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She bites her tongue. There's no room for her to retort him now, as he's busy answering all the questions he asks himself.

"Now, then, since we're done this game of cat and mouse, perhaps you'd like to join me over at the dance hall? There are plenty there who would love to speak with you." He places the spoon back into the bowl and reaches into his robe, only to pull out two domino masks. "No one will know who you are. You will receive the most unbiased response you could ever hope for. And I assure you, they will not see you as some dangerous snake." He reaches up to her, and as he does, his robes fall over his shoulders, showing off his slightly toned body, not a muscle-bound macho man like Tobias, but strong, both in boy and in mind. When he slips the mask on, it is like it was meant for her.

As she slips it on, he has disappeared from her vision, only to feel his guiding hand upon her shoulder, the other gently resting at her back. "And, if you are to let them see you... the real you, you'll need to show them all of you, as we show all of ourselves. In the society, no one hides their deepest desires. They expose them all for everyone to see. Now, let us expose you, with your permission, of course..."

Arya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She has to think on this, but the thoughts don't come to her. Her mind draws a blank. Does it mean she doesn't care? Is this what she truly wants? It has to be, right?"

"Yes," she hisses.

"Good girl," Mauruvius says, and slowly, teasingly, he pulls down upon her zipper.

As the fabric spreads apart on her scales, she lets the straps fall down of of her shoulders, her dress matching the robes as they fall to the floor. She's exposed now, her hands moving to cover her modesty, but he wraps his arms around her, seizing her wrists. His warm, furred body presses up against her scales. "Look, it isn't shameful... Turn around..."

She looks over her shoulder, and he steps back, picking up the ice cream again. Unlike the others, he is completely nude, his body on display, yet his manhood tucked away in its sheathe. He scoops up some ice cream again and asks. "What do you think?"

"It's..." she says, turning fully around, her fingers gently pulling away. "Not as intimidating as I thought," she admits.

"That's right..." he says, holding the spoon up. "It's simply nature, my dear. We cover up for vanity and shame, when really, we need none. The likes of us, members of the pleasure society, have no need for shame, and vanity is such a harsh word. We beam with pride; pride that we are respectable members of society; pride that we are adults who make our own decisions; pride in the beauty inherent in all of us. Now... you deserve some ice cream."

She lowers her head down and opens her mouth, allowing him to slide the spoon to her tongue. She takes it, and reaches out, snatching the rest of the bowl and scooting away from him.

He chuckles and heads to the door, pulling the handle and saying "you can take that with you, if you want. But the Society is waiting.

She gulps and slithers on up with him, and, side-by-side, they make their way through the hall. This time, however, when she looks into the rooms, it is with a curiosity. She sees lovers in tender embraces. She sees people, masked, but enjoying themselves in expressions of their love that no one would understand.

"You see it, don't you?" he asks as he moves his hand to the small of her back, pulling her in close as they stand by the doorway to the man hall once more. "The truth of our society. We are all friends here, and we all love each other. Now... say hello to your fellow members."

He pushes the door open, and everyone turns to face the two. They clap and cheer, but there is no jeering, no cat-calls, nothing of the sort.

He nudges her forward, and Arya, still holding her ice cream, slithers up, facing Komodo as the large woman walks up to her, placing a hand upon her shoulder. "Welcome, to the Pleasure Society, my friend. Now, what name shall you take here? Hound?" She asks the last bit, looking to Mauruvius.

"Komodo," he replies, placing a hand upon his chest an bowing gently. "That is something we have not discussed." Turning to Arya, he adds. "Miss, your name will be an important identity for you. A secondary mask so that your private life will be protected even outside of our doors. Choose for yourself what you shall be known as."

"R.. Right," Arya says, shifting the spoon around in the half-melted bowl. "I haven't actually thought about that. I mean, I just want people to like me for me, not... not hide behind anymore masks."

Komodo smiles. "Well, you don't have to, you know..."

Arya smirks at that and hands the bowl back over to Mauruvius. "You're right..." She says. "I'm tired of hiding. I don't want to play any more games. If I'm going to do things for myself, then I'll do them proud and in the open." She grabs the domino mask and rips it off, tossing it aside. "My name is Arya, and I love myself!"

Cheers and applause fill the room, and Arya beams in it, but Mauruvius's hand clasps her hand, fingers lacing into hers, and he pulls her slowly away. "There you go, Arya," he whispers, his voice audible over the crowd, "Just as you should..."