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The bass rocks the ground of the cliff-side estate, thrumming through Arya the moment she drops out of her vehicle. If it isn't for the lights dancing across the field from the interior of the colonial style building, she would not have thought such a place could be host to the Pleasure Society. The only vehicle in sight is hers, yet there were deep grooves in the gravel road leading up to the mansion itself. The society's privacy goes even towards how it hosts its club. Most people must have been transported here, leaving them at the whims of Komodo and whatever it is she's up to. That means anyone coming in to the building now would surely be seen as an outsider. Well, she is disguised as a human, so there will at least be a small element of surprise to her entrance.

Not only that, but she expected the others to get here before her. Perhaps it was her trick to get here first that tripped them up. That's good. She can try to take care of Komodo her own way with the time she has. Going in as a group would be way too suspicious, anyway.

Her bold knock is quickly answered by a masked rabbit, almost a copy of their little squealer. She stands there, dressed only in a domino mask and tight black briefs, letting the cool breeze of the body of water below touch her naked fur with no discomfort. Arya's lip twitches at the sight, and she says "I hear the party is happening here. I want to..." she hesitates, breathing in, "join."

The rabbit presses on a receiver nestled in her ear. The thumping beat so loud that Arya can't hear what she says. But the rabbit nods and steps back, ushering Arya inside.

The foyer is dark, leaving Arya with not much to see. The music leaks through the hall in the back, with lights flashing through the cracks in the portal. She takes her first few steps forward, but the rabbit grabs her by the wrist and pulls her back. Arya readies herself for a fight and spins around, fist half-clenched, yet she pulls back when she sees the rabbit carrying a set of the attire for the evening. Arya sighs and pulls her arm free, snatching the clothing. "Got a place for me to change?"

The rabbit glances to the wall by the door. There lay the neatly folded garments of all the other guests in the party. Arya grits her teeth and grumbles, pulling her top up over her head. The whole time she undresses, she feels not only the rabbit's eyes upon her, but the eyes of all who had access to the security footage.

Once she pulls the garments up over her legs, setting them snuggly at her thighs, she then settles the mask over her face. Even in humanoid form, Arya is a tall woman, easy to take up prominence at the room.

"Hope you liked the show," Arya says as she walks on over towards the back. The rabbit doesn't respond. Instead, she just gets to folding Arya's clothing, setting them aside on the shelves next to the others.

The music rattles her chest. Waves of sweaty bodies in the middle of their orgiastic glee distract her vision, and the musk of sweat and sex as well as the sweet smells of baked goods keeps her from finding her. Every form of indulgence could be found here. The people here are all slaves to their desires, and Arya's nose wrinkles at the whole affair. This was a life she once considered having?

As she stands there, her prediction comes true. More and more individuals turn their attention to her Amazonian proportions, their eyes filled with both curiosity and lust. Among all of them, however, there is just one who towers above her.

The large lizard stands up from a pile of small fuzzy bodies, looking down at the disguised snake. She runs a hand over her scaled head and steps casually over the satisfied revelers strewn about her mattress. "Well, well," says Komodo. "Looks like we have a party crasher."

A large bull, smaller than Komodo, but still impressive, steps up, snorting. "Want me to handle this, Boss?"

"No, I got this one. She may not have been invited, but she's certainly welcome, if she gets past my test." She places a hand upon Arya's shoulder. Arya couldn't help but shiver.

"Nerves...? No one who comes in here and dresses up should be so nervous, unless you're not here for pleasure."

"Stop manipulating Uma," Arya says, barely containing the growl in her voice.

"My, my, you're trying to boss me around?" Komodo asks, her other hand gripping Arya's other shoulder and squeezing. She leans in, her large, scaled body almost unreal in its size and power. "I like it when a gal tries to be all high and mighty," she then leans into Arya's ear and adds. "And I know it's you, Arya, I recognize the scent of desire in all my best dancers. What did you think you would accomplish, barging into my house, naked and alone?"

"You're planning something bad with Uma. I know I can't save her from what she wants, but I can save her from making a mistake that will get her arrested or killed."

Komodo laughs at that, slapping Arya on the back, sending the disguised snake stumbling a few steps. "Please, you think I'd be stupid enough to let a girl like her get in trouble needlessly? No. Everything we're doing is for the spread of pleasure to all. Just look at these people. All of them have tough lives. They fear disease, enemies, stress, death. All of them want to know that they're alive, and I give that to them, and we'll be giving it to much more. So, unless you're going to be starting trouble, you're wasting your time not joining in on the fun." She pulls Arya in closer, turning her gaze away from her people and whispering into the snake's ear. "What exactly makes you want to 'save' her from me, anyway? Do you really think I'm a bad person? Have I exploited you? Have I made you do anything you didn't want to do?"