Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

The striking ruby-haired interloper posed a rather interesting question to the monster girl. Why was she here? It wasnt exactly a question she seriously posed to herself for a while now and not exactly one that was given to her by the time she began to part her thighs around the Scarlet Crossing. She didnt exactly consider herself a sex worker, though there were many of them around the Scarlet Crossing. It wasnt exactly a difficult trade to get into, nor one she could apply a license for. There were a few incentives for her to procure such a licence, though it wasnt exactly on her list of priorities. It took away from her time of doing her studies, partying and engaging in sexual congress with strangers. There was some pleasure found in what she was doing. Not exactly what went on in her little den, but what she fulfilled by spirit and her role. The unappreciated hairdo she sported was certainly a nod to the oiran of the great feudal past, though many just thought it was a great place to target their release. She liked being a shameless strumpet, for better or worse. The oiran werent just common whores though, they had standards and customs. She knew that she didnt honour the tradition fully, but certainly found pleasure in fulfilling it in her own way with a small bit of role-playing. After another small drag of smoke from her pipe, she smirked sly when she found her answer. Why am I here? Well, you could say that this is a little hobby of mine. I love to please and to cater. Do you as well? Her reptilian ocular slits gave a few glances to the company that surrounded her, finding rather great humour in the company that surrounded her. It seemed that they were enjoying themselves well enough even without her active administrations. She centred her gaze back to the girl before her, drinking in her sight and evaluating her character. There was a hint of lust in her exotic eyes, though there was something analytical about this. She was rather curious as to how a timid person such as Aurelia stumbled into her den of selfish pleasures. Its not like she hadnt had her share of interlopers, they made themselves clear after the first visit though. They were either going to leave with revulsion or stay and indulge themselves. There was something unusual with the girl, her peculiar eyes and her ruby tresses provided more than enough of a distraction for Mariko to get a proper read on her. Aurelia was a source of curiosity and the monster felt like having that sated, among other things. Please, I wouldnt sell yourself short. Youre quite the lovely guest around here. I love your hair and your eyes are just so enchanting. You almost have me smitten, dear lady. I wouldn't mind you as a lover...or co-worker. She let out an amused giggle under her breath. She let out another small drag of smoke from her pipe, the combination of tobacco, additives and questionable herbs filled the small space. It wasnt exactly suffocating or obnoxious in smell, having a faint sweet lingering to it before it dissipated with the scent of passion and sweat that was pervasive in the room. She placed a hand on her womb, as the remainder of her last lovers seed seeped out of her and dripped on the reptilian tail she was sitting under. Her unique physiology allowed her to feel every sensation inside of her, including his seed attempting to couple with her egg. Even their different genetic make up, it wasnt likely going to happen but it was possible. That was a concern she wasnt going to give more than a moment to think about, especially with the lovely guest before her. Mariko realized, with the inkling of propriety she had ingrained in her personality, that this must have been a very awkward first impression on the girl. She just arrived when Mariko had gotten started tonight, welcoming familiar faces and strangers to use her to their needs. In turn, she gained their attention and fulfilled that little fantasy in her mind as a harlot. Was it really much of a fantasy when she was indeed one now? Aurelia was lucky to arrive now and not in the middle of a night, where opening congress gave way to orgies of little regard. Putting the pipe away, she smiled sweetly to the girl as she attempted to make herself more presentable for a suitable first impression. She fully sat up, closing her legs together and smoothing down her skirt, though much of the evidence of her scandal had already stained her. The bundled panties on her thigh acted almost like a garter. Mariko sat herself in a seiza , a traditional seating position. She pulled her band shirt down over her large and perky breasts, keeping to their bounce with little aid, the pert nipples still managed to poke out of the material though. The shirt had a logo of the 'Calibre Saints', which was some sort of unknown punk band of yesteryear. Her chest tattoo above her breasts became visible, a mix of Asian characters on a colourful banner of dragons. It was the name of her ex, though not many people caught on to that and she kept the regrettable tattoo. She tucked away the stray locks of hair tossed from her recent transaction behind her pointed ear, hinting another tattoo on her wrist, and greeted Aurelia with a polite bow. I am Mariko, it is a honour to have you here.