The Pleasure Pit's interior was unlike any other brothel I'd been to before, its unique décor something out of a smutty fantasy. Every inch of the walls, floor and ceilings covered in garish murals, many depicting scantily clad females – all Dark Elves – engaged in obscene acts of pain and pleasure.
I felt a sense of familiarity looking these scenes, like I was soon to be well acquainted with the lascivious positions. In fact, the more I looked around, the more I realized that this establishment had a very specific theme.
"You look lost, cutie." A sharp-toothed thing, a girl who I assumed to be an attendant, grinned from ear to pointed ear; a black, leather bodice hugging her lissome figure. While it was nigh impossible to gauge a Dark Elf's age by their appearance, this one looked downright juvenile. Bundles of ivory tresses had been fashioned into twin buns that perched atop her tiny head.
"Erm, yeah, just a bit. Excuse me for asking but...you look a little..."
The attendant snorted at my leading statement, ruby orbs narrowing to slits, "'Young'? I bet I'm older than your grandma, humie." As she looked me over, the Dark Elf's speculative gaze softened to a yearning inspection; she seemed amused. "Lucky for you, age ain't nothing but a number," a low purr rolled in her little throat, "I'd eat you alive, kid..."
While the 'compact' Elf may have been pint-sized, she sure was persistent. A comeback–hell, even a response–caught in my throat.
"I..."
She gave an exaggerated sigh at the delay, deploying a teasing pout to alleviate the tension. "Oh, come on! Lighten up! What do you think this place is?"
"A whorehouse." I stated bluntly, trying to keep up with her matter-of-factness; Gods, I was teetering the line between slightly annoyed yet increasingly aroused.
The Dark Elf guffawed, "This isn't a whorehouse, sweetie. This is the 'Pleasure Pit'; getting in ain't the problem, leaving is." Off in the distance, beyond the red rope of the entrance, a symphony of moans and shrieks called like the hum of a siren.
"That's what I'm afraid of..." I muttered.
Sensing my apprehension, the little lady smiled, "No need to be afraid, human–unless you're into that. I don't judge. All of the ladies, boys and ladyboys that service this joint are of Dark Elf blood. Perfect by every metric, sculpted by the Goddess herself to bring euphoria to this dark little world; you should count your lucky stars, human."
Like all of her kind, the Dark Elf's words carried a particular air of superiority, but was she wrong? "All it comes down to is what you're into, and we got it all."
It all seemed too good to be true, "Sounds good but...what's the cost to get in?"
Nearly half my height, the mischievous attendant took a firm grip on a healthy chunk of my left thigh, massaging it with a few coaxing squeezes, "Tonight? Free of charge. I got a feeling about you."
"Anything?" I was nearly sweating with anticipation. Free? It all seemed too good to be true.
"Did I stutter? This is the Pleasure Pit, hot stuff. We Dark Elves don't abide by your fragile sexual limitations. So be honest," her tiny fingers inched upwards, giving my package a slight pinch, "what do you want?"
"What if I wanted..." I fumbled, "You?"
Ruby eyes glimmered with unexpected delight, the lissom Dark Elf guffawing at my audacity, "Really? You wanna go upstairs? "
I nodded, "Y-Yes..." Even with a banquet of dark-skinned delicacies at my fingertips, I felt an animal magnetism with this snappy little sex fiend.
She giggled, "You're a naughty boy, aren't you? Hmm, you have some spunk about you, there's that. Maybe you won't break so easy...Well, follow me!"
With a skip, the lithe Elf led me through a series of hallways and stairwells, each one leading to a different room. It wasn't long before we arrived at a large door, decorated with a golden relief of two Dark Elf maidens locked in a passionate embrace. The attendant knocked twice, waited for a response and with no answer, opened the door.
"You can call me Tethys, sweetie." My guide whispered as she ushered me inside.
I took a moment to take in the room. It was a sizable suite, with a circular bed at its center. To the left was a set of double doors, presumably leading to the bathroom, while the right was dominated by a large window overlooking the subterranean, bioluminescent-lit city of the Underdark. A pair of plush couches sat opposite each other, facing away from the bed.
Tethys closed the door behind us, "This'll do."
I stepped forward, taking in the room's splendor. The walls were painted with images of Dark Elf maidens engaging in various acts of debauchery. The bed was made of dark wood, with a canopy of crimson silk. It had a black headboard carved with ancient runes, illuminated by a single candle.
"Who's room is this?" I inquired, a bit dumbfounded by the space's grandeur.
"Mine, cutie; I own the place." Tethys smile widened at her own revelation; just how old was she?
"Enough talking, human, get on the bed." She ordered, pushing me towards the bed with an impish nudge.
I obliged, climbing onto the mattress and lying back, waiting for her to make a move. I felt like a wounded gazelle, frozen in place, watching as the little lioness prepared to pounce.
Tethys approached, her gossamer gown fluttering around her petite frame, tiny feet bare. Her dark, mocha-colored skin was flawless, breasts barely more than handfuls. Her lithe form gliding across the sheets, and Tethys unbound her snowy locks from their bindings with a tug; silvery strands cascaded along her shoulders and were much longer than I'd initially assumed.
"You seem like the type that likes to be bossed around," Tethys crooned, "I can smell it on ya. You're gonna be my little bitch."
I winced, and sensing some apprehension, Tethys glided her pointed nails across my jawline, "You'll love it, I promise. Good boys get kept, and you are a good boy, aren't you, human?"