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They left the comfort and discretion of the booth and wandered over to the dance floor. The gyrations and heat from the couples on the floor soon engulfed them and Lyssette moved closer to Hobbie as she walked. Perhaps it was just so she wouldn't be separated from him in the crowd but Hobbie thought it was more so she could just be close to him. She'd run her arm around his waist and was leaning into him, which was not a bad thing. Her curves and warmth made him feel delightfully tingly and comfortable. She led him across the back corner of the floor to a stair way that led up, presumably to the upper dance floor. As she climbed the stairs he couldn't help but stare at the perfect curve of her ass peaking once again from the hem of her skirt. The firm muscles that moved before his eyes made things low in his body tense and tight. He was suddenly regretting wearing pants this tight. He carefully adjusted himself so as to be more comfortable and not on display through the huge holes in his pants.

When the reached the top of the stairs Lyssette suddenly stopped and Hobbie, not paying attention to anything other than her hemline ran full on into her. She gasped as he grabbed her to catch his balance and his hand slipped up under her shirt. He left his hand there for a bit longer than he intended and she moaned slightly as his thumb caressed the underside of her breast. She leaned her body back into his and melted into the strength of his body. He held her for a few moments and leaned down to kiss her neck.

"Let's get off the stairs, we're in the way," he breathed into her neck.

"Come with me, I want to show you something special," she said as she pulled away with regret. He was such a handsome man and she felt a burning deep in the pit of her stomach. She knew that she could please him and that he would please her in return if she could just get him past whatever hang up he had. She led him once again to the back of the dance floor and through a doorway that was watched by a pair of huge Gammorean guards. They nodded to her as she walked past.

The hallway beyond the guards was dark and it took a moment for Hobbie's eyes to adjust to the murk. When he could see again, he was stunned by the sight before him. Stands like a market place stretched along the wall, each with a different type of pleasure device or method on display. Patrons were bartering with the beings running the stalls for the use of them or for the services provided. The first stall held a strikingly tall Kuati woman who was gently whipping a man kneeling before her. He seemed to enjoy the lashings and he was crying in pain? Pleasure? Hobbie couldn't tell. The next stall held a woman with blue hair that had been bound by silken ropes in the most intricate pattern Hobbie had ever seen. She was blindfolded and another woman caressed her breasts with a leather strap and then proceeded to slap the strap across her ass with a sharp crack. The blindfolded woman gasped and threw her head back in ecstasy and begged for more.

"Wha… what is this place?" He stammered as the moved farther into the hallway.

"This is a market place where we demonstrate skills that patrons can purchase. These people provide a service for the patrons. We help you find the release you need in the way that will best suit you. Do you like it?" she purred, once again moving into the curve of his body.

The next booth they passed held hundreds of different things all shaped like various species phallic parts. All different sizes and colors and materials lined the booth. Several women of at least four different species were in front of the booth, some giggling, some staring in awe others looking wistfully at the phalluses dreaming of what they could do with them.

"Yes…" he breathed out, as his mind opened to the possibilities presented to him. Lyssette was giving him the opportunity he'd dreamed about for years. A chance to be himself and find the release that would make him complete. He could make the things he'd dreamed about for so long come true and no one would question his well being or his sanity. The ideas that ran through his mind brought a different tightness to his groin and he suddenly felt warm all over.

"Maybe we should go back to the booth now Lyssette, I'm feeling a little warm."

"Oh, Hobbie, relax. We've just started. I want you to feel comfortable here. I want you to be able to tell me what your wildest fantasy is and I'm going to make it come true. You just need to open up to me and I'll do whatever it takes to please you," the look of seduction in her eyes was almost too much for him. He fell into the jade pools of her eyes and almost drowned. Then a spark flashed through his mind and he bent towards her and began to whisper in her ear. She threw her head back and growled at his suggestion. With a lazy smile she looked into his eyes and he knew that he'd found the woman who could make his dreams come true. She said nothing but took his hand and led him to another stair case, this one leading down. At eye level on the wall at the head of the stairs was a plaque that read simply, 'Leave your inhibitions here'. Hobbie wondered if that implied that there were no inhibitions where they were going.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs they were in a simple hall way with doors on wither side of the hall. No rooms, just doorways, all closed. About halfway down the hallway, Lyssette stopped in front of a closed door. Hobbie had noticed that none of the doors were labeled. Lyssette looked up at Hobbie with half closed eyes. She tilted her head in question and asked, "If you want this, here is where we start. You'll find the proper clothing in here. I'm going to get the rest of it ready and I'll be back to help with the clothes in a minute."

"I want this. More than you can imagine I want this," he said through clenched teeth.

"Then go pick out the clothing you want. I'll be right back," she threw a wink at him and leaned up to kiss his lips like the touch of a feather.