'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 20: Velvet package 3

The new day dawned bright and crisp, sunlight spilling through Virael's window in golden streams, rousing her from a sleep so deep it felt like a renewal.

She woke with a rare surge of energy, her body light and refreshed, the soreness of the Slime Den a distant memory.

Stretching briefly, she dressed in her usual attire—black tunic with silver trim, snug leggings, cloak draped over her shoulders—and adjusted her glasses, her spiraled horns glinting faintly as she moved.

The air outside her door was cool, carrying the scent of dew and fresh bread from a nearby bakery, and she stepped out with a purposeful stride, ready to face the guild.

The first sight that greeted her stopped her cold—Liora, perched cross-legged on the stone stoop right outside her door, her fluffy tail curled around her like a cushion.

Her cream sweater was slightly rumpled, her brown trousers dusted with morning dirt, and her cat ears perked upright the moment she spotted Virael.

"Good morning!" she chirped, springing to her feet with a grin that lit up her face, her tail swishing eagerly.

Virael blinked, her stoic mask settling into place as she tilted her head.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice even but tinged with faint curiosity.

Liora bounced on her heels, her hands clasped behind her back.

"Waiting for you to wake up! So we can go do your duty!"

Her eyes sparkled, and Virael understood instantly—by "duty," she meant the third package at the Velvet Abyss.

Virael adjusted her glasses, her tone calm but deflecting.

"Yesterday, I went to a slime pond. It was... interesting. Fun, even. Maybe you should try that first."

Liora's face fell, her ears drooping as she puffed out her cheeks in a pout that was equal parts adorable and stubborn.

"No way!" she huffed, lunging forward to snatch Virael's hand.

Her grip was surprisingly firm for her petite frame, and she tugged, trying to drag Virael down the street toward the Velvet Abyss, her tail flicking with determination.

Virael planted her feet, resisting just enough to slow Liora's momentum.

"Okay, okay," she said, her voice steady.

"I'm coming."

Then a thought struck her, and she paused, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Wait—they need advance booking for two. We can't just walk in."

Liora stopped mid-tug, turning to face her with a triumphant grin.

"I already took care of it!" she declared, puffing out her chest.

"Paid and booked with Seraphine and Leraphine yesterday, while you were resting. We're all set!"

Her ears twitched proudly, and she resumed pulling, though gentler now, her excitement infectious.

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Virael looked down at her junior, her stoic expression unwavering, though her eyes softened faintly.

Liora's eagerness radiated—her wide, hopeful gaze, her bouncing steps, the way her tail swayed like a metronome of joy.

Virael's mind flickered to her earlier doubts—too hardcore for her?—but seeing Liora now, so resolute, she wondered if she'd been overly cautious.

Maybe the fear was hers alone, misplaced.

She exhaled softly, letting Liora lead the way, her own steps falling into rhythm as they headed toward the Velvet Abyss.

The city bustled around them—vendors hawking wares, carts rattling over cobblestones—but the Velvet Abyss loomed ahead, its dark facade a stark contrast to the morning's brightness.

At the entrance, the burly futa bodyguards eyed them, their gazes lingering on Virael's faded wrist stamp, washed away by the slime pond's cleansing touch.

"New stamp," one grunted, producing a small ink pad and pressing it to her skin, leaving a fresh, crimson mark.

Liora flashed her own stamp with a giggle, and the guards stepped aside, the heavy doors creaking open to admit them.

Inside, the air was warm and thick, laced with that familiar musk of velvet and secrets.

The dog-eared woman from before greeted them at the threshold, her tail wagging with genuine glee.

"You're back!" she exclaimed, her voice bright as she clapped her hands.

"Seraphine! Leraphine! Your customers are here!"

Her call echoed down the hall, and moments later, the sisters appeared, their presence filling the space like a storm rolling in.

Seraphine swept forward first, her velvet gown shimmering like liquid midnight, hugging her curves—full breasts, plunging cleavage, the slit along her thigh revealing smooth, toned skin.

Her auburn hair cascaded in waves, framing a face alight with delight.

"We've been waiting for you," she purred, her voice a sultry melody as she leaned toward Liora, winking playfully.

Leraphine followed, her shorter hair neat and precise, her own gown mirroring her sister's but worn with a quieter grace.

Her curves were just as lush, her allure subtler but no less potent.

"Welcome back," she said, her tone even, though Virael caught it again—a fleeting smile tugging at Leraphine's lips, gone as quickly as it came, a rare crack in her calm facade.

Liora's tail swished faster, her cheeks flushing with excitement, while Virael stood steady, her glasses glinting faintly as she met the sisters' gazes.

Seraphine tilted her head, her smile widening.

"Follow us," she said, turning with a sway of her hips.

Leraphine nodded, her expression serene yet expectant, and gestured for them to come along.

Virael adjusted her cloak, her stoic mask firm, though a faint ripple of anticipation stirred beneath it as she and Liora fell into step behind the sisters, the Velvet Abyss swallowing them once more.