Ray returned to the line for the second time, his black shirt pulled back on but still carrying the faint scent of the last session and it was a little more soaked, while the collar around his neck remained unchanged as he took his place among the other men.
This time more of them looked at him, the earlier quiet glances turning into longer stares, a few of the older males shifting their weight as if trying to understand how the new guy was already collecting high marks while most of them were still waiting for a second selection.
'Ah, I knew it he's a stud'
'Tsk, competition huh'
The senior staff woman near the entrance made another note on her slate, then spoke quietly to one of the younger attendants who immediately left the hall through a side door.
Ray opened the system window while he stood there, the numbers updating cleanly in his vision.
[Skill Points: 130]
[Service Count: 2]
[Average Rating: 9.5]
The extra points from the second client sat waiting with the rest, and the [Six Winged Physique] still kept his body from showing any real fatigue even after two long sessions back to back.
More clients continued to move through the night hall, some selecting other men, some walking the full line before choosing, as the low lighting and soft conversation kept the atmosphere steady and controlled.
A woman in a dark formal coat entered a short while later, older than the previous two, her hair pulled back in a tight style and her expression carrying the sharp focus of someone who did not waste time.
She spoke briefly with the senior staff woman, who checked her slate and then pointed directly toward Ray.
The older woman walked straight to him without looking at anyone else, stopped in front of him, and studied his face and body with open calculation.
"You're the one collecting the high marks tonight," she said, but it was not really a question, "Lady Seris's new purchase."
Ray met her eyes and gave a short nod.
"Yes."
She made a small sound of acknowledgment, then turned her head toward the staff woman.
"I'll take him for a full private session, not an alcove, we'll use one of the upper rooms."
The senior staff woman paused for a second, then made a deeper mark on her slate and gestured for an attendant.
"Room three on the private floor is available, escort them."
Ray followed the older woman and the attendant out of the night hall, up a narrow staircase he had not been allowed to use earlier, and into a quieter corridor lined with numbered doors.
The attendant unlocked the third door and stepped aside, leaving them alone as the door closed and locked from the outside with a solid click.
The private room was larger than the alcoves, a wide bed instead of a couch, better lighting, and a small side cabinet with clean cloths and oil already prepared.
The older woman removed her formal coat without hurry and set it over a chair, revealing a fitted blouse that did nothing to hide the full shape of her breasts underneath.
"My name is Counselor Marell," she said, already unfastening the blouse, "I handle trade disputes for the southern district, I come here when I need something that does not argue back."
'Do they always need to say a dialogue first?' Ray couldn't help but question inwardly.
She pushed the blouse off her shoulders, freeing heavy breasts that sat full and bare under the warmer light of the private room, then looked at Ray with clear expectation.
"Take your clothes off, all of them, I want to see what Lady Seris spent so much on before I decide if it was smart or foolish."
Ray stripped without delay, he quickly set aside the black shirt and the trousers, whole she stared at his body which was fully visible under her sharp gaze as she walked a slow circle around him.
Counselor Marell reached out and ran one hand down his chest, over the hard lines of his stomach, then lower until her fingers wrapped around the thick length of his cock and gave it a testing stroke.
"Solid," she murmured, more to herself than to him, "the ratings make more sense now."
She released him, walked to the bed, and sat on the edge, spreading her legs just enough to show she was already wet as she leaned back on her hands.
"Come here and put that cock to work," she said, the order calm and direct, "I want a full session, not a quick finish, and I will rate you accordingly."
Ray stepped between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and pushed in with the same controlled strength he had used with the others, the thick length stretching her open until he was buried to the base.
Counselor Marell's breath left her in a long, steady exhale, her full breasts rising as she adjusted to the size of him.
"Good depth," she said, voice still mostly composed, "now move, and do not rush it."
Ray started with slow, powerful thrusts, the [Heavenly Thrust] skill ready at the edge of his vision but held back for the moment, letting the natural strength of the physique handle the first stretch of the session.
The older woman watched him the entire time, eyes half-lidded but focused, her heavy breasts swaying with every deep drive of his hips as the wet sound of his cock moving inside her filled the private room.
"Harder," she ordered after a while, the first real crack appearing in her controlled tone, "I did not pay for gentle."
Ray gave her the harder pace she wanted, the skill flaring to life and adding sharper force to each thrust until Counselor Marell's composure began to slip in earnest.
Her breathing turned heavier, full breasts moving more freely, and her hands gripped the bedcovers as the thick cock worked her open with steady, powerful strokes.
"That's it… keep that rhythm," she panted, the earlier calm fading under the wet slap of skin and the deep stretch, "fuck, it really is as good as the marks said."
Ray kept the pace exact, hands firm on her thighs as he drove into her, the collar around his neck still cool even while the rest of the room grew warmer from the long session.
Counselor Marell's legs tightened around him when the pleasure started to build past her control, her heavy breasts heaving, a low unbroken moan finally leaving her throat as she came hard around his cock, walls clamping and pulsing while she stared up at him through it.
Ray did not stop, working her through the climax with deep thrusts until her body loosened again, then continued at the same strong rhythm while she caught her breath and looked at him with sharper interest than before.
"Again," she said, voice rougher now, "I want at least one more before I rate you."
Ray adjusted his grip, the [Six Winged Physique] showing no sign of tiring, and gave her the second round she demanded, the skill and the thick length of his cock pulling another longer, louder climax out of her before he finally buried himself deep and filled her with a heavy load of cum.
Counselor Marell lay back on the bed afterward, chest rising and falling hard, full breasts still bare and marked with a light sheen of sweat, a thick mix of their fluids leaking from her as she stared at the ceiling for a moment.
Then she looked back at him and gave a short, decisive nod.
"Nine point seven," she said, "tell the staff I left it myself, and tell Lady Seris her new purchase is not a waste."
She sat up slowly, reached for her blouse, and began dressing with the same unhurried movements she had used at the start, the authority returning to her posture even while the evidence of the long session still marked her thighs.
Ray cleaned himself, pulled his clothes back on, and waited until an attendant unlocked the door from the outside.
When he stepped back into the corridor the attendant led him down to the night hall again, the senior staff woman already waiting with her slate in hand.
"Private session, nine point seven," she said, making a deeper mark than before, "Lady Seris has been informed, return to the line for now."