The winding street out of Vyrn led Jack, Evelyn, and Lila to a looming structure carved into a low hill, its entrance framed by twisting vines and flickering torches.
The sign above read Lilith's Secret in crimson letters, the words curling like a lover's whisper.
Evelyn's blonde hair shimmered under the torchlight, her voluptuous curves accentuated by the cling of her blouse, her emerald eyes sharp with determination.
Lila moved beside her, her lithe frame radiating restless energy, her denim shorts hugging her hips, her pert breasts rising with each quick breath.
Jack trailed them, his pulse quickening as the dungeon's aura pressed against him.
Two women stood guard at the entrance, their towering forms exuding raw power.
Their muscular arms gleamed with sweat, their leather vests straining against massive breasts that seemed to defy gravity.
Their thighs, thick and sculpted, flexed beneath tight trousers, and their eyes burned with a predatory intensity.
But it was the unmistakable bulge at their crotches that caught the family's attention—a pronounced swell that hinted at the futanari nature of this world.
Jack's gaze flicked to Evelyn, then Lila, their eyes meeting in a silent, fleeting acknowledgment.
No words were spoken; the strangeness was too raw, too intimate to voice.
"What do you want?" one guard growled, her voice a sultry rumble, her dark hair pulled into a tight braid that accentuated her chiseled jaw. Her bulge twitched slightly as she shifted her weight, her gaze raking over Evelyn's curves.
"We're here for work," Evelyn said, her voice steady but laced with a sultry edge, her lips parting slightly as she met the guard's stare.
The guard exchanged a glance with her partner, a blonde whose thighs were so thick they seemed to ripple with each step. With a grunt, they stepped aside, gesturing toward the heavy iron door.
Inside, the dungeon was a labyrinth of dim corridors, the air warm and heavy with the scent of leather and wax.
They were led to a reception area, where a young woman sat behind a polished desk.
She was a stark contrast to the guards—petite, with a heart-shaped face framed by a cascade of auburn hair.
Her glasses perched delicately on her nose, catching the flicker of candlelight, and her lips, painted a soft pink, curved into a welcoming smile.
Her outfit was a provocative blend of innocence and sin: a black leather corset hugged her slender waist, pushing up her modest but perky breasts, while a choker adorned with a silver rose encircled her throat.
A pair of fishnet stockings clung to her toned legs, and a small whip rested casually on the desk, its handle worn from use.
"Welcome to Lilith's Secret," she said, her voice sweet but tinged with mischief, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses. "I'm Celine. What can I do for you?"
Evelyn stepped forward, her hips swaying slightly, her blouse clinging to her full breasts.
"We're looking for work," she said, her tone firm yet sultry, her gaze locking with Celine's. "Something to earn coin for a place to live."
Celine's smile widened, her fingers brushing the whip as she leaned forward, her corset creaking softly.
"Work? Oh, we'd be happy to help. But what kind of work are you seeking? And is it for all of you?" Her eyes flicked to Jack and Lila, lingering on Lila's bare thighs and Jack's lean frame.
Evelyn hesitated, her maternal instincts flaring.
The dungeon's atmosphere—its leather-clad guards, the suggestive hum in the air—felt too dangerous for her children.
She glanced at Jack and Lila, their faces a mix of determination and uncertainty. "Just me," she said finally, her voice resolute. "I'll work alone."
"But Mom—" Lila began, her sapphire eyes flashing, her lithe body tensing as she stepped closer. "We want to help."
"Yeah, we're in this together," Jack added, his voice firm, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease as they darted to Celine's whip.
Evelyn shook her head, her blonde hair swaying like a golden curtain. "No. Let me handle this," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Her heart pounded, but she stood tall, her curves a beacon of strength and sensuality in the dim light.
Celine nodded, her smile unwavering.
"Very well. Follow me, you two," she said to Jack and Lila, gesturing to a side door.
A tall woman appeared, her muscular frame clad in a leather harness that left little to the imagination, her bulge even more pronounced than the guards'.
She led Jack and Lila to another room, her stride confident, her eyes glinting with unspoken promises.
Alone with Evelyn, Celine's demeanor shifted, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You'll be paid hourly. How many hours would you like to work?"
Evelyn's brows furrowed, her lips parting slightly. "What's the pay?" she asked, her voice a sultry murmur, her fingers brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Ten silver coins an hour," Celine replied, her glasses glinting as she tilted her head, her corset accentuating the curve of her waist.
Evelyn's eyes narrowed, her masochistic hunger sharpening her resolve. "Fifteen," she countered, her tone firm but laced with a seductive edge, her body leaning slightly closer, her breasts rising with each breath.
Celine's lips twitched, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "Fifteen it is," she agreed, her voice smooth as silk. "Now, what exactly will I be doing?" Evelyn asked, her heart racing, the dungeon's aura pressing against her like a lover's touch.
Celine blinked, her expression one of genuine surprise, as if the question was unexpected.
"Why, you'll be a sex doll for a client," she said, her voice matter-of-fact but laced with a teasing lilt. "You'll provide… intimate services, tailored to their desires."
Evelyn's breath caught, the word prostitution flashing through her mind.
Her cheeks flushed, but the weight of their situation—a roof over their heads, food for her children—anchored her.
For Jack and Lila, she would do this.
"I'll do it," she said, her voice steady, her emerald eyes blazing with resolve.
Celine's smile returned, approving. "Excellent. You'll need to prepare."
She handed Evelyn a folded garment—a slinky, crimson dress that shimmered like liquid fire, its fabric so thin it promised to cling to every curve. "Shower first, then change into this. I'll take you to a room to get ready."
Evelyn nodded, her fingers brushing the dress, its texture sending a shiver through her.
Celine rose, her corset creaking, her fishnet-clad legs moving with a graceful sway as she led Evelyn down a candlelit corridor, the air growing warmer, heavier with each step.
The dungeon's secrets pulsed around them, and Evelyn's heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation, her body ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.