GATE: the clash of the titans

by Qun Nguyn1

Mostly AUs. A Gate has opened in Tokyo by a Roman-esque Empire, familiar scenario with familiar faces but the people marched through the Gate is from a vastly more powerful magic world. The stage is set. Earth Alliance vs The Holy Empire. Science vs Magic. The power of the thousand sun vs The Beast of the Apocalypse. Let the clash of Titans begin. Let the worlds have War.

42. Chapter 42 : Sex and The Empire

Chapter 42: Sex and The Empire

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The silent Youxia warriors of the Warrior Bunny race stand as the most legendary fighters of the known world, projecting an aura of invincibility and trailing rivers of blood wherever they go. Their name is only ever whispered in fearful reverence by friend and foe alike; the supremacy of their forces is unquestioned; and any ignorance of this fact is made painfully aware of it in short order. Thus do they serve as the most prized weapon of the Emperor's arsenal. Their blades forged his throne and over the millennia have ensured its dominion.

Though today the Youxia reigns supreme, they once came from humble origins, only scratching their way to the top through the lethal trials of countless generations. This ascent can be traced back to their pre-imperial home of Manchukuo Uls.

It was a land of grim climate and meager natural resources which was ravaged by the extremes of frigid winter and broiling summer. Here only the hardiest plants, animals and immanity could survive thus what semblance of civilization with which the colonists first arrived was quickly stripped away over the years. Their descendants devolved into fractious tribes who ward endlessly over the disparate enclaves of arable land, pastoral regions and iron deposits.

Among the many groups vying for control were the Youxi. Through ruthless determination they had secured control of key local resources and now leveraged these to carve out a large realm of their own on Manchukuo.

This was made possible by the evolution of their brutal martial culture; at age 50, weapons training and trials by combat began at age 70; bi-annual survival tests abandoned children to the wastelands and at age 110, they began to join the adults in raids on their neighbors. From then on, their value to society would be defined by their ability to win victory for the tribe in battle. It should be no surprise then that few survived the ordeal; but those who did were bred for conquest.

Thus over the centuries the Youxi gradually forged a great empire. In the process however their traditions would change. For instance the early practice of slaughtering the entirety of vanquished tribes proved untenable and would be replaced with the more lenient option of allowing the defeated to be absorbed should they prove worthy and survive the requisite trials.

Often these were employed not just to weed out the weak but also the loyal. Suicidal missions requiring blind obedience were favored in this regard. In this darwinian meritocracy, it soon mattered little whether one came from Youxi or non Youxi lineage, what mattered was only your abilities.

This mentality was perfectly embodied by the emergence of a custom called the circle. Its practice meant that following every military action, the commanding officer would be subjected to the critique of his subordinates. All officers no matter their rank could also offer their own alternative plants should they convince the circle of leaders that their approach was superior.

The man would be given command of the unit's next action in this way, independence and initiative were preserved on a battlefield that otherwise demanded unquestioned obedience.

Eventually the Youxi came to establish complete control of their steppe. By this point they ceased to be a distinguishable tribe but their martial culture was preserved in their military force that became known as the Youxia.

Though these certainly proved formidable in dominating their local steppe they proved far less of a threat to their neighboring empires who could leverage far superior resources and technologies especially during the golden ages of the triumvirate.

Thus did the Youxi remain tethered to their harsh existence on Manchukuo Uls steppe. However this would all change with the Tunguska Event which saw widespread upheaval plunge the world into chaos, empires were shattered, populations were devastated and societies were left crippled, while the survivors were left to desperately adapt to the darkness, the people of Manchukuo Uls were born in it molded by it.

Under these new conditions the playing field was leveled and the Youxi found new prey. Yet they were not the greatest predators on the prowl thus the Youxi actually took up mercenary work for the various expansionary powers of the post-Tunguska period this helped enrich their coffers and their skills.

Soon both would be turned against their former employers using captured equipment and beasts the Youxi mounted a fanatical offensive to now claim large sectors of land in a series of infamous meteor strike campaigns.

Though the speed of their expansion was somewhat slowed by harsh winter; its inexorable momentum posed a threat to the feudal factions of Azjania.

The various sides came to blows in a war that culminated in the battle of Corin. It is here amidst a field of drifting debris that an elite but outnumbered force from Manchukuo Uls used advanced intelligence to set upon its would-be ambushes. The battle was among the shortest in history lasting over two hours.

The Youxia conducted brutal boarding actions turning the tide of battle and ultimately gaining victory. Yet neither side was knocked out of the war which soon devolved into a strategic stalemate.

The 3rd Prince of the Empire saw the value of compromise and now negotiated a treaty that would see him crowned the 52 rd Emperor. From now on, the Youxia would serve as the mighty arm with which he and his successors used to control Azjania and in turn the whole world. This transition to the imperial period would mark the true beginning of their legend.

For now let us take a closer look at these formidable warriors. Youxia troops have filled all manner of roles over the years and prove quite versatile in the manner of their equipment. That being said, we can present a generalized description. For start, while in public they traditionally wore minimal black or gray uniforms with gold trim alongside this were carried all manner of concealed weapons such as needle guns, flip darts and daggers to be prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

In battle however they would naturally be equipped with far more specialized gear.

For defense this often meant donning body armor with arm braces and combat girdles; personal shields and 3 dimensional maneuver gear were quite ubiquitous for such elite troops. These offered protection which scaled with the kinetic energy of incoming damage.

Thus Youxia could wade through heavy fire and only be engaged in close combat where they excelled for offense troops might use a large array of magic weaponry including powerful thunder spear and lace cannons. At mid-range they could switch to sidearms like the maola crossbow. In close quarters they wielded swords and knives to deadly effect especially against Titan opponents. At the end of the day however a soldier's kit could take any form to meet the combat needs of the mission at hand.

In terms of their organization the Youxia followed a strict military hierarchy. This begins with the lowest initiation and rises up through veterancy with officer ranks existing at all levels of the squad, platoon, company, battalion, brigade, division and legion.

This largest group, the imperial standard legion, featured some 30 000 men and generally acted independently in its own sector of responsibility. From an outsider's perspective though much of this organization remained opaque owing to the uniform appearance of the Youxia. Yet from an insider's perspective they are in fact clearly differentiated by a vast set of instantly recognized markings; medals and orders for instance are highly prized objects of social distinction.

A few examples: Service Medals commemorate centuries of active duty while Proficiency Badges mark out one's mastery of various skills, the Order of the Protector meanwhile was bestowed to men who displayed both outstanding courage in battle as well as exemplary command. It could be granted to entire units in which case they became honoured with the title of Emperor's Guards.

This would persist so long as at least one of the original recipients remained alive. huge numbers of other distinctions existed but the highest one of all was the title; Guardian of the Empire; only ever awarded 180 times and won twice by one individual; Captain General Subutai Harkonnen. It was pinned personally by the Emperor and granted to a Youxia of unsurpassed heroism whose deeds significantly contributed to the glory of the Dragon Throne.

As for their training, many of the martial practices were maintained as tradition by the Youxia over the years. However one major change significantly altered their method of training new recruits.

This came as a consequence of the fact that the Warrior Bunny and many of the original inhabitants of Manchukuo Uls had actually abandoned their homeland in favor of more habitable environments such as the imperial capital of Sadera.

But like the Mongols of Earth; it was recognized that generations born into such comfort would grow soft. Luckily a new opportunity presented itself, imperial conquests led to huge numbers of civilian and military prisoners. Many of these were transferred back to Manchukuo Uls, which was now transformed into a penal colony.

Here, Youxia guard units provided them with basic equipment and training before withdrawing in this way new generations were forced to run through the survival gauntlet of this harsh colony. Many perished but those who survived emerged hardened by the experience and set off on a similar path to the ancient Youxi tribes.

However the Youxia kept a close watch on the colony, infusing it with their cultural and religious traditions while interceding to prevent any higher levels of development. In this way they manufactured a deadly environment of near anarchy that naturally trained battle-ready forces.

Recruits would be drawn from their ranks by special selection practices. Those few who were chosen to ascend were released from their bonds of imprisonment and welcomed as brethren by the Emperor, who spoiled them with lavish treatment. This enshrined a heavenly hope of escape in the minds of all those still trapped in Manchukuo, pushing them to ever greater feats of survival.

However in order to hone their raw skills new recruits would be given significant military training and sent on continuous tours of duty to maintain their fighting edge. In this way the Youxia were able to replenish and even grow their ranks over the years without deteriorating their legendary ferocity.

As a point of comparison for their skills; it was said that their swordsmanship was comparable to that of Level 7 Emroy priest, and their cunning abilities at in-fighting were said to match that of a Roseate Brides Sisterhood, such a combination was incredibly potent.

Over the years, a detailed account of their service history will prove impossible as it stretched over thousands of years with many of their operations being shrouded in myth and imperial secrecy. That being said we can provide some general commentary and examples:

The battle of Corin resulted in a treaty which made the 52nd Emperor the sole Ruler of Azjania. However not all members signed and even some that did acted as if they were not bound by it. This was not something the newly formed imperium of man could tolerate thus the attack bunnies of the Emperor were unleashed.

The Youxia followed in the footsteps of many past regimes and decided that the best course of action was to make a brutal example of the rebels. To this end they selected House Jensen as their target.

It was a rich agricultural land which had long stood as a bastion of defiance. Jensen's leaders knew that a day of reckoning was coming and had spent years entrenching their defenses.

This was carefully calibrated to match the previous shock tactics displayed by Youxia offensives, yet the invaders once again proved their mastery of war.

This time the Youxia had prepared a strategy of unprecedented infiltration for months. Teams and individual agents wormed their way into the kingdom population, industrial and military centers, then at a predetermined date they unleashed chaos.

Over the course of just a few days the guerrilla forces disrupted communications' paralyzed transportation, assassinated leaders and stormed strategic locations. While house Jensen reeled from this blow to their backs; the might of the Youxia assault forces smashed through the front.

This expertly delivered at once two punches that left the road to the capital wide open. it too was stormed and none were left alive. This brutal example ensured that the rest of Azjania fell quickly in line.

To further unite them, joint campaigns were now launched against external forces generally. This meant deploying the Youxia as an elite corps around which the rest of coalition armies were formed.

In this way the imperium was able to expand slowly, dominating the world and absorbing new territories into the Empire. Over the centuries the Youxia would find themselves fighting from the jungles of Ekkas to the marshes of Bellatogias and the cave cities of Ix. The Emperor's wish was their command.

However the larger the realm became the more difficult it was to manage this became evident in 26,385 I.C with the outbreak of the Leesha rebellion. Where, several noble houses had actually taken a page out of the history books and were the ones to launch their own first strike against the Youxia.

This had taken years of planning and even still only succeeded with near-pyrrhic losses. Nonetheless the rebels gained control of most of their key objectives and managed the unprecedented feat of capturing several Youxia commanders alive.

Yet when they attempted to leverage these men as hostages the Emperor replied simply. "Let them drink blood!'

According to legend, the captives either tore open their own throats or died attacking their captors with bare hands. This was but a taste of what was to come. In short order the Empire regrouped and delivered a ferocious counter-attack; Youxia shock troops formed the tip of the spear against outposts and fortified positions with the allied armies following close behind to overwhelm compromised positions through sheer numbers.

As they did so, Youxia survivors from the initial attack emerged from the shadows or their besieged positions with a vengeance. The tide quickly turned with the rebels soon begging for mercy. However these cries fell on deaf ears and were drowned in blood. Yet while the soldiers of the Empire soon found their rage abating, the Youxia proved insatiable in their desire for vengeance.

They took no prisoners and left no cities standing; this merciless purge sickened the Great Nobles of the Empire who saw a part of themselves in the great houses they were fighting. Thus they attempted to call off the bunnies but when this failed the coalition members were left to call an end to the war and disband their forces. On their own the Youxia were finally forced to withdraw.

A clear message had been sent; for centuries none dared rise up; what emerged was a new status quo between the various great noble houses and the Dragon Throne.

On the one hand the Emperor could deploy the Youxia to bully individual noble houses back in line, however over-playing his hand might cause them to band together against him. It was therefore in the interest of the Crown to play them off against one another; but at the same time excessive infighting might also weaken the realm thus a delicate political game was played. In it, the Youxia were used as a nominally neutral policing force to keep internal affairs in order while also being deployed as vanguard troops to lead externally facing campaigns.

- The Emperor's Attack Bunnies.

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South Palace, Zorzal's Bedchamber, Imperial Capital Sadera, Azjania, Falmart, 52030

Zorzal had been in his bedroom, surrounded by the plush luxury that came with being Prince. A low-lit chandelier illuminated the fine silks and heavy velvets of his bedding and drapery, the polished wood of nearby tables, both decorative and functional, practically glowing gold. Truth to tell, he hadn't always cared for it, but found that he grew more of an appreciation for his lifestyle as he aged. Of course, as a Prince of the Holy Darwinian Empire, there were certain… obligations that were necessary for him to fulfill as a consequence of the luxury he found himself in.

The unfortunate/fortunate and universal truth for all dictator wannabe was "No Man Rules Alone" no matter how hard they tried. That means they need allies, the bigger the nation the more allies they need to sway to their side. In an absolute monarchy like the Holy Empire, this means arranged marriage, lots and lots of them. Two of the most powerful political forces in the Empire were the Falmartian Orthodox Church and the 108 Great Noble Houses.

So the rule of thumb for a successful Emperor was to have at least 120 consorts to give birth to 200 offspring then send them all to parochial school before marrying them off to the Great Noble Houses. The royal duty wasn't end with the Emperor though, all the male heirs of the Empire must practice polygamy themselves to build alliance for the benefit of the Dragon Throne.

Many said that Zorzal had more than fulfilled his duty already, but the Second Prince liked to have contingencies in place. Besides that, having a multitude of princes and princesses under his roof was useful for other things— forging alliances through marriage, for one, although his more competent children would find themselves as governors or perhaps even one day on the future Emperor's council.

Tonight was a scheduled consort night. He had them every so often, when he knew his wives would be fertile. It was a bit impersonal, but it was the only way to balance his precious time between so many women. Truth to tell, he couldn't for the life of him remember the name of the woman who was supposed to service him this evening, only that she was a recent acquisition, and young. A redhead. He enjoyed redheads. The man heard a knock at his door and with a lustful grin sat on his bed, adjusting his silk robe and pajamas before planting his hands on either side of him.

"Come in," he commanded, smoothing his features to impassiveness.

The door swung open silently, as he would expect in a well-cared-for palace. What he did not expect, however, was the sweeping mane of black locks over a silvery-blue robe wrapped around a shapely figure. Zorzal was flabbergasted, but did his best not to show it, running a hand over his face in an attempt to buy time.

"Tyuule? Tonight was not—"

"I know." Slowly, she stretched her lips into a sensual, mischievous smile. Zorzal could only watch as she seduced him, taking light, deliberate steps his way as she undid the belt of her robe with elegant fingers. When she stood before him, firmly planted between his legs, she let the fabric slide from her shoulders, whispering along her body until it landed in a pool on the floor. She had laid herself out before him, her white nightgown hiding no secrets under its thin lace.

Zorzal' brow furrowed, his eyes drinking in her lovely body from her bare throat, over her peaked nipples, past the patch of dark hair at the base of her abdomen, and down her smooth legs. He knew he should protest, wanted to protest.

His other consorts would be quite cross if they knew he was playing favorites, especially on the night of a scheduled visit. He grumbled in his throat, reaching out to push Tyuule away—only to grasp her hips and pull her closer, kissing the lace over her stomach. He moaned, feeling the last of his stubbornness melt away at her sweet scent. He reached around, sliding a hand onto her rear and grasping firmly, eliciting a gasp from the woman. Zorzal growled in response and spanked her, backing away for just a moment.

"Go lock the door, you devil bunny-woman."

Tyuule smiled at him, her enjoyment apparent on her face. "As my Prince wishes." Zorzal was all too glad to watch her walk away, his eyes locked on her form as he fumbled to untie his robe and unbutton his pajamas. Usually, he allowed his consorts this honor, but Tyuule could be so incredibly frustrating that he wanted to throw her into his bed and take her as quickly as possible. More than that, he knew what a tease she was. She would take a full hour to undress him if he gave her the opportunity. He did not intend to give her that opportunity.

A soft click echoed through the hushed room as Tyuule fastened the lock. She turned to face her Prince, allowing him once more to feast his eyes on her body. She watched him, her eyes crinkling in mirth, as he stood and fought to shed the last of his silks. He stared at her, his arousal apparent both from his face and the bulge he was doing naught to hide. When he realized she wasn't moving, he frowned, pausing with his hands on his waistband.

"Well, what are you waiting for, woman? Get over here. Or have you changed your mind?" His frown deepened ever so slightly at that last part. While he wished Tyuule would change her mind, so he could maintain the harmony of his harem, he realized it was far too late for that, as desire had settled hot and demanding in his core, crying out for only one thing: Tyuule Harkonnen.

"Of course not. I was merely admiring you." She tilted her head, her adorably infuriating smile lighting her face.

"Damn it, Tyuule, I refuse to play this game with you…" He trailed off as she quickly strode closer to him, a sultry expression on her face as she threw the straps of her gown from her shoulders and pulled the lace down around her body.

"Is this better, my Prince..?" she crooned, covering her bare breasts with her hands. Zorzal hrmed, his eyes transfixed on her as she stopped before him once more. "Well, in that case…" She moved her hands from her own chest to his, her fingertips ghosting along his body, tracing old scars and the outline of his muscles as she made her way down to his pants.

Zorzal let out his breath in a low whisper. "Tyuule…"

"Yes, my Prince?" Her breasts were pressed against his torso, her fingers teasing the fabric over his hardened member. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and it was driving him to madness.

"Take the rest of your clothes off. You will strip yourself and lie in my bed, awaiting our union." It was a command. She could not refuse a command from the Prince.

"Hmm… No!"

Zorzal fumed, his jaw flexing as he gritted his teeth. "Excuse me?"

Tyuule looked him dead in the eye, her slim hand gripping him firmly through his silk. He tensed, fighting the gasp that was bubbling in his throat. "My Prince, I know you are a conqueror by nature. So I thought that tonight, you might like to find out how it feels to be on the other end."

"Get on the bed. It was not a request." He raised a single eyebrow at her, daring her to defy him once more.

"Oh, come now. You and I both know you would not do anything against your strongest and most loyal knight, especially over something so trivial as a bedroom quarrel."

She grinned at him as she tugged him in her hand. "Especially when you have not yet been satisfied."

Zorzal opened his mouth to protest, but Tyuule was quicker, standing on tiptoe to catch him with her lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, distracting him with her light moans and sighs as she worked him with her fingers over the silk of his pajamas. Eventually, he gave in, sliding his hands onto her hips and pushing the fabric of her nightgown onto the floor to lie beside her robe.

"Mmm." She pulled away from him for just a moment. "That's better." She closed her eyes again and trailed kissed down his body, starting at his shoulder and moving through the patch of hair that stretched from his chest to the bottom of the deep V between his legs. Grabbing his hips, she tugged the silk from his body gently until the length of his member flopped free before her. She licked her lips and knelt, meeting his eyes once before taking him into her mouth.

"A-ah, Tyuule…" His voice rumbled low in his throat at her attention. Zorzal bit back moans and gasps that were unseemly for a Prince, instead reaching for his queen and tangling his fingers in her raven locks as she vigorously sucked and massaged him with her tongue.

He could feel himself engorging with excitement, hot seed rising at the behest of Tyuule's eager lips. He thrust himself forward into her, almost to completion already, but to his dismay she released him, the inviting warmth of her mouth giving way to cold in the air around them. "As you were," he commanded, his voice husky with want.

"Ah, my Prince, how many times must I tell you that you will not be the one issuing orders tonight?" Tyuule grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Zorzal frowned, but felt excitement thrumming through his body nonetheless. Of all the women he had taken to his bed, Tyuule was the boldest, completely fearless against his iron will, as expected from the daughter of the legendary Youxia Warrior; Subutai Harkonnen. Truth to tell, he loved it. Nobody dared to challenge him, and though he found the trait outwardly irksome, it was beyond arousing.

She pulled his trousers the rest of the way down, Zorzal obligingly stepping out. Tyuule rose, making him twitch as she paused to run her tongue along the length of his shaft and kiss the tip before straightening fully, pressing her small hands against his formidable shoulders as she urged him to fall back into his bed. Again, he indulged the white-furred beauty, moving at her will.

She crawled over him, one of her lovely legs draped on either side of his body as they inched towards the center of the bed. As Zorzal adjusted himself in the cloud-like blankets, Tyuule kissed his neck, running one hand along his shoulders.

The man reached a single hand between his consort's legs, surprised at how wet she had already become. Swiftly, he dipped a few fingers inside her, kissing her fiercely. Tyuule broke away, gasping as she grasped his arm, pulling his hand away from her. The Prince looked up, a question in his eyes as she shook her head.

"Ah-ah, my Prince. Not this time," she chided.

"But you are so clearly enjoying it." Zorzal grinned and held up the digits that had just been inside her, displaying her juices that had slickened them. "The evidence is plain to see."

Tyuule, without breaking eye contact, leaned in and guided his fingers into her mouth. It caught him off guard, and he became enraptured in the vision of her lips around his skin as she again sucked at him.

After a minute, she released him and huskily said, "What evidence?" She had cleaned his fingers entirely, her fluids disappeared into that glorious, sinful mouth of hers.

"You are truly the devil," Zorzal whispered, ensnared by her spell. As much as he wanted Tyuule, as much as his body held need for her, he had decided to let her have her way. He had married a goddess of sex, he decided, who had been reincarnated into a mortal shell. It was the only explanation that made sense. No one else could command him as she.

"I'm glad you've finally realized it." Tyuule's smile was a proud one. She pushed his chest, forcing him to lie down fully on the bed.

Zorzal obliged, his gaze transfixed on Tyuule's body as she straddled him. She adjusted herself until her sex was positioned directly on his throbbing member—he could feel her radiating heat as she dripped onto him, lowering herself until she was grinding against him, quickly making him slick with her fluids.

Unbidden, he thrust himself against her, unable to stop the primal need of his body. Tyuule let out a soft moan, biting her lip as she eyed him beneath her lashes. She hastily ran her slim hand over his stomach and between her thicc legs, lifting herself just enough so she could grasp his aching flesh with her fingertips.

"What, no teasing?" Zorzal whispered, a grin stretching across his face as she massaged him.

"I'm too impatient for foreplay," the bunny woman breathed, leaning forward slightly as she aimed at him.

Zorzal didn't mind in the least, stretching his neck so he could nip at her soft, supple breasts. Pausing, Tyuule pushed him back, chiding, "I didn't say there wouldn't be teasing later, though…"

The Prince opened his mouth to question her, but was cut off by his own sigh of pleasure as he felt himself against her entrance. The man reached to grab his consort's legs, gripping her tightly as she lowered herself onto him, and taking her sweet time about it, too. Tyuule had positioned herself so she was practically pinning his own legs and hips, making him unable to hurry the process. Zorzal adored the way it felt sliding slowly inside her, and could watch the rapture on her face for hours as he did.

However, his own reactions…

He let out a loud, low moan as the thickest part of his shaft was swallowed by the moist confines of Tyuule's body. She smiled at him, cupping his face with her delicate hand.

"Ahh, my Prince, I do enjoy the sounds you make… But, I enjoy being the only one to hear them the most." She let out a little sigh as he twitched within her, the compliment stroking more than his ego.

"Mmm… You're so hard tonight…" Tyuule settled herself on Zorzal, his full length filling her.

"You'd better stay that way until I'm finished with you." She flashed him one last positively evil grin, and then began moving.

It started quickly—she bounced on him, distracting him from the overwhelming sensation with her well-endowed breasts, cupping and squeezing them while he watched. When he was breathless, squeezing her legs as she felt his body practically begging for release, she slowed again, raising herself until just the tip of him was still inside.

"Damn you, Tyuule, I—"

She immediately took him in again, her gasp inaudible over his groan of pleasure. She immediately went back to teasing him, though, keeping her hips positioned so he was unable to thrust any deeper into her than an inch or two past the head.

Torturing the Prince was bringing Tyuule very close to finishing herself, but she held back, waiting until she could fully draw out the beast in the man. She rocked her hips back and forth, pushing his girth against the most sensitive parts of her insides, making her gasp and moan and thrust herself even more vigorously against him. After long minutes of this, the sound of her pleasure was finally drowning out Zorzal', her breathy moans filling the room at even the slightest motion.

"Ah… AH! Ah~H Zo-Zorzal..!"

The man had ceased his complaints, enamored with his consort above him, taking what pleasure she wanted from him. He was more than happy to give it to her, but in return, he was in need himself. He whispered her name, tapping her bare leg with a finger. She peeked one eye open at him, her expression glazed as her ample chest heaved for breath, a light sheen of sweat on her face.

"Ah… Almost, my Prince… Please, just a bit more…" Tyuule had slowed her pace again, frustrating him further. He frowned; she smiled. Suddenly, Zorzal caught on to her game. He gazed intensely into her eyes and felt her tense around him—she was close, that much was true. She inched on him once more, and that was enough.

Enough of this teasing of hers, he was taking rightful control of the situation. Roughly, he grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down into him, simultaneously thrusting himself as deep as he would go. Her warmth, the gasp of shock, the rush of control, and Zorzal was done for, filling her with his seed.

"OH! ZORZALL!" Tyuule's cry of ecstasy filled the room, her back arching as intense orgasm engulfed her senses, sending tingles of warmth shooting from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.

The Prince bit back a cry as he felt Tyuule tightening around him. It felt incredible—the best any woman had ever felt inside. He let out a grunt as he thrust into her once more, spilling more of himself than he thought he'd had to give. For a moment, each was absorbed in their own personal paradise, until the sensations passed and exhaustion swept over the pair. Still with him inside her, Tyuule flopped forward to lie on the Prince's chest, breathing hard.

"Oh… That was wonderful…" she said, low in his ear. Zorzal reached up a hand to stroke her hair, pulling her slightly dampened curls away from her neck and forehead that were sticky with sweat.

"Indeed, it was." His heart was hammering in his chest, and he swallowed thickly, trying to disguise how wiped out he was. "However, you've left me in an unacceptable state. I will need you to clean up this mess. Immediately."

Tyuule picked her head up slightly, catching his eye. A grin spread across her face, slow and sinful. "Yes, my Prince," she crooned, sliding herself off him and crawling back on all fours shamelessly with her tongue sticking out looking so erotic.

Zorzal grinned; Tyuule was his favorite royal consort not only for her boldness, but her love of cleanliness. The Prince crossed his hands behind his neck and reclined, smiling as he watched his wife lap up the evidence of their lovemaking from both the sheets and his body with her tongue. As Prince of the Holy Darwinian Empire, he was responsible for many duties and obligations. Some of those obligations, however, were far more enjoyable than others.

This was a good day, afterall!

"Looks like you're having a pretty good time, Zorzal!" A teasing voice came from behind.

Who...?

Turning his head in the direction of the voice, Zorzal immediately recognized the familiar figure of his dashing sister; Pina Co Lada. She was wearing a black cloak over her white silk garment but that couldn't hide her stunning beauty, especially her fiery red hair that fell on both sides.

"Of course, it's you!" Covering his face in despair, Zorzal grumbled. Among his many siblings, there was only one sister that could be as bold as this. Using the secret emergency magic escape way to enter his chamber. The annoying red-haired menace of a younger sister had returned. Undoubtedly to bring him some real headache.

Throwing a pillow at the princess in black, the Prince scolded. "Stop using emergency magic escape ways as your toys, Pina! They are only for EMERGENCY situations."

Skillfully dodging the pillow, the red-haired beauty threw him a smirk that could destroy every man's confidence. "Hey! cover up that pee-pee of your first, Pervert Brother! Or have you become an exhibitionist?"

Annoyed by her sister's insolent tone; without bothering to cover his schlong, Zorzal threw her another pillow; this time with enough force to tear it apart when hitting Pina in the face. "OH! Fuck You, Pina. You're the one who entered your older brother's bedroom without permission but I'm the bad guy here!?"

"Stop it! Both of you; you're not children anymore." Tyuule intervened to stop the royal quarrel before it turned into an undignified throwing match. Tyuule thanked the gods that this room was soundproof.

Finished teasing her brother, Pina turned around and changed the subject. "Lady Tyuule, It's good to see you're as lively as alway. My idiot brother must have treated you well."

Hey!

Both women ignored the Prince's discomfort and went to hug each other. "Nice to see you again, Pina. But next time, at least knock first."

"Hehehe...Sorry!" Pina squinted one eye and made a cute gesture.

It was only natural that the two of them were as close as blood siblings because in this palace there were only two of them that were bold enough to tease the Second Prince. There was one time the two of them raced horses in the main hall making Zorzal hopping mad.

"So why are you here, Pina?" Zorzal asked in a growl voice.

Resting herself on a luxury chair nearby then crossing her legs, Pina bit her lip, her eyes narrowed. After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, the Princess finally replied. "I need a favor from you."

Hmm!?

"A favor !? What kind of favor requires you to break into your brother's bedroom in the middle of the night !?" Zorzal hissed, his eyebrows furrowing into a U shape. Based on the unusual time and method she came here, Zorzal guessed whatever Pina wanted was highly sensitive in nature.

Looking up, her crimson eyes meeting his, Pina said. "Details are top secret, all I can say is that I need a platoon of elite Youxia warriors working under my direct command. And a high-speed schooner ship equipped with the best cloaking device we have. Of course, I also need you to wipe out their mobilization orders, their identities, and all equipment receipts from all Defense Ministry records."

A clandestine deep-strike operation!? What, in our Father's name, were you playing, Pina? Zorzal observed her carefully to make sure this wasn't some kind of mischievous prank.

"Has our Father authorized this operation?"

Youxia were the Emperor's attack bunnies, not some ordinary guards that could be mobilized at will. As the Minister of Defense, Zorzal could use the Special War Powers Act to mobilize the Youxia. But the Special War Powers Act requires him to notify the Emperor within 48 hours of committing Youxia forces to military action and forbids Youxia forces from remaining for more than 120 Falmart-days, with a further 60-day withdrawal period, without the Emperor's authorization.

Consider her words carefully, Pina said. "No, and I would kindly ask that you refrain from telling him."

Look up at the ceiling and sigh. "Our Father is such a worry wart at times; besides he is a little preoccupied at the moment. Don't worry, Father will understand, this order came from the very Top." Pina emphasized the word 'Top'.

Oh...SHIT!

A god or goddess was also involved in this too? This would make things a lot more complicated.

When should I notify Father? Maybe...after the mission was successful!

Which levels of classification should I put this mission in; 'Top secret or 'need-to-know only'? Should I even write a report about this or not?

Watching everything silently from the sidelines, Tyuule finally spoke up. "You will have your strike team...and I will go with you too!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Zorzal protested. "It's too dangerous!" He hissed.

"Too dangerous for me but not for your younger sister !?"

"But — "

"My beloved Prince; have you forgotten I am not only your royal consort but also the daughter of the legendary Captain General Subutai Harkonnen and your strongest knight? Princess Pina is my sworn sister. By the name of the gods, I can't let her go into danger alone."

"Tyuule!" Eyes wide opened, Pina was touched.

A lump lodged in his throat. Tsk — she was always like this!

It was no use trying to convince Tyuule to change her mind when she already decided on something. The Emperor — his father chose her as his consort for this reason. Zorzal needed a strong wife to control his ego and temperament. He fell in love with her for this but her bold temperament really gave him a heart attack sometimes.

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There has perhaps never been a time when the Realm of Falmart wasn't divided. Between empires and federations; orthodox worshiper and dark occultist; between the war and the peace. The delicate balance between the two may be fated to play out for eternity with every soul in the realm meant to embrace one or the other.

Yet for as long as this struggle has persisted, Some have refused to take sides they have rejected their destiny and in place of an allegiance to any higher purpose, live lives coated in shades of gray, answerable only to themselves.

These are the rogues, the freelancers, smugglers, bounty hunters, privateers and wanderers. From the deepest recesses of Sadera to the furthest marches of the outer territories these elements have aligned themselves to common interests.

At times when the balance of global events was particularly precarious, they have left a mark on history as pivotal and lasting as any statesman. But no organization has ever burned brighter, cast shadows darker or found greater purpose in the twilight than the criminal syndicate named Black Moon.

At its height, Black Moon involved itself in every manner of activity imaginable, some lawful some not and some so intricate it was impossible to tell one way or the other. Its worse aspects were centered upon extortion, racketeering, piracy black market trade, weapon smuggling and the trafficking of sentience. Yet at the same time it operated innumerable front organizations, some so respected and honored, they were considered the pinnacle of ethical business across the Empire.

They were at once respected financiers, industrialists, underground criminals and gangsters but most importantly the liaisons in between depending on precisely where and precisely when their operations were conducted. These activities might be within perfect accordance with local laws but they might just as easily circumvent and shatter them.

The path taken by Black Moon was always the one of least resistance and greatest profit. Key to this strategy was their enormously effective intelligence gathering blacks on information networks were pervasive. From the lowliest informants ratting on their fellows in backwater cantinas to business and political leaders with close ties to the reigning Imperial government, even the imperial intelligence services operated by the Empire often lacked the accuracy and scope of Black Moon and were at times even infiltrated themselves.

Through this web its leadership knew precisely which rules it might bend on which kingdoms and which it might shatter for most of its existence Black Moon was directed by a single leader known as the Underlord; who attained power either by climbing the syndicate's ranks or through a direct and usually hostile takeover.

This system attracted a wide range of ruthless individuals, from the infamous fallen prince Chisel to the mysterious assassin Darth Hand. While a competent Underlord might direct the activities of Black Moon for decades, a lesser individual might merely preside over an era of instability and be leader in little more than name.

Directly beneath the Underlord were nine Vigos or nephews, who directly controlled the designated sector of territory within the Black Moon's sphere of influence. Despite the familial nomenclature they used, Vegos were rarely from the same bloodline but instead used the title to convey a sense of stability to outsiders.

In practice however, Vigos were deeply territorial and competitive. On the passing of the Underlord these Vigos would clash with one another to determine which would assume the title.

The clout held by the Underlord was unparalleled but even a lesser Vigo, granted authority over a comparatively minor region of the Empire would enjoy more wealth and power than all but a handful of beings throughout history.

Beneath the Underlord and nine Vigos with the various collective conglomerations, families and gangs that formed the bureaucracy and foot soldiers of the organization. These were typically led by an ad hoc hierarchy of individuals that answered only to their designated Vigo.

In some cases the organizational structure of local businesses or governments would be integrated into Black Moon's power structure, in many cases without their direct knowledge.

This decentralized and adaptable clandestine cell system allowed Black Moon to spread across the planet supremely effectively with each subgroup. Free to exploit opportunities through its own initiative whilst remaining under the general direction of their Vigo.

This also helped to ensure that when groups were inevitably wiped out by competitors or incarcerated by particularly bold law enforcement. The organization as a whole and its inner workings were not compromised in kingdoms in which local or imperial government was particularly strong, Black Moon was content to operate in the shadows.

But in those where it held complete control, it became a government unto itself they would take control of civic services, often providing them more effectively than the previous government had been able to. Their foot soldiers and flotillas of ships would act as security forces, preventing other criminal organizations from moving in. Occurrences such as these, were typically in the turbulent backwaters of the mid and outer colonies.

Though Black Moon could sometimes resemble something close to a legitimate security service or more respectable core territories. In all cases though it was just as likely to commit offences as prevent them.

While the power of the Vigos and the organization as a whole regularly waxed and waned; Black Moon boasted enough enforcers and ground troops to rival a kingdom army, many were little more than street thugs and local enforcers; but others were well-trained mercenaries and bounty hunters whose skills rivaled professional soldiers.

When the circumstances demanded, these forces could be supplied with armored transport vehicles and heavy support platforms. The syndicate itself operated a sizable flotilla of smuggling ships, transport freighters, sky lanterns and even larger escort frigates and cruisers. Although precise numbers are impossible due to the cellular nature of the syndicate, the scale of their operations across the Empire suggested a fleet strength numbering in the tens of thousands and likely higher.

The majority of these ships were little more than publicly available civilian craft or surplus obsolete military designs. Some ships operated by Black Moon however approach those operated by the Europania Union and Holy Empire in both their size and capability.

The power of Black Moon stretched back to the great Unification War in which the Holy Empire and Gra Valkas Federation entered into a prolonged struggle for dominance.

It was during the atomic bombing of Sadera, one of the great tragedies of the era in which the organization is believed to have first formed. With its infrastructure and ruins and law enforcement overwhelmed across the capital gangs of criminals began to take control of lower level neighborhoods becoming the new de facto authorities.

The embedded locals had little choice but to pay protection credits leading to the common expression that it was better a black Moon than not. It was from this grim saying that the rising criminal enterprise would take its name.

Though the expansion of the organization across Sadera would eventually be curbed, first by capital security forces and the imperial special information service and later by direct military intervention Black Moon's reach across the capital was enough for it to create footholds on neighboring cities whether through luck or design.

Though likely a bit of both, Black Moon was able to rapidly spread across the Holy Empire and avoid the brief lifespan that all too often afflicted criminal empires. In many kingdoms, it existed only in name, with no real connection or loyalty to those who had flourished on Sadera. By the time of the Imperial civil wars nearly 4000 years later, the Black Moon crime syndicate had consolidated its desperate elements to become a force of significant influence across the Empire.

Perceived as a potential threat to the designs of the future 65th Emperor, he dispatched his second son to throw Black Moon into disarray.

Despite the death of the Underlord and several Vigos at the Prince's hand, the outbreak of open war between the Senate and the Royalist provided an opportunity for the organization to expand even further.

As the Empire destabilized, it acted quickly to exploit undefended cities and unregulated markets wherever it could reach. As the war escalated these opportunities became all the more frequent as were derelict ships abandoned by both sides that could be either scrapped or salvaged.

During the sieges of Indyjski, Black Moon became increasingly involved in the course of the war itself. It assisted in weapon smuggling with radical factions, death watch and actively worked to support their coup against the reigning duchess.

The abrupt end of their partnership with the Senate cripple Black Moon for decades. Amidst several competing claims for leadership the sprawling organization fell into civil war and Black Moon would never again reach the heights of power and influence it once held.

It remained largely disintegrated throughout the era of the new Empire, unable to gather its strength and repeatedly overtaken by rival groups it had outmaneuvered for centuries. As time goes by, although they would eventually drift into legend, the mark left by Black Moon on the face of the planet would never truly fade.

In their relentless pursuit of wealth and power, the which unchecked by laws, borders, regimes or armies, Black Moon proved a truth of the world that none could deny. Federations and Empires, the light and the dark, for as long as the struggle endures there will always be the shades of gray in between, and there is where the black Moon forever shines.

- Light in Gray Zone.

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Red-light city of Yiji, Principality of Calasta, Pacaus Archipelago, Spokojny Ocean, Falmart, 52030

Seven thousand kilometers east of the Terra Australis sub-continent lies the island chain of Pacaus. It was formed during the last 80 million years by friction between the northward-moving Terra Australis tectonic plate and the westward-moving Spokojny plate. At the margin between the two plates, volcanic islands were thrown up which gradually acquired accretions of coral round their shores. The six major islands are Ak'hai'i, Trillia, Hroai, Ya-Kela, Prasiyo, and Valland, totaling 3.1 million sq km (1.2 M sq mi, the size of Western Europe). Ak'hai'i proper is nearly as big as the other fives together.

After a week of ocean crossing on his Royal Yacht — The HMY Bloodhound, a long line of hills rises from the sea-the west coast of Ak'hai'i. The land looks very Terran-low hills, open forest, scattered meadows on the slopes facing the sea, where the afternoon sun dries out the soil a bit more. The breeze off the sea blows inland, and they ride the updraft, up to gentle, rounded summits.

From the ridgetop meadows, Prince Ainsworth gets glimpses of snowy peaks far to the east-the Gneiss Range. On the coast he spotted one sea dragon nest; the Icari. Though Ak'hai'i's forest famed for Terasquids, you won't see any here-they only feel secure in the deep mangroves woods found in the north and east coast.

At last the hills recede. A great bowl lies between them and the Gneiss Range, twice the width and length of California's Central Valley. A great silvery sheet pools in its heart: Lake Riao, largest on Ak'hai'i. It's a chevron or rough arrowhead 120 km long, pointing northeast, where the hills grow higher and dark with pseudopines.

But they're headed the other way, down the Oaua River.

Watering most of Ak'hai'i, the Oaua runs nearly 1000 km west along the foot of the Gneiss Range, meandering down to Thunder Bay. The Oaua Basin looks like northern California—mixed groves and meadows, in a mild climate with light rains. Summers don't get as hot—Falmart's dense air and short day both moderate temperature spike, and we're further from the equator—but they do stay dry for several months, except for coastal fog.

A quite Californian pattern.

Thunder Bay is 320 km wide, really a sheltered inland sea-the Thunder Islands and the many fingers of Cape Thunder to the west nearly block its mouth. The flow from the Oaua River delta makes the inner end of the bay nearly fresh. The region is quite dry for Ak'hai'i; the shores are mixed groves and meadows.

As they traveled eastward through the dense coastal fog, which was very common at this time of the year, an alluring ancient city slowly entered their sight. Covered in thick fog was the port city of Yiji, the largest city in the Pacaus and the capital of the Principality of Calasta.

As the largest port city of South Spokojny, Yiji had great strategic importance as it located at the crossroads of one of the busiest shipping routes in the world, the Maritime Silk Road linking Azjania and Terra Australis with Ameryka, Neo Ameryka, and Antarktyda. The port serves as a key refueling and transshipment center and is the principal maritime outlet for imports to and exports in the Principality of Calasta.

The economy of Yiji relies heavily on the strategic location of its port since about a third of all daily shipping in the world passes the south-east edge of Pacaus. The port's strategic location inside the Thunder Bay also makes it an important military outpost for the Empire but what really differentiated this city from other port cities was its unprecedented large prostitution industry.

Nearly 70 percent of the city's 1.7 million population work in host and hostess clubs, love hotels, sex restaurants and nightclubs, sex shops, sex theatres, peep shows, sex museums. Hence, the city is nicknamed 'The City that Never Sleeps'; 'Red-light city of Yiji' or colloquially referred to as 'Every Sailor's Dream'. And it was for that reason that Prince Ainsworth decided to visit this city as it might contain the key to Falmart salvation.

"So...this is Black Moon's final stronghold; Not bad!" Ainsworth commented upon seeing the streets crowded with sailors from all over the world.

Greeting the Prince at the port was an entourage led by a thin and tall old man with very sharp features giving him a skeletal appearance. He wore a dark green cloak and a jewel-encrusted feather hat covering his silver hair. His greenish eyes were as sharp as an owl and the way he moves makes you think of an old fox.

"Your Highness, Director Lama Su; Welcome to the City that Never Sleeps. It's our pleasure to have you visit." The old noble bowed deeply.

"Margrave Himmler Li Lebensborn! Your reputation precedes you. Sage Max Sollmann and DrGregor Ebner have many great things to say about your many talents," Ainsworth emphasized the word 'talents'. "And for the sake of this Empire...and for your own sake, I hope you're better than your all talk-and-no-action-father." The young Prince warned. One did not waste a prince's time without facing severe consequences.

"I assure you, Your won't be disappointed." The cold smile never left his face.

"It's not me you need to convince; it's those people." The prince pointed to the group of people lined up behind him. From their clothes, you could tell they were soldiers, probably conscripted.

"Of course, Your Highness. Our glorious troops will be treated well. Now, please get on the carriage and enjoy the ride."

The magic carriage took them to the city center, where crowds of people of many races — Immanity with pointed caps, Dwarves with round turbans, Hobbits with square bonnets, Elves with black mitres, and long-robed Goblin — were collected. The ride was smooth despite a few drunken sailor incidents on the way. Yiji was truly an international port city; the streets were all busy. From his window, Ainsworth could see countless brothels and courtesans clothed in rose-coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced airily inviting guests.

They soon entered a huge 25,000 square meters Chinese-style mansion. Setting foot in the lush greenery of the main courtyard, the young Prince was warmly greeted by many beautiful maids. They led him into a large underground chamber decorated with expensive paintings and exquisite bonsai. The walls were made from fragrant oak; the floor was blue marble beneath the colorful artistic carpet; there were jade tables near the lavish sofas and stylish armchairs.

"First of all, I would like to thank Your Highness for patronizing this project. You are truly a visionary patriot unlike many of your more conservative relatives," His voice turned bitter. "The future of this Empire belongs to people like you and Princess Pina, who are ready to do what it takes to save this nation. "

"No need for fancy words, Margrave Lebensborn; what is being done here is morally ambiguous and certainly not legal under current law." Ainsworth wasn't so up to his own ass that he didn't realize that what they were doing would have destabilizing consequences in the future. "But... I must admit; to have the luxury of worrying about the future, one must first have a future. This is something many relatives of mine are unfortunately too old-fashioned to see." The Prince sighed.

"And what you're doing here will secure that future. And the soldiers on the front lines will forever be grateful for the generosity of the Empire." Himmler assured.

"I certainly hope so; but first we must convince the royal council of the viability of this project. The odds are not in our favor."

"See it for yourself then." Himmler waved.

As he did, three blonde elven girls stepped out from the curtain behind. They were all naked and had almost identical faces but the surprising thing was their age.

The one on the left was the youngest, not more than 80 years old, the breast has just barely popped out and the pubic hair is still sparse. The one on the middle was about 150-160 years old, her body had developed some nice curves, her D-cup breasts bounced out, wet and shimmering with moisture along with her long luscious thighs complete with a fuzzy patch of pubic hair directly above her sex. The last one was about 230-240 years old and her body was gorgeous with her massive H-cup breasts fully exposed in all their glory to everyone's eyes.

His lips lifted into a smile.

"Genetic manipulation, the miracle of modern magic!" Himmler said proudly. "Let me reveal to you a secret, all three specimens here are the same age, 21 days old. They were cloned from the same specimen exactly 42 days ago. By editing certain genes, we have full control over their growth, physical appearance and appetite for sex."

"Not bad, but Kaminoan Corporation can do the same, so what special about your clone?" Asked Director Lama Su.

Smirk.

"The special thing about my clones, unlike the mindless clones of yours, have memory and skills of the original. We have unlocked the secret of memory transfusion."

WHAT — !?

Memory Transfusion — The holy grail of cloning technology. Human cloning is considered useless because they are time and resource consuming. Even if you speed up their growth, the end result will be just a child in an adult's body.

"Of course, we only manage to transfer 40 percent of the memory of the original. But that is enough for our purpose; we needed breedable whores, not engineers." Himmler shrugged.

"Unlike the boring homunculus on the market, my clones have real personalities, thus they are superior sex dolls in every way. I can even make them patriotic to remind our soldiers on the battlefield of their duty."

"Are they loyal?"

"Certainly, a small behavioral modification biochip implanted in their brains ensures it. They are totally obedient, taking any order without question."

"Any downside I need to know?"

"Only a small one. If mass-produced and forced growth, the clones' genetic structure will become unstable, this might lead to cancer so they need to take a daily pill of anti-defect."

"So, I assume their price will also be... 'Superior' to the homunculus on the market?" Ainsworth asked sarcastically.

"That, you have to ask Director Lama Su, only his company has the resources and expertise for mass production. Of course, Memory Transfusion Technology is our trade secret and we like to keep it that way. So it will cost additional fees, but I believe Your Highness can see the greater benefit from public-private partnership."

"Certainly, His Majesty's Government acknowledges the intellectual property rights of its citizens so this will be subject to further negotiation," Turning to the man on the right. " ?"

"At the moment, Kaminoan Corporation can only produce 3,000 human clones per day; to increase production we will need a large sum of investment. Unfortunately, this is not possible under the Sixth Day Act."

"I and a couple of senators are making progress on repealing the Sixth Day Act. Unfortunately, this will take some time." The Prince admitted they had a long way to go.

"Your Highness, I have a suggestion. My family might not be as wealthy as it used to be but we can lend the Kaminoan a loan of 100 million Suwani while you handle the legal problems. This can shorten the process from approval to production."

Raised an eyebrow, Ainsworth said. "One hundred million isn't a small number for your family. It's a risky move so what do you really want? Aside from the small commission fee with each clone sale, of course."

No man risking that much without greater ambition.

"I want what Rightfully belongs to My family. The lordship of Calasta and all Black Moon assets frozen by the Empire." Himmler said with fire in his tone.

Ainsworth had to give the old man credit. Even when faced with adversity, the moment an opportunity arose, he reached for it wholeheartedly. Not recklessly, not blindly, but resolutely. And he also knew when to dispense with the tedium of circuitous euphemisms and diplomatic doubletalk and just get straight to the point.

"Very well, give me what I want and you will be the Underlord."

"Of course! Now, please enjoy the show, Your Highness."

A large screen slowly descended from the ceiling at the command of Himmler showing what happened in the rooms above.

Room 01; Clone Model 017; Code name: Tamamo no Mae

To be charming was Tamamo no Mae's prerogative. Be it as a courtesan, a Servant, or as a wife and mother, the fox girl was always the loveliest and most endearing. Of course, this extended to mature charms as well. Barely (or at times not at all) concealed beneath her bubbly, cheerful act was a woman perfectly capable and willing to seduce men into debauchery. Thus, she was perfectly happy to devote her considerable allure to the mission of working as a stripper.

'It was a shock that they'd ask such shameless things of this humble, cute, sexy Tamamo…but if it is the duty Master is entrusting me with, then I have no choice but to make everyone fall hopelessly in love with my peerless beauty and sensuality.'

Justifying her indulgence to herself, Tamamo had been performing with great enthusiasm. Dressed in a traditional shrine maiden costume, she was prepared to entice a new audience.

Walking to the stage with her hands joined in front of her and a solemn expression, she was the very image of properness.

'If only they knew what I've in store for them 3…Ah, no, don't get ahead of yourself Tamamo.'

Sitting down on her heels, the shrine maiden joined her hands and closed her eyes, as if in prayer. Her only movements were the twitch of her fox ears and the shaking of her fluffy tail, her biggest charm points she was so proud of.

Not wanting to waste too much time with her demure act, Tamamo placed her hands flat on the ground as she did.

Lifting her lower body in turn, her tail still swaying side to side while peeking out of her red pants, she raised her hips into the air and shook them in rhythm as she opened her eyes to give her audience a cheeky look. Propping herself up into all fours, she crawled slowly towards them, then straightened up to a kneeling position. Raising her hands, she petted her own ears while winking at the audience.

Lowering one hand to her lips, she gently bit the tip of her pointer finger as she gave them a, pun intended, foxy smile. Running both of her hands down her neck, she caressed them over her breasts, so large and perky even her loose top couldn't hide their size, then over her stomach and around her hips, finally brushing her tail's soft fur with them. She smiled, pleased at the way her audience looked at it.

'No matter the time and place, foxes are always in vogue. That's why Tamamo-chan is unbeatable!'

Smugly praising herself, she stood up and made towards the pole, stepping behind it and embracing it with her arms, legs and tail. Pressing her cheek as well, she rubbed her entire body up and down against the metal length, an inviting gleam in her eyes and a lascivious smile on her lips. After caressing it for a few moments, she lowered her hands to undo the belt of her pants, allowing the garment to drop to the ground. Her shirt was still long enough to cover her hips, and she let her tail hang limp behind her for good measure, but her slender shapely legs were now bare to the audience.

To emphasize this, Tamamo dropped into a crouch with her legs spread wide, her body still pressed flush against the pole. Caressing her thighs while thrusting her hips, she basked in her audience's lewd comments and desiring praise.

'It's only natural that every last one of them would want to take this supremely alluring Tamamo and make her their loving, doting, generous wife. But alas, the most you can have is one night of passion. Still, I'll give you something to remember who's the loveliest.'

Shuffling around to sit before the pole, her legs still spread, she grabbed the edges of her white top. Pulling one side open, she kept the other pressed to her chest, still hiding what lay underneath. Letting them scream and beg for more, she opened the other side while closing the other, too quick for anything to be seen.

Once she'd had her fun teasing them, the fox girl finally threw her top completely open and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor. Soft red rope wrapped around Tamamo's body, criss crossing over her stomach, a single length barely wide enough to cover her lips over her crotch.

Wrapping over and under her breasts, they squeezed them out, making them look even bigger; a pair of paper talismans stuck to them the only thing covering them. Dropping herself to one side, she joined her legs together and stretched them out, staying propped on her elbow while giving the audience a good view of the entirety of her buxom, tied up body.

Grabbing one of her large supple tits and bouncing it in her hand for a moment, Tamamo ran her hand down to her crotch to adjust the rope that covered it, as she flipped herself over. Lifting her tail, she displayed her bubbly rear end, the red rope on her crotch wrapping around and becoming lost between perky cheeks.

Shooting an inviting smile back to her audience while she swayed her tail, she flipped onto her stomach to give them a proper look of the curvature of her buttocks, as well as the sheer size of her breasts as she pressed them against the floor.

'Isn't this Tamamo the loveliest thing you have ever seen? Don't you just want to completely fall prey to her charms?'

Getting up to kneel on all fours, she once again prowled towards her enchanted public, her bosom now hanging and swaying freely. Her eyes trained on the audience, her gaze was that of a predator fixed on its prey, and their immediate shivers of nervousness and anticipation at her look made her shudder with hungering desire.

Letting her tail drop down behind her, she shuffled around to turn her back to the audience, and stretched her legs out to the sides to stand up into a split, her upper body completely bent down while still hidden from her audience's sight by her tail.

After giving it a few teasing sways, she lifted it to allow them a view of the thin red rope digging into her ass and crotch, only a slight pull away from revealing everything, as well as her tits hanging upside down, still firm and perfectly shaped from any angle. Invitingly shaking her hips, she gave herself hard spanks, sending ripples through her bubble butt.

Once her cheeks had been rendered red and achy by her slaps, Tamamo fell back to her knees and flipped herself over, laying on her back and spreading her legs. Lifting her hips off the ground, she took a hold of the rope covering her crotch and pulled it, making it dig into her nethers, partially revealing her lips, as she thrust her hips up and down. Her tail excitedly twitched around on the floor as she dragged the rope back and forth, rubbing it over her womanhood as she humped the air, delighting in hearing her audience's hollers and lewd praise.

'Prey, get. In just a moment I'll be eating a lucky one amongst you. Or maybe I'll have him eat me 3.'

Thinking her shameless thoughts while shamelessly performing her strip show, the foxy shrine maiden gave a few final thrusts, ending them by tensing up her body and straightening out her tail. Dropping her hips back to the floor, she shuffled around to a kneeling position. She caressed herself between her legs with one hand, groping her breasts with the other, her nipples very visibly poking against the paper talismans covering them and a needy look on her face, not entirely for the audience's sake.

Basking in their attention for a few moments, Tamamo dropped herself to all fours once again and turned to crawl away to leave. Her tail lifted up, her ass was in full display, still covered in fading pink handprints from her earlier spanks, and her lower lips still slightly poking out as she hadn't bothered to properly adjust the rope that covered them. Swaying her lower body and tail to draw even more attention to them, she gave her audience one final cheeky look, then disappeared behind the curtain.

Room 02; Clone Model 014; Code name: Medusa

The biggest hurdle for Medusa was accepting that anyone would want to come see her. As far as she was concerned, her body was an excessive, unsightly thing, far too big and bulky in every aspect, the complete opposite of her lovely, perfect sisters. No matter how much people assured her that plenty of people would in fact prefer someone of her build, or how alluring her performance would be, she simply couldn't conceive of the idea of someone finding her beautiful.

Not that she truly cared for people's attention. What immanity thought of her didn't matter in the slightest; all they'd ever done was cause her grief by harassing her adored sisters while despising and demonizing her. '

Still, if I am obligated to put up a show for them, not having anyone show up is a failure on my part, isn't it…?'

Walking out into the stage while mulling over her need to impress while having neither the talent nor the inclination to do so, her audience's whooping and cheers immediately washed over her.

Despite her eschewed view of herself, the youngest gorgon looked stunning even in the plain clothes she currently wore. A black sweater and a long dark blue skirt, while showing little to no skin, still showed the contours of her curvaceous body; the pair of glasses she wore, especially made to avoid any incidents due to her infamous gaze, framed her lovely face and drew attention to her gorgeous eyes. The effect caused by her simple garb was such that she looked simultaneously like a perfectly simple and humble woman and like a peerlessly beautiful priestess, neither of which was untrue.

Ignoring the praise thrown her way, Medusa strutted to the pole, grasping it with both hands and clutching it between her legs, pressing flush against it. Climbing up the length, she dragged it against the front of her body, her large breasts wrapping around it suggestively. Once she was high enough, she gripped it more firmly and let go of her legs' hold, shifting around to move her lower body in front of the shaft. Straightening one leg down, she placed the sole of her leather boot-clad foot against it for support and raised her other knee. Stretching it up, the priestess spread her long legs further and further apart, until she finally managed a perfect vertical split, her skirt having hiked up enough that everyone could see her underwear.

Maintaining the posture for a while to display her flexibility, she lowered her leg and moved her lower body back behind the pole. Holding it between her legs again, this time she let go with her hands and wrapped her upper body around, grabbing the length above her head. With a quick motion, she opened her legs and moved her entire body around, such that she was now in front of the metal shaft with her back pressed to it.

Spreading her legs in a horizontal split, the tall beauty lifted herself higher such that her head was at the same height as her hands. Moving one of them to grasp higher, she stuck out her chest and flexed her arms, lifted her hips off the pole and started moving her lower body forward by core strength alone. Slowly yet seemingly with little effort, Medusa raised herself until she was parallel to the ground, her legs still spread to the sides, then continued until she had shifted around, her thighs clutching the pole near the top, hanging upside down with her long hair falling below her like a purple waterfall.

Given her current position, her skirt had been flipped upside down, and her audience could see everything, made all the easier as she took it off and let it fall to the ground. The sides of a black minidress, even shorter and tighter than the one she usually wore, were held to her back by nothing but strings that strained against her shapely rear, left practically bare by the thin thong she wore underneath. As the club's patrons cheered at the sight, Medusa stoically wondered why they got so excited.

'All I've done is show a little of my unsightly body. Are they so desperate even that is enough to satisfy them?'

Deciding it was useless to ponder what immanity thought, she continued with her performance. Holding herself by her legs, she reached up her sweater for something with one hand while she took her glasses off with the other. Throwing them aside, she wrapped the object she had taken out around her face, then turned to face her audience, letting them see the pink blindfold that now obstructed her sight, although she hardly needed it to move around. Pulling her sweater down, she dropped it to the floor, casting away the last remnant of her girl-next-door look.

Still hanging upside down, Medusa gripped the pole and twisted her hips sideways. Spreading her legs, she stretched one back parallel to the ground while she stretched the other forward, doing an upside-down split. Bending one leg at the knee, she wrapped it around the pole, let her grasp go with one hand to turn her body completely sideways, then moved her other leg around and wrapped it around the same side. Letting go with her other hand, she straightened her body back parallel to the floor, holding on with the back of her knees as she stretched her arms over her head. Despite her short strapless dress covering most of her front, it fit so tightly it left little to the imagination about the shape of her tall, voluptuous body

While her blindfold prevented her from seeing, the priestess could perceive her audience's response all the same. Not just the hollers they let out for her to hear, but also their murmurs amongst themselves, about how erotic her displays of flexibility and nimbleness were, about how provocative her appearance was with her generous curves and skimpy dress, about the things they'd love to do to her if given the chance. She could even smell their arousal through her keen senses.

'If immanity are this easy to please, it's no wonder they'd flock to my sisters. At least here, they have to stay put so there's no need for me to deal with them.'

Bending up, Medusa grabbed the pole with one hand as she eased her hold of it with one leg and stretched it down. Placing her boot's sole against the metal length, she straightened her body up, standing casually as if she were on the ground rather than precariously holding herself in the air by the leg craned behind her. Reaching behind her back, she took a hold of one of the strings holding her dress around the middle of her back between her fingers and snapped it, then did the same with the one above it.

Continuing all the way up her back, the youngest gorgon's dress became looser and looser. Once only one strap remained holding the top of it in place, she reached over her shoulders and snapped it, holding both ends of the string with one hand. Hooking her other hand's index on the front, Medusa leaned forward and pulled it down, pulling the strings back to keep it from being dragged down. Letting her audience whoop and beg her to take it off for a moment, she let go and allowed them to see the strapless leather bra she wore underneath.

Still standing effortlessly on the pole, she cupped her hands under her generous bust and bounced it teasingly. Pressing them together, she rubbed her supple breasts against each other as she kneaded and massaged them, just as she'd heard many people in her public would like to do. Letting them go, she reached back to grip the pole as she unhooked the leg that had been holding her in place, quickly and nimbly shifting around to turn her back to the audience. Clutching the shaft between her thighs once more, she slowly shook her hips side to side as much as her current position allowed.

Pulling her long curtain of hair over one shoulder so everyone could get a good view of her back, the tall beautiful priestess caressed her hands up her shapely thighs. Reaching the lowermost string, she did as she'd done with the others and snapped it. Moving to the next one, the remaining ones strained against her round ass to keep her dress in place, seeming like they could be snapped by its firm abundant flesh alone if she only stuck her hips back slightly. Continuing to sway side to side, Medusa could hear the heartbeats of some of the people in the audience, beating like drums in anticipation.

Once only three strings were left, she started shaking her hips faster and faster. Grabbing all of them, she snapped them all at once as her pert rear started to jiggle from her motions, throwing her dress aside. Dressed now only in a strapless leather bra and a matching thin leather thong that became lost between her buttocks, Medusa eased her hold on the pole and slid down, planting her feet on the floor for the first time since her show started.

Lifting her hips up as she separated her legs, she bent forward and folded herself to look at her audience between them, or would have had she not been blindfolded. Grabbing her ankles, she slowly ran her hands up the back of her legs, tenderly caressing her silky skin with the tips of her fingers. Once she reached her ass, the youngest gorgon groped it firmly, making her fingers sink into its springy flesh, before giving it a couple of loud slaps. As her audience hollered and cheered, she straightened up and walked around the pole, crouching behind it.

Sticking her chest forward, Medusa grabbed the metal length and rubbed her breasts against it, arching her back to rub her taut stomach then her crotch along it. Grinding the front of her body against it a couple more times, she leaned back and stuck her hip out, pressing the shaft between her legs and thrusting against it. Holding onto it with one hand to aid her motions, she moved the other up her body towards her breasts, her bra barely able to hold them as they bounced from her rough jerking movements. Unclasping it from the front, she held it against her chest with her arm as she shook her head, making her long purple locks sway around like dancing snakes, a couple of them coming to land on top of her breasts.

Letting her top fall, her breasts were now only prevented from being completely bare by her hair, seemingly staying in place of its own will despite her increasingly forceful humping of the pole. Gripping it with both hands once more, she threw her lower body against it with wild abandon, her motions quicker and more erratic, her beautiful face affecting an aroused expression until finally, she thrust forward one last time, her entire body tensing up and her mouth gasping silently. Letting her audience's praise wash over her, more out of being taught to do so than any care for it, Medusa stood back up and turned to leave, her hair slithering behind her like a serpent as she strutted away.

'I suppose I shouldn't have worried. Immanity are so lowly they'd be content even with an unseemly defective priestess like me. If nothing else, they at least make for decent toys.'

Not bothering to waste any further thought on the performance she'd just finished, the tall sinister beauty made her way to her lair, wondering what sort of prey would willingly come to it tonight.

Room 03; Clone Model 018; Code name: Nero

For the histrionic, self-centered, debaucherous Queen, this mission was everything she could ask for. To demonstrate her beauty matched only by Venus before her adoring citizens, earn their much-deserved praise, and grace the most zealous ones with a night in her company; it reminded Nero of the golden days of her reign.

'Hm, such a shame that I cannot regale them with my peerless singing as well.' The stage, she'd been told, wasn't designed for singing, the acoustic of it would not permit her lovely voice to reach every corner of the room, so the patrons on the far back would be unjustly denied her dulcet tones. The stage could, of course, be altered to the performing Servant's specifications, but everybody agreed it'd be better that she didn't know that.

Rationalizing that seeing her risqué dance was already more than enough of a blessing upon her audience, and that hearing her divine voice as well would be too much for them, Nero strutted out onto the stage. Despite what she'd been told, she certainly had no problem hearing their cheers and whooping upon seeing her outfit, much to her delight.

Although her face was the only part of her that was showing, it still left little to the imagination: it consisted of a bodysuit that adjusted flatteringly to all of her generous curves, a zipper going from her neck all the way down to her crotch, another pair of zippers going down the front and back of each leg. Chains, manacles and straps took the place of more traditional adornments: her wrists and ankles were wrapped by wide cuffs, held in place by chains and locks. Leather straps framed her knees, a large belt just barely hung from her wide hips, holding a frayed looking half-skirt in place, and a set of chains with a large padlock wrapped around her neck like a necklace. Her entire ensemble was white and gold, and with the addition of a large veil with a wreath of flowers, it looked like an odd cross between a wedding dress and a bondage suit.

Smiling with smug self-satisfaction, the Queen stepped one foot in front of the other, the bounce in her step making her considerable chest jiggle. As she kept walking forward, she started running her hands over the curves of her breasts, down her sides over her narrow waist and wide hips as she reached the end of the stage, bending forward slightly to caress her thighs as she winked at her citizens before turning around. A small cut-out on the small of her back showed them the top of Nero's ass as she strutted back to the pole, swaying her hips side-to-side.

Crouching with her legs spread in front of the metal length, she unbuckled her belt and allowed it and the half-skirt it held to slide off her body, showing the entirety of her round pert rear, a pair of straps wrapping around her pelvis and dipping between her cheeks like a thong. Caressing the back of her legs, she took the slider of the zippers between her fingers and slowly pulled them down, stopping at the strap over her knees and revealing a good deal of her alabaster skin.

Running her hands up once more, Nero pressed the tips of her fingers into her thighs, the way they sunk into their flesh showing off their plushness, making her audience cheer raucously.

'Hm, that's right, your Queen's beauty is deserving of all your adulation and applause. From the sole of my feet to the top of my head, mine is the most glorious form in all of heaven and earth; it is only right that you'd cheer as I generously display it to you!'

Giving her rump a firm gripping as her hands reached it, she flipped around while still crouching, resting her back against the pole for balance.

Reaching under the chains around her neck, the smugly-smiling bride unzipped the front of her bodysuit, baring her ample cleavage, her breasts pressed together by the straps wrapping around their sides and back. Her taut stomach came into view as she continued lowering her zipper, opening it all the way down to her crotch, her womanhood barely covered by the straps around her hips. Rubbing her hands up her belly, she cupped her firm tits and lifted them before letting them drop down, making them bounce tantalizingly.

Basking in the hollers and whooping of her citizens, Nero stood up and twirled around the pole, then stood behind it and wrapped a leg around the length. Slowly sliding its zipper down with one hand, she unbuckled the straps over and under her knee with the other, as well as the shackle around her ankle, kicking her heel off and letting her unzip her leg all the way. Unzipping its back as well, the leg of her bodysuit came completely open, fully baring her long limb.

Sitting down on the floor, the Queen stuck her other leg straight up and repeated the process, undoing its restraints as she pushed the zippers on either side up. Raising both legs, she stretched them out, running her feet over her lower legs, rubbing them together and spreading them in a V shape, the shaft between them obstructing the view of her crotch. As her citizens begged for more, the bride stood back up and gripped the metal length, pulling herself up and clutching it between her thick thighs.

As she climbed up the pole, it became lodged between Nero's large breasts, rubbing between them as she dragged herself up. Once her small frame was suspended high enough in the air, she skillfully turned around to turn her back to the audience. Her perky ass clenched as she firmly gripped it with her legs, letting go with her hands so she could remove the cuffs around her wrists. It took her a while to open the padlocks, unbuckle the straps and unwrap the chains, but finally she let them both drop to the floor with a clangorous metallic sound.

Dropping herself back, the Queen's upper body hung upside down, her bridal veil hanging below her, her breasts prevented from bouncing down by the straps on their sides. Reaching down to her neck, she removed the lock and let the chains slide off her neck, then held her breasts in place with one forearm as she undid the straps that pressed them together. Letting them fall as well, she now wore only the ones around her hips, her bodysuit and her headgear.

'Hm, some would say it'd be uncouth and vulgar to go any further, but such concepts do not apply to an Queen. There is absolutely nothing shameful about my body, quite the opposite, and if my beloved subjects wish to see it, then I shall magnanimously comply!'

Arrogantly justifying her lewd act, she lifted her upper body back, then pulled the front of her bodysuit to the sides, moving it off her shoulders and sliding her arms out of its sleeves. Left topless, Nero smiled back expectantly at her audience, awaiting their praise and longing cheers, beaming widely as she received them and dropping herself down once more. Her chest now bounced down unrestricted, the tips of her breasts covered by a pair of silver rose-shaped adornments. Lifting herself back up, she dropped her upper body again, then again, her supple bosom jumping around wildly and jiggling erotically every time it dropped down.

Lifting herself back up one more time, the Queen eased her leg's hold on the pole and slowly slid back to the floor. Laying on her back, she smiled upside down at her citizens as she unclasped the remaining straps around her hips. Draping one arm around her pelvis to obstruct their view, she undid one side then the other, then planted her feet to lift her lower body off the ground and pushed down her bodysuit, the room being filled with whistling and demands for more as her last piece of clothing came off.

Sliding her leg out of it, Nero kicked it aside then lowered herself back down, her arms still obscuring her lower body as she wrapped the straps back into place. Firmly buckling them on either side of her hips, she straightened up and stood back on her feet, lodging the white gold-studded length of leader between her large buttocks as she adjusted it into place, effectively using it as underwear. Turning around, she stood in only a veil, small silver roses that barely covered her breasts and a makeshift thong that dipped low enough to barely cover her womanhood, virtually every bit of her short yet incredibly curvaceous body in full display, her audience going wild and filling the room with their loud cheering and hollering.

'Behold! Your Queen's most exquisite and perfect form! Count yourselves as blessed, that I would love you enough to allow you to bask in its full splendor!'

Leaning back against the pole and holding it above her with one hand, the practically naked bride ran her other hand down her buxom shape. Cupping one breast, she kneaded and groped it, her dainty white fingers sinking into its abundant flesh, her index teasingly tapping the silver rose on its tip. Continuing down her flat firm belly, she tucked her thumb into the side of her makeshift underwear, stretching it out and making the other side dig into her hips, the leather strap making a resounding noise as it slapped against her skin when she let it go.

Turning around, she caressed the back of her thighs, sticking her hips back and pushing her buttocks up with her hand and bouncing them hypnotically. Fondling her ass, Nero played with its doughy flesh, pressing it, massaging it and smacking it gently, the way it rippled and jiggled driving her citizens crazy, their praise filling Nero with joy. She would never acknowledge it, but she'd received far more love and adulation from her strip shows than she'd ever had during her concerts, and it encouraged her all the more to perform to her utmost.

Giving each cheek a hearty slap, she let go of the pole and stood straight with her back still turned. Taking off her veil, she smoldered at her audience over her shoulder as she reached to unbuckle the straps around her hips once more. Undoing one side, she let it fall down, leaving one side of her body completely bare. With agonizing slowness, she adjusted her thong out of her ass and unbuckled its other side, letting it drop to the ground. Lifting her hands to her breasts, she took off the silver adornments, holding her hands to the sides to show them to the public before dropping them, the tiny roses making a tingling sound as they hit the ground.

Covering her chest with one arm and her crotch with her other hand, Nero turned around to face her citizens. As they praised her beauty and clamored to see more, her smile grew wider and wider, until finally she couldn't bear to tease them any longer and threw her arms to her sides, as if waiting for them to embrace her with their love. They did as much, or something similar enough, as they were driven up the walls with lust at the sight of the Queen's completely naked body. Letting their affection wash over her for a while, she finally gave them a bow as if finishing a less lewd performance, and turned to leave.

Applause and acclaim following her as she disappeared behind the curtain, Nero puffed her chest out with pride. "Hm, more of my dear Roma citizens come to see their Queen every time. If my audience keeps growing, the stage will have to be remodeled to accommodate them all. Maybe then it could be modified to allow for my concerts; I could perform before the dance so that my melodious words can play in their minds as they witness my sensuous disrobing." Making plans that would have set alarms in all of her acquaintance's minds, the histrionic Queen made for the back rooms, excitedly looking forward to what came next.

Room 04; Clone Model 019; Code name: Irisviel von Einzbern

Unlike the other clones, Irisviel has no original but was completely artificial, so naturally, her appearance had been carefully manufactured to be perfect. From her silky silver hair, to her delicate doll-like features and soft skin, to her full curvaceous body, she was downright inhumanly gorgeous. And she had been literally made to grant people's desires. After having the purpose of a strip club explained to her, she found no reason to complain about working in one.

'If it's my body those people wish for, then I don't see why I should deny it to them.'

The innocent way she accepted the lewd mission so readily was charming in its own right. People who came to see her perform would go wild as she stripped and danced sensuously with such a clear, child-like joy in her eyes. Playing to that image, Iri didn't wear any particular costume, just her casual clothes. A burgundy blouse, a short white skirt, black tights and knee height white boots. The only addition was a white apron, which seemed to clash a little with the rest of her expensive clothes, but that only enhanced her clueless image.

Soon as she walked onto the stage, the audience started cheering and whooping at the white-haired beauty, who answered their enthusiasm with a beaming smile.

'They are so excited just from seeing me. What an adorable bunch.'

Curtsying at them, she kept pulling her skirt higher and higher until it'd hiked high enough to expose everything, if not for her apron. Letting it drop back down, she grabbed the pole and gave a couple of quick twirls, gaining momentum to lift her feet off the ground and spin around it as she lowered to the floor.

Reaching the ground, Iri got on all fours and crawled in front of the pole. Swaying her body back and forth, she threw herself back onto the length behind her, her pillowy rear slamming into it, all the while keeping her big innocent red eyes on her audience. Lifting herself up to her knees, she ran her hands down her body, over her large breasts, curvaceous waist and onto her wide hips, then took a hold of her skirt once more, except that rather than pull it up as she'd done before, she pushed it down off her hips.

Standing back up, she allowed it to slide off her luscious legs, leaving her tights in full display. Turning around, the lovely clone took a hold of the pole for support as she pushed her pelvis out behind her and separated her legs, her upper body bending over forward. Her audience cheered as she shook her hips, throwing compliments of varying respectfulness at the way the sheer black fabric wrapped around her large shapely ass.

'They get so raucous when I move my body suggestively. I wouldn't have imagined they'd want me that badly.'

Shaking faster and faster, Irisviel bent forward, rubbing her hands down the metal length as she folded her upper body against her legs, making her buttocks strain against her tights. Taking advantage of her current position, she unzipped her boots and kicked them off as she straightened up. Turning to face her audience, she leaned against the pole and stretched out her legs, sweeping them side to side over the floor to draw attention to them. Sliding around it, she put the pole between herself and the audience with her back turned to them. Reaching into her apron, she slowly undid her blouse, her public whooping and calling for more with every button opened.

'They enjoy being teased as much as they do actually seeing my body. Stripteases are like a fun little game of how much you can show without showing everything.'

She innocently contemplated her lewd routine as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, then took the garment off and turned around. She wore no bra, her large creamy tits spilling out the sides of her apron, hanging freely.

Grabbing them underneath it, Iri pressed her chest against the pole, shoving it along with the white piece of cloth into the valley of her cleavage. Smiling carefreely, she rubbed her heaving breasts up and down against the length between them, her hands the only thing covering them, sending her audience hollering. Crouching down with her legs spread, she pressed her body flush against the pole and swayed it back and forth, thrusting her hips against it and continuing to service it with her tits. After a while, she stopped her motions and sat down on the floor, shuffling around to sit in profile to the audience.

The white-haired beauty adjusted her apron back into place, slowly and carefully to avoid showing her nipples, then grabbed the waist of her tights. Laying her back against the ground, she lifted her hips to pull them down, then lowered back to the floor and kicked her legs straight up to take it off them. Now dressed in only a white thong and an apron, Irisviel flipped around onto her hands and knees and crawled towards her audience. Her breasts swayed down below her; her apron cut low enough for them to get a full view of her cleavage. Seemingly slipping, her upper body fell onto the ground, pressing her supple tits down against it.

Sticking her hips up, Iri's heart shaped ass peaked over the rest of her body, her shapely buttocks shaking and jiggling as she continued forward, dragging herself across the ground. Once she reached the edge of the stage, she flipped herself onto her back and wrapped her arms around her breasts, pressing them and rubbing them together while she smiled upside down at the audience, her head hanging off the edge. Letting them go, she reached down and tucked her thumbs into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling it down, careful to leave her apron covering her crotch as her audience screamed and cried to see everything.

Once she managed to pull them off her legs, Irisviel threw her thong aside and leaned forward to sit up. Now completely naked except for her apron, she had to make sure to sit in such a way that her audience could only see her ass and not her nethers.

'Even if they wish to see my body, if they see everything then all mystery will be gone.'

Shuffling her hips against the ground, she looked back over her shoulder and beamed cheerfully as she reached back to knead her bare cheeks, groping and massaging them, then giving them a firm slap, leaving red handprints on her porcelain skin.

Getting up, Iri walked to the pole and grabbed it with one hand, using the other to bunch up her apron over her crotch, holding it in place to keep her privates hidden. She wildly swayed her pelvis side to side, her naked buttocks jiggling nonstop, the handprints on them starting to fade to pink. After taking her audience's compliments and catcalls for a while, she turned around, grabbed the pole behind her with both hands, and crouched down. Thrusting her hips, her tits bounced around from the force, and the edge of her apron would jump up, always just barely keeping her crotch out of sight. Continuing for a while, she eventually stopped and stood back up, giving her audience one final curtsy, lifting her apron until she was but a centimeter away from baring herself, then turned to leave as her audience hollered and whistled at her.

'Time to go see who's wish I'll truly be granting tonight.'

Room 05; Clone Model 029; Code name: Shiki Ryougi

A feeling of haziness pervaded the strip club. Even though the bright lights flashed as intense as ever and the music blared as loud as always, the patrons couldn't help but feel disoriented, like they were experiencing a distant, unreal situation. All they could do was observe the woman standing calmly in the middle of the stage. Though more handsome than pretty, her faint smile, combined with her blue, almost glowing eyes, gave her an ethereal feeling that made her seem like a beautiful dream.

She wore a light blue, flower patterned kimono, though not one any proper, traditional person would approve of. It wrapped too tightly around her body, the skirt was far too short, not even reaching her knees, it hung off her shoulder, generously displaying quite a bit of cleavage, and the sash holding it around her waist was tied on the front, showing it was meant to be easily taken off. Unbothered by the skimpy clothes she wore, Shiki bowed to her audience, her smile never leaving her face, and turned to the pole on her side to begin her show.

Grabbing it with both hands, she lifted one bare, shapely leg, and stretched it straight up, resting it against the pole next to her. Leaning closer to it, she slid her leg up the length, doing a wider and wider split until her legs formed an almost 180-degree angle, the skirt of her kimono hiking up until it just barely covered her hips. Her hands holding the pole between her legs, she pushed her hips closer to it then drew them back, the audience that would normally raucously express their approval merely watching in silence, pleased but serene.

With a little skip of the leg on the ground, Shiki switched their positions, firmly holding the pole as she kicked her legs around the sides to drop down the one leaning against it as the one on the ground took its place. Pushing her hips back and forth against the length once more, she concluded her demonstration of her body's flexibility and agility, lowering the stretched-up leg to wrap it around the pole. With another small skip, she wrapped her other leg and started climbing up.

Once she was high enough, the woman separated her arms as much as she could while still gripping the pole, and slowly drew her hips back, her legs letting go of their hold. Twisting her body sideways, Shiki's legs let go and straightened out to the side, her entire body stretching out from the pole like a flag, tied to the pole by the strength of her arms and swaying by her core strength. Lowering her body a little to take momentum, she threw her entire body upside down and wrapped herself around the pole again, too fast for her skirt to flip.

Her well-toned legs strained to hold on, showcasing their lovely muscles, and her breasts seemed like they should have slipped out of the top of her kimono by the way they hanged down. Shiki still smiled impassively as she swayed her body up and down, her current position seemingly causing her no effort or disorientation. Once she was content with her display, she pushed herself up with all her strength and let go of the pole. Flipping around in the air too quickly for anyone in the audience to follow, she somehow managed to land on her feet with her back turned towards the audience.

Looking over her shoulder, the unnaturally intense blue of Shiki's eyes frightened and entranced the audience, barely noticing that she was slipping off the top of her Kimono and removing her arms from its sleeves, letting it bunch up around her waist. A strip of white fabric wrapped around her chest a couple of times, and when she turned around, it became apparent to everyone that they barely covered her breasts, fully displaying their top and bottom and just barely hiding her nipples. She gently cupped them and caressed them with both hands, yet the audience remained quiet, calmly enjoying the dreamy feeling that invaded them.

Letting go of her tits, Shiki sat down and stretched her shapely legs in front of her. She rubbed them together while caressing her slender but toned thighs, then dropped herself onto her back and lifted them straight up, holding her skirt up with her hands. Never dropping her pleasant smile, she spread her legs as wide as she could, crossed them, bent them at the knees and swung them all around. After making a show of them, she dropped her legs back down onto the floor and knelt up. Reaching for the sash holding her Kimono, it seemed like she would untie it, only to instead slowly and gently run her finger over it. The cloth was split cleanly where her finger had passed, as if it had an impossible sharpness. With nothing to keep it up anymore, the skimpy clothing fell off her body.

In keeping with the rest of her abridged traditional clothing, Shiki wore a fundoshi, albeit one cut far too low, seemingly barely clinging onto her hips, and far too thin, just wide enough to cover her private parts and nothing more. Adjusting her underwear, which even then seemed at risk of falling off, she stood up and turned around to walk towards the pole, while removing the thin strip of fabric from between her cheeks where it had become stuck.

Bending over, she took a hold of the metal length for support, and started slowly shuffling her legs up and down while swaying her hips, drawing attention to her decently wide hips and tight rear. Shaking faster and harder, her firm buttocks rippled almost imperceptibly, until she tilted her body sideways and kicked one of her legs up, giving the audience a full view of her ass and crotch at the same time for an instant. Dropping her leg on the opposite side as far as she could, she twisted her upper body around, such that she was now bent over backwards with her crotch sticking out.

Thrusting her hips, Shiki leaned back against the pole and let go of her grip on it, running her now free hands over her modest, perky breasts, her taut well-defined stomach, then caressed them over her legs, framing her crotch. Even with her lewd display, even as her scant underwear seemed like it would ride up her nethers, the audience still merely looked with faint, pleased smiles matching hers, seemingly unable to feel the passion they should have from the erotic show, experiencing it all like a meeting in a distant, enjoyable dream.

After thrusting her hips for a while, the woman straightened up and turned her back once more. Reaching back with one hand, she placed a finger against the bindings tied around her chest, and, as she'd done before, gently ran a finger over them, cutting them cleanly. As the barely sufficient coverings fell from her breasts, she reached around with both hands and moved her fingers over the sides of her underwear, cutting them and letting it fall off as well.

Looking back at the audience, she gave them one final gentle smile and wordlessly mouthed a parting. The lights flashed intensely over the empty stage as the music blasted from the speakers, and the audience raucously called for the stripper that would perform next. All felt a faint sense of longing and arousal, as if they were feelings from a distant dream, but they forgot about them as soon as the next show started.

Room 06; Clone Model 023; Code name: Scathach

Dancing was simply another discipline. Like so many others, it was one that Scathach had, through countless years of practice, learned to the point of mastery, and while many would consider using such carefully cultivated skills for something as base as strip dancing to be beneath them, the Queen of the land of shadows saw no problem with it. Providing an audience with some lewd entertainment was hardly anything to be embarrassed about, and there was no good or bad way to apply one's knowledge.

Admittedly, she wouldn't go so far as to give it her best at it either. She wasn't some brute that would go all out needlessly. If all she had to do was show some skin, strike some suggestive poses and do some racy moves, then there was no need to do more than that. She'd also deemed there was no need to dress up and produce herself: her usual skin tight bodysuit was more than enough. Covering every inch of skin save for her face, yet fitting her perfect figure so snuggly it left just enough to the imagination, it was perfect for her current purpose.

Struttin out into the stage, she was immediately showered with comments about her body and demands to show it off completely. Brushing her locks to the side, she regarded her raucous audience with a cool, unimpressed gaze.

'So easily pleased, maybe I've been putting in more effort than they are worth. Perhaps simply showing up in the nude would be enough.'

Regardless of whether or not there was any point to it, she'd still perform her dance for them as was demanded of her.

Walking up to the pole, Scathach gave a quick twirl around it before standing in front of it. Reaching up to grab it over her head, she leaned forward sticking her bountiful chest out, placing her other hand on her knee and slowly caressing it up her shapely thigh. Hooking a finger into the sheer fabric of her suit, she tore a small hole into it on the way up, the patch of pale skin it revealed contrasting with the dark maroon fabric. Naturally, whistling and whopping followed, the teacher of heroes' expression remaining hard and dismissive at how easy her audience was.

Continuing her hand's path, she ran it over her flat stomach and once more tore a small hole into her bodysuit, right over the dip of her belly button, giving a small peek of her toned abs. Reaching her chest, she cupped one of her large breasts and gave it a firm squeeze, her harsh expression softening slightly and an imperceptivity low moan resounding in her throat at the pleasant feeling. Fondling it for a moment, she let go of her bosom and reached up to firmly grasp the shaft above her head with both hands.

Taking a couple fast steps forwards, the warrior Queen skipped off the ground and flipped herself upside down, her body clinging to the pole with her hands and feet. Twisting around it, she put it between herself and her audience, who excitedly hollered at her show off athleticism.

'This isn't worthy of praise, even an amateur could do this much. If I actually put in any effort, I'd leave you gutless lot speechless.' Her intense red eyes trained on the cheering crowd, Scathach pressed herself close to the pole and let go of her feet's hold on it, spreading her legs in an upside-down split.

Holding her pose for a bit, she flipped her body once more, placing her feet back on the ground and crouching down with her legs still spread. Slowly swaying her hips side to side, she ran her hands up the sides of her thighs while smoldering at the audience over her shoulder. Tearing more holes in the fabric along the way, she lifted the back of the coat covering her shapely rear, her bodysuit tantalizingly dipping between her buttocks. Ripping more and more whole on the fabric, the teacher revealed more and more of her skin, until her lower body was left in what amounted to high heeled shoes and a thong.

As the audience cheered, Scathach kneaded her practically bare ass, one cheek then the other, before giving each a couple of firm slaps. Dropping to all fours, she shifted around to crawl towards the crowd, her heaving breasts hanging down and swinging hypnotically. Stopping for a moment, she ran a finger over her collarbone down to the valley of her cleavage, hooking it to tear a hole. After advancing a little more, she straightened up and dug her fingers into the hole she'd torn over her stomach, ripping it further until her abs were in full display.

Dropping back down onto her hands, the Queen moved one forward before ripping the fabric around her upper arm in a circle, peeling it down and taking the sleeve off. Repeating the process with her other sleeve, she then continued crawling forward until she reached the edge of the stage. Tearing off the rest of the fabric over her neck and chest, she shifted around to sit back with her legs spread to allow her audience to see her current state, dressed in what amounted to a babydoll and panties with jagged patches of torn off cloth hanging off them.

Despite her ragged, vulgar look, Scathach still kept a dismissive look as they threw catcalls and lewd comments her way.

'Such a pathetic lot. Not one of them would be worth taking as a student, no, they wouldn't even be worth my attention under normal circumstances. Let's hope they can actually endure until the end of the show, with how easily aroused they are.'

Planting her arms behind her for support, she raised her pelvis off the floor and started slowly shaking, gyrating and thrusting them.

With everyone's attention drawn to her crotch by her sensuous movements, she lowered her back to the ground, freeing her hands to tuck her thumbs on the sides of her thong. With agonizing sluggishness, she pulled her bottom halfway down, leaving it hanging in such a way that it barely covered her nethers. Dropping her hips back to the ground, she turned to briefly rest on her stomach before lifting her pert rear into the air, half of her firm buttocks spilling out over her panties.

Shaking her ass, the Queen reached back to grope it, her fingers sinking into the springy flesh while she stared at the crowd upside down between her legs, sternly judging their lascivious expressions as they watched it jiggle invitingly. Giving her cheeks a forceful smack, she spread her legs to press her body flush against the floor, twisting and swaying it as she crawled back towards the pole. Once she reached it, she grabbed it to prop herself back to her feet and, with her back still turned to the audience, she ripped off her top, leaving herself dressed in only a half pulled off thong and high heeled shoes.

Covering her chest with her forearm, Scathach grabbed the shaft before her and twirled a couple of times around it before putting it between herself and her audience. Covering one supple breast with each hand, she leaned forward and shoved the pole between them, pressing them together and rubbing them up and down. The feeling of the cold metal against her sensitive tits made her nipples grow erect, and after polishing the length between them for a bit, she revealed as much to the crowd, cupping her hands under them and squeezing them harshly.

Lifting one breast up, she craned her neck down and flicked out her tongue, licking her own nipple and sending the audience into wild hollering. Wrapping her thighs around the pole, she pushed her crotch against it and slowly started thrusting her hips while she pinched and rubbed the dark pink tips of her tits. Humping the length with increasing force, her cheeks turned a flushed pink and her stern expression softened slightly with the pleasing feeling.

Letting go of one breast, Scathach reached down and snapped one of the straps of her thong. Already barely holding onto her body, her last piece of clothing fell off as she snapped the other side, leaving her completely nude as she grabbed the pole in between her legs and mounted it with renewed effort, the hand still holding her chest roughly sinking her fingers into it. Sticking out her tongue, she gave the shaft she was humping a lewd lick that made her audience go crazy with cheering and screams.

With a few more forceful trusts of her pelvis, the teacher of heroes tensed up her entire body as if in the throes of pleasure, before relaxing and leaning against the pole as if exhausted. Pulling herself back up, she quickly turned around, giving the crowd only the briefest glance of her privates, then made to leave, sashaying her hips and making her ass shake and jiggled as she left the ruckus of the stage behind. Once behind the curtain, Scathach sighed in disappointment.

"Barely even tried and they got that riled up. I suppose I couldn't expect much more from this sort of place. Let's hope the least disappointing of the lot pays for the private show." Walking back to the dressing room to prepare for the next part of her job, she wondered when she'd get an audience worthy of truly going all out.

Room 07; Clone Model 026; Code name: Zenobia

The figure upon the stage seemed almost antithetical to the place she was in. While her face was certainly lovely, a woman clad in heavy, ornate white armor was not what one would expect to find in a strip club, all the more so given how scant her usual clothing already was. And yet, Zenobia had insisted on beginning her show in her majestic armor.

"It is already enough that I must make an even more vulgar display of myself than usual. At the very least, I wish to give a dignified image, if only for a moment."

It seemed her wish had been granted, at least for the time being, as her audience observed her with awed expressions, the usually noisy room silent save for some curious whispers about the presumed stripper's imposing image. The Palmyrene Queen wished she could remain like this, being admired and respected, but alas, she was meant to provide them a risqué show, and she was determined to prove such a thing would not diminish her dignity and pride.

Thus, she began divesting herself of her splendid shell. Grabbing it by its wrist, she took off one gauntlet then the other, followed by the vambraces in her forearms, the pieces of metal dispersing into golden sparkles after loudly hitting the ground. Her audience could now see the just as resplendent but far less dignified golden chains that wrapped over the opera gloves covering Zenobia's arms, connecting to a pair of bejeweled manacles on her wrists. Continuing onto the armor covering her upper arm, she completely exposed chains that wrapped around her arms.

Gathering up her courage, she prepared to begin her performance in earnest. The metallic clanging of her cuirass hitting the ground was immediately followed by uproarious cheering at the sight of the noble Queen's nearly nude upper body. The golden chains wrapped around her well-toned stomach and connected from her arms to a heavy-looking collar, their dazzling luster contrasting with her dusky and framing her impressive chest, nearly bared by a tiny black bikini top that did nothing to cover the sides or bottom of her breasts.

Running her gloved hands over her stomach, Zenobia wrapped her arms under her chest, drawing hollers and hooting from her audience as she bounced her firm bosom, her expression remaining calm and impassible.

'This means…nothing. It's just a small lewd display I was requested to do as part of my duty. It won't put even a dent on my pride.' Reassuring herself of the innocuousness of what she was doing, she lifted her breasts with her forearms and let them drop down, bouncing and jiggling heavily.

Stepping in front of the pole, she turned her back to the public and grabbed the metal length for support. Leaning back further and further, she craned her neck back to look at them upside down as she lowered her back until it was parallel to the ground. Peeking out over her body, the sheer size, roundness and perkiness of her tits was in full display, all the more as one of her hands let go of its grip to grope one of them, her fingers sinking into the springy flesh.

Taking a few moments to knead one breast then the other, Zenobia straightened back up and knelt down. She stepped out of one stilted metal boot then the other, then unclasped the wide half skirt wrapping around her, her lower body now covered only by a long white skirt connected to the faulds of her armor. Rather than simply taking off the last remnant of her impressive mail, she instead grabbed the edge of her skirt and started ripping it up its side. Sticking one long athletic leg out the side, the golden glimmer of the shackle and tightly wrapped chains shone against the backdrop of a black legging that reached all the way up to her thick thigh.

Turning around to face the audience once more, the Palmyrene Queen reached down to rip open the other side of her skirt, spreading her legs out the sides of it and leaving the white garment as little more than a curtain covering her hips. Unclasping the last remaining piece of her armor, she slowly pulled it down before quickly pulling it back up, causing her audience to loudly cheer her and demand she drop it. Teasingly repeating her actions a couple of times, she finally completely removed her majestic white armor.

Left in nothing but a very high cut black thong, a matching bikini top, gloves, leggings and the resplendent gold chains that were the mark of her shame in life, Zenobia still regarded the club's patrons with a regal expression as they raucously declared their appreciation for her gorgeous, vulgarly adorned body.

'To think even now I must bear such indignities. Still, I have been through far worse; having to provide some indecent entertainment…isn't so terrible. At least they are praising me instead of mocking me…'

Giving one of her shapely thighs a slow caress, the proud Queen used her grip on the pole to prop herself back up and turn around it, putting it between herself and her audience as she turned her back to them. Crouching slightly, she pushed her hips back, the metal shaft behind her becoming easily lodged between her big round buttocks. With tantalizing sluggishness, she moved her ass up and down, slowly rubbing the pole in between her cheeks. Moving quicker and quicker, she started shaking and gyrating her hips as well, sending ripples through her firm rear that became more and more evident as she sped up.

Continuing for a while, Zenobia smoldered at her hollering audience over her shoulder as her ass jiggled hypnotically, the chains wrapping around her body tingling ceaselessly with her motions. Pulling her hips away from the pole, she turned around and leaned forward, the thin string on the front of her top pulled by it as she pushed it between her breasts. Before it could drag the small triangles covering her chest with it however, she grabbed it between her indexes and thumbs and snapped it, holding the fabric in place.

Thrusting her chest back and forth, she made her hefty tits bounce around the stiff length between them, her own constant efforts the only thing keeping them from jumping out of her top. Pressing it against her chest with one hand, the Queen snapped the rest of its straps, effectively leaving just a pair of triangles which proceeded to fall as she eased her arm's hold on them. Dropping it to her side, she showed her audience the small golden disks that covered the tips of her breasts, shining against her silky brown skin along with the rest of her garish jewelry.

Pushing her bosom together, Zenobia lazily rubbed it up and down the pole, pressing her cheek against it as she gazed at her public with half lidded eyes. Servicing the length for a bit, she stepped back and grabbed one of the gloves covering her arms by its middle finger. With more than a little difficulty, given the chains wrapped around it, she managed to remove it, then the other, before crouching down to sit on the floor. Ripping one stocking around her ankle, she took her time pulling it off over and under the shackle and chains on her leg, repeating the process with the other one.

Now effectively naked except for her scant thong, Zenobia propped herself onto all fours and started crawling towards the audience. Her perky tits hung and swayed freely under her, the movements and tingling of her chains drawing attention to the rest of her buxom yet firm body as she seductively prowled towards them. Once she reached the edge of the stage, she lowered her upper body, squeezing her chest against the floor as she lifted her hips into the air, giving them a good view of her heart shaped rear.

Shaking her ass and sending ripples up its supple flesh, the Palmyrene Queen reached back and tucked her fingers into the straps of her thong. The skimpy bottom, already firmly lodged between her cheeks, seemed to strain just from having her thumbs stuck into its sides, so it took very little effort to snap them off. Firmly clenching her buttocks, she held her sole remaining clothing in place as she forcefully shook her hips, its strings swinging around in tune with the music produced by her tingling chains.

Stopping her sensuous swaying, Zenobia finally took off her thong, her ass now completely bared for all to see, if only for a moment, before she flipped herself onto her back. Spreading her legs, she firmly planted her feet on the ground to lift her hips into the air, showing the audience the golden c-string wrapping over her crotch, just keeping her womanhood from view. Now wearing only gold and jewels, she slowly gyrated and thrust her hips, her breasts hanging down against her chin and bouncing in tune.

Placing her hands on the inside of her legs, she caressed them up her muscular thighs as she increased her speed. Meeting over her crotch, she cupped them over the golden plate covering it, rubbing it lewdly as she continued moving nonstop. Running them up her well-toned stomach, they reached her jiggling tits and firmly grasped them, roughly groping and playing with them as she rubbed her fingers over the golden disks covering their tips.

Flipping herself back onto her stomach, the Queen maintained a proud expression even as she laid flat on the floor and lifted her hips to drop them back down. Her entire body rippled with her rough humping, the shaking and glimmering of her chains complementing it; her ass and thighs jiggled erotically, her breasts, pressed to the ground, shook from the force of her pelvis impacting against the ground. Grabbing the edge of the stage, she thrust more and more forcefully, until finally, clutching the edge, she tensed her entire body as she gave a few final thrusts against the ground.

Getting back on her feet, Zenobia gazed calmly at the audience that had effusively encouraged her throughout her lewd display. Giving them a bow that made her bosom sway below her one last time, she turned to leave, sashaying her hips to give them a tempting view of her rippling naked ass before disappearing behind the curtain. Sighing, she looked down at her vulgarly adorned body. She couldn't help but feel some shame, presenting herself like that.

"Still, this is nowhere near the depths of the humiliations I've suffered. If I am to rise above them, then this shouldn't even be a bump on the road…neither is what I'll do next…" Trying to convince herself of the unassailability of her strength and dignity, the Palmyrene Queen headed to fulfill the rest of her duties for the night.

Room 08; Clone Model 032; Code name: Wu Zetian

It had been a long time since Wu had had to entertain anyone. Ever since her ascension to the throne, it was her that people sought to please. And, of course, it had been the princes of Darwinian and their high-most dignitaries that she'd displayed her charm for, never common peasants. When she was told she'd have to do something as undignified as stripping for the amusement of her lesser, she threw a flustered tantrum and threatened to execute everyone for their insolence.

In the end, however, she was made to compromise. She was pampered and obeyed, within reason, before and after her performance, and was given the prerogative to remove any client that didn't show proper decorum during her performance.

'We should be allowed to expel them all and send them to be reeducated, thinking they have the right to demand a show from us.'

Walking out into the stage, her eyes were already narrowed into a contemptuous frown, her downturned mouth hidden behind a folding fan. The Queen' displeased gaze didn't seem to bother the club's patrons at all however, as they were too taken in with her dress. It would have been an elegant purple qipao, matching her long twin tails, if not for the fact that it was completely side-less, its front and back held against her svelte body by a bunch of strings.

Closing her fan, Wu gave a confident smirk as she stuck a thin lean leg out the side of her dress and wrapped it around the pole. Placing the end of her fan against her ankle, she slowly dragged it up over her soft skin, pressing it harder against her thigh to show its plushness. Reaching the side of her hips, she untied a couple of strings to allow her to continue her trail, slightly loosening her qipao and teasing at the skin that it covered.

Undoing a couple of strings on the opposite side, the youthful-looking Queen grasped the metal length with both hands and wrapped her other leg around it, clutching it between her legs and slowly climbing it. She had no trouble lifting her small frame up high, making her audience crane their necks up to keep their eyes on her. Reaching near the top, she stuck out one leg and threw her weight to one side then the other to gain momentum, letting herself corkscrew down the shaft onto the ground, her hair trailing behind her in a purple downward spiral.

Moving around the pole, she crouched in front of it with her legs spread, untying more strings to leave her dress fastened only around her very modest chest, hanging in front of her body like a curtain. An uncouth client demanded she take it off, causing Wu to calmly glare and point her fan at him, causing a couple of her ku li to appear out of nowhere and grab him by his shoulders, dragging him out of the premises, causing some murmurs amongst her audience.

'You have no right to ask anything of us, least of all to show you our peerlessly divine body. This is all simply a duty we are forced to bear, not a favor to you commoners.'

Treating the abrupt incident like it'd never happened, Wu swayed her hips side to side, her qipao swinging in hypnotic waves before her. Caressing her hands up her thighs, she stuck her fan under her dress and pushed it forward, lifting her clothes and giving a brief glimpse of the long purple loincloth she wore underneath. Once she reached the end and it fell back into place, she stood up and unfurled the fan, covering her chest with it as she undid the last few strings of her qipao, letting it fall to the floor.

Smiling teasingly as she fanned herself for a moment, she closed the accessory, revealing the thin ribbon that wrapped around her modest breasts, just barely preserving her dignity. Undoing her twin tails to let her long curtain of purple hair hang behind her, the proud Queen was left wearing only the strip of cloth and a loincloth. Confidently strutting forward, one leg in front of the other, she swayed her hips with a sensuousness that would have seemed impossible for someone with such a youthful appearance, yet she enthralled her audience all the same.

Reaching near the end of the stage, Wu knelt down and dropped herself onto her side, leaning on her forearm and stretching her legs out. Sticking up one leg in a perfect right angle, she pressed her fan against her thigh once more, caressing up her flawless skin while showing off her flexibility. Reaching her hips, she turned into her stomach, giving the public a profile view of her small tight rear, the thong beneath the curtain of her loincloth flauntingly displaying her perky buttocks. Digging the tip of her fan into one of her cheeks to show their suppleness, she smacked it lightly a couple of times, making it jiggle ever so slightly.

Flipping around onto her back, the Queen caressed one hand up her taut stomach. Reaching her chest, she circled one finger around a tiny breast, pulling her ribbon along in such a way that it seemed like a wardrobe malfunction was all but imminent, making the room abuzz with her audience's excited whispers, quiet and subdued so as to not invite her anger.

'You aren't worthy of a display like this from us, but since you are receiving it anyway, it's good that you know to appreciate it reverently.'

Before an accident could happen, however, she stood back up and turned away from the audience, walking back to the pole with the same provocative strut that made everyone focus on her swaying rump.

Grasping the shaft with both hands, Wu gave a quick twirl before standing behind it, pressing her body flush against it. Holding it between her legs and crotch, she grinded her entire body up and down the metal length, affecting a lustful expression as she suggestively mounted it. Increasing the speed and forcefulness of her rubbing, she started gasping with her mouth open, only to let go of her thighs grip on the pole and turning around, sticking out her ass and pushing back against it, continuing to grind as she looked over her shoulder to ensure the club's patrons were attentively observing her show, a privilege they'd never receive again after the mission was over.

After humping back against the pole for a while, the Queen turned back around and unfurled her fan in front of her chest. Reaching her other hand under it, she slowly untied the ribbon covering her bosom, smiling teasingly as her audience held its breath in expectation. Taking it off, she held the thin strip of cloth to her side, letting it flutter down to the floor, now standing completely topless. Pressing one end of the fan to her breasts, she folded it, leaving the accessory as effectively the only thing covering her top.

Dropping to all threes, Wu started crawling forward with one hand, careful to keep her nigh-flat tits covered at all times. Approaching the end of the stage, she lowered her upper body, moving her fan aside as she pressed her chest to the ground, lifting her hips to allow her rear to peek over the rest of her body. Despite her petite appearance, her ass was still perfectly heart shaped, each buttock round, lean and firm, the way the Queen shook them in the air filling the audience with thoughts she would punish them severely for if they uttered them out loud.

Basking in their base attention, she swung and gyrated her lower body for a while before lowering it and slowly lifting her upper body off the ground. Her long locks fell forward as she straightened herself up, hiding the tips of her breasts from view as she stood up. Turning around, Wu pulled her long hair over her shoulder and traced one hand up the back of her leg until she reached her ass, gently palming, kneading and fondling its pillowy flesh, her eyes smoldering back at the audience as they stared enthralled.

Once more unfolding her fan, she covered her pert rear with it and slowly pulled down the side of her loincloth with her other hand. Smirking complicitly, she sluggishly lowered the other side, leaving her last piece of clothing barely hanging off her hips before quickly shaking them until it fell to the ground. For a couple of seconds that felt like an eternity to the public, the petite Queen remained completely nude upon the stage, her fan being the only thing preserving her modesty.

'Engrave this sight into the depths of your soul. To see our divine shape in all its splendor, even in this youthful state, is more than any of you would deserve no matter how many times you reincarnated.'

As her last covering was closed, audible gasps and restrained comments of admiration filled the room as Wu fully revealed her naked body. Giving her pert rear a couple spanks with her fan, she put her audience's restraint to the test as her buttocks rippled tantalizingly. Flipping her curtain of hair behind her, it kept her back from view, although glimpses of it could still be seen between her locks. Walking back to the pole, she opened her fan and turned around, hiding her nethers as her locks still covered her breasts

Leaning back against the metal length, the naked Queen slid down until she was sitting on the floor. Spreading her legs, she shot a warning glance at the entire room before closing her fan, planting it upright between her legs, just barely denying the sight of her crotch. Had she not made a demonstration of the consequences of disrespecting her, the audience would have already exploded into cheers and hollers; instead, low but excited murmurs washed over the stage as they clapped in praise of her performance.

Smiling approvingly of their restrained show of admiration, Wu closed her legs and slowly stood back up, careful not to have any accidents at the last second. Turning her back as her audience kept clapping, she left the stage and erased them completely from her thoughts, having already dispensed far more of her attention than they were worth. "What a lowly waste of our time. Let us hope