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doorway with a naked cherub emblazed upon it, she heard the low thump of music and the hum of conversation.
    Now or never Reannah .
    She took a deep breath and pushed the doors open.
    And couldn’t believe her eyes at the scene in front of her.
    The sunken living room was easily the size of a grand ballroom. Low couches were scattered in shadowed nooks around the room while a full bar stood against wide French doors that led to a darkened patio. The lighting was dim and candles by the hundreds flickered throughout the room. The scent of vanilla mingled with perfumed bodies and the distinctive scent of sex.
    A waiter wearing leather pants with a matching leather mask—and nothing else—approached her with a tray of champagne glasses.
    “Refreshment?”
    “Thank you,” she took the delicate flute and downed it before the bubbles could finish tickling her nose.
    The waiter didn’t even blink, just took the empty class and handed her another before moving on. Reannah took a moment to appreciate his fine ass clad in tight leather before she moved off to the side.
    She needed a minute to take in her surroundings before she entered the room fully. There had to be a hundred people in various states of undress. Everyone wore a mask like hers but that’s where the similarities ended.
    Some men were dressed as pirates, with wide sleeved shirts and leather breeches. Other men had gladiator costumes on, their oiled chests glinting in the firelight. One man was dressed as an English lord complete with ruffles and a codpiece.
    Unless he had a pair of socks down there, the codpiece provided some serious advertising for him.
    The women were even more spectacularly dressed. She saw a can-can dancer kicking her leg up over the shoulder of the pirate. Her frilly skirt flipped back to reveal her shaven pussy framed by lacy garters.
    A statuesque woman wore a silken toga that left one large breast bare. A situation the gladiator was taking full advantage of as he swirled her nipple with the cherry from his drink.
    In the corner by the bar, a woman wore a leather outfit that looked like nothing more than a series of belts strapped from her hips to her breasts. She had boots like Reannah’s and carried a whip. Reannah watched in amazement as the belted woman used the whip to pull a woman in a peasant dress between her legs.
    Apparently the peasant didn’t mind because she unbelted one of the straps and began licking the whip wielder’s pussy.
    A rush of cream flooded Reannah as she watched the leather-clad woman writhe and moan as she sank to the floor. She had to take a drink of champagne to wet her suddenly dry mouth when the gladiator and toga-girl joined them on the floor.
    The woman in the toga knelt over the belted woman’s face with her silken sheet hiked up over her bare hips. While she played with the belts over the woman’s breasts, the gladiator pulled off his skirt, revealing an enormous erection.
    Several people cheered as he drove his cock into the woman in the toga while the belted woman alternately licked his balls and the woman’s clit. Another man dressed in leather flipped up the skirt of the peasant girl and flogged her naked ass.
    Reannah’s face flamed with heat but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the titillating scene. Her pussy lips swelled around the leather thong she wore as she watched the peasant girl drive her finger into the leather woman’s slit. The sounds of their moans mingled with the slapping of the gladiator’s balls as he drove into his partner. The slick slurping of fingers and tongues inside dripping channels added to the auditory foreplay.
    Her nipples pebbled up as she watched toga-girl suck on the leather woman’s swollen buds. What would it feel like to have that many people giving her pleasure? Or watching her receive that much pleasure? Reannah shivered at the thought.
    It might be exciting to watch but she didn’t think she could ever lay herself out like that, in public.