As I step outside the building, I see a woman resting against a carriage, muttering angrily to herself.
"Unacceptable. Unacceptable. Why is the guy my sister plans to marry so unserious about his life? I've been waiting here for thirty minutes, dammit!" she curses. The hair on my neck stands up as I peek at her.
Shit. This crazy woman is Lilith's older sister, Erin.
She stands at five foot seven with a curvy yet slim body and long slender legs. She's incredibly beautiful, slightly more beautiful than Lilith, though they look almost identical. The main difference is Erin's mature, fierce look compared to Lilith's constant smile.
What really sets her apart is her goth style; thick black eyeliner, a nose ring, a tongue piercing, and several earrings running up her ears.
She's in her early twenties and fairly popular in the porn industry. Still, compared to the actual big celebrity porn actresses, she's like a shrimp in the ocean.
"Hey, Erin. What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much? Is it because I love your little sister?" I say, half-joking and half-serious, as I finally walk toward her.
She lifts her head and glares at me.
"Hey! Quit playing around. This isn't the time for jokes. Let's get going!" she says in a serious tone. I instantly drop my playful attitude, knowing she's not in the mood.
The next moment, she opens the door of the carriage she had been leaning on. In this world, cars are called carriages. Some have wheels, some hover above the ground, and some can even fly, all powered by magic. The price of the carriage determines its capabilities.
As a fairly popular pornstar, it isn't strange for her to own one of these expensive rides.
I enter the passenger seat without thinking twice, and Erin drives off right away.
After fifteen minutes, we arrive at a large cone-shaped towering building. Its structure looks like it's absorbing all the light that hits it instead of reflecting it. I don't fully understand it, but it seems to be powering the building that way.
I follow Erin inside. A lot of people are walking in and out, but none of them greet us, and Erin doesn't greet anyone either. We enter an elevator, and she presses the button for our floor.
"This building is owned by the studio. There are many pornstars signed here, and the ones you saw are living in the dorms provided by the studio. It's not compulsory to live here, but I'd be glad if you pass the evaluation," Erin says in a surprisingly soft voice, glancing at me briefly.
I'm surprised by her gentle tone but I don't say anything and simply nod. After all, she's just making sure her sister doesn't end up with a deadbeat. That's understandable.
The elevator stops and opens. We walk into a large room that I'd call a small hall. A small yellow placard hangs from the ceiling with "Studio 11" written on it.
The air inside is very cold, and a subtle odor fills the room. There's a long barricaded section with people seated behind it, working on what look like computers.
What really catches my eye are the fourteen people lined up — men and women from different races, all dressed nicely. Standing in front of them is a silver-haired human woman, about five foot nine, with a busty figure and wide ass. She's wearing tight black leather pants and a corset that looks like her breasts are about to spill out. She's very beautiful.
Erin suddenly pauses and places a hand on my shoulder, giving me a warm smile that actually touches my heart. It's the first time she's been nice to me.
"Join the queue. I swear, if you don't pass the evaluation, you can forget about marrying my sister," she says with a dangerous smile. I know she isn't joking.
Fuck, I knew this bitch was up to no good.
"And what if I pass?" I ask, smiling back.
Erin's lips curl. "You can ask me for anything, as long as it's within my capability," she replies, then gently pushes me forward toward the queue before I can say anything else.
I walk over and stand behind a male Satyr with a red punk hairstyle and two earrings dangling from his ears. His pants are so tight they clearly show the outline of his goat-like legs.
In front of him stands a large female centaur. Her upper body looks like a beautiful black-haired human woman wearing golden bangles and a tight corset, her arms folded impatiently. Her lower body is that of a horse, fully covered by a large skirt.
Just as I take my place, I catch a faint odor that smells like bodily fluids.
"Hey, bro," the Satyr in front of me says with a sheepish smile, turning his head.
Oh my goodness, not today… This is exactly why I don't like Satyrs.
"What's up?"
"Aren't you smelling something?" he asks.
I furrow my eyebrows, wondering why he's asking me such a weird question. Male Satyrs are the ones known for their foul goat-like stench, but this smell is different.
"Yeah, I smell it," I answer honestly.
"Keke, this bitch in front of me is the one leaking down there. She's so soaked and desperate to be fucked just from standing around so many men," the Satyr says loudly with a toothy grin.
The centaur clearly hears him and turns to stare daggers at us, her face almost teary.
Ah, shit. Satyrs always drag you into trouble.
Just before chaos breaks out, the silver-haired woman at the front clears her throat loudly.
"I heard everything you said. That was disrespectful and ignorant. This time of the month, centaurs are usually in heat, but that doesn't mean they can't go about their lives. Anyways, the last participant has arrived. Males and females should split into two groups. The evaluation will begin now," she says with a serious expression.
The Satyr looks embarrassed as he shuffles over to the group where all the male participants are forming.