Viera Mating Season Has Come

The weeks had passed them all by, Clan life pushed the whole thing about little Viera from the minds of Marche and Ritz. The Clan League was upon them, they were going to the finals. The two were so very sure that they could win it; their Clan was a finely crafted machine of war, after all. But something weighed heavily on their minds; the Viera. They were acting... strange. Ritz couldn't find out anything, they didn't want to talk about it.

Marche, being Clan leader was incapable of getting anything himself; they were simply tight lipped about their actions. Perhaps, he thought, the little talk with Shara had caused something. Maybe she was actually offended and told the others... perhaps they didn't want to work with him and Ritz any longer?

Marche didn't need this right now; the Clan League was getting closer, the Viera in the Clan made up almost a third of their number. If they were to split, the Clan would be seriously underpowered, not to mention Ritz would likely be crushed. She was as an adopted Viera; she was even capable of summoning their Totema. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost; if not for the Clan, than for Ritz's sake.

The sun was falling below the horizon when Marche built enough courage to talk to Shara. He figured he'd find out out in the wild; he was right. She sat upon a tree stump, her back to him as she watched the sun go down. Her ears perked up, but she didn't turn; Marche was sure that she was upset with him. Steeling himself, the young boy marched toward her, stopping only feet from where she sat.

"Shara... I need to talk to you."

His voice trembled; he was really very nervous. More so when she said nothing to him, she didn't even show any signs of recognizing his presence.

"Shara... I... I know things have been weird for a while now. I just... I want to know if it's what I said. I mean, if it is, then please, just be mad at me, not the others. Especially not Ritz! She.."

"Do you like her, Marche?"

Shara suddenly spoke; Marche was taken aback.

"W-well... she's my friend..."

Marche stated, unsure of what she could mean.

"No, I mean... do you love her?"

Shara clarified; Marche's cheeks turned red. He'd never thought of Ritz in such a way, it never crossed his mind.

"No... I... I never thought of her like that. She... is my friend. Nothing else."

Marche looked to the ground, unsure as to what this all meant. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Shara get up, much less turn toward him. The only way he even knew was when he felt her warm hand on his cheek. Quickly he raised his head; their eyes locked.

"Shara...?"

Marche began, but she suddenly placed a finger on his lips to silence the boy. He shut right up, she removed her finger.

"If you have no feelings for her beyond being a friend, then I have no regrets."

Shara stated simply, then leaned forward. Marche's eyes went wide, his cheeks turned a bright red as he felt her lips press against his own. His entire body shuddered as her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close; her body heat was amazing. His eyes closed as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping between her lips, forcing his own open before invading his mouth. Marche's hands trembled as he took hold of her hips; he had no idea where else to put them. This was all so new to him. Shara's tongue probed his mouth, licking at everything; she could tell that he had Chobo for dinner.

Wile her tongue was busy, her hands moved down the young boys body; they arrived at his shorts. Marche's eyes opened wide as the second shock of his life took place; Shara's fingers were undoing his shorts. Marche pulled his mouth away from her own, panting in shock and surprise; Shara ceased her actions.

"S-Shara... you... what..."

Marche was confused, he couldn't complete a sentence. Shara smiled at the young boy, to reassure him.

"I'm doing what nature demands, Marche. I'm going to have sex with you."

Marche's body flew into action, pulling away from her; but he stumbled and fell backwards. With a thud he landed upon his backside, shorts partially undone; he looked up. Shara was standing over him.

"Shara... you... can't...! I... we... why?"

Everything was so strange to him now, his mind was shutting down at the very concept that Shara wanted to... to... do something like that with him. What had gotten into her? Shara, she moved forward; he tried to back away but she was too fast. Before he knew what happened, she was straddling his legs, her hands on his shoulders.

"You remember what I told you, right? We Viera mate with other species. And right now I want to mate with you."

Marche's entire body felt hot, he had what could only be described as a full body blush. His mouth ran dry as Shara held him firmly with one hand, the other moving back to her own body. She took hold of her green, midriff bearing top and, slowly, began to pull it upwards. He want to close his eyes, but they wouldn't listen; they were fixated upon the Viera's emerging breasts. They were large and full, and upon being released they bounced; his eyes followed them before they settled.

Her shirt, it was thrown aside; Marche swallowed hard. Shara's nipples were a shade of pink not unlike Ritz's hair, and they were hard; they stood proudly, as though they wanted his attention. A lump grew in his shorts at the sight, upon feeling it Shara pushed her crotch against his own, grinding on the stiffness. Marche gasped, his body was hit by another shudder; Shara smiled at his reaction.

"You're cute, Marche; are all human boys like this on their first time?"

Marche couldn't answer that; he had no idea. But more so, his mind was fixated on her breasts, something deep within him stirred at their sight. A deep memory sprung from the dusty corners of his brain... when he was much younger. Breasts, his mother; they gave him life. His mother... his mother...

"Mother..."

Marche mumbled, transfixed by the hard, pink nipples; Shara was confused by what he had said. But something in her ceased her grinding, and she removed her hand from his shoulder, placing it on the back of his head. Then, slowly, Shara pulled Marche close to her body, his face close to her chest. Almost instantly he lunged forward and latched his lips onto a breast, causing the Viera to gasp, then moan as he suckled. His small arms wrapped around her torso, holding her tightly.

Marche's shuddering ceased as he suckled, his eyes closed; he felt safe and warm. Shara slowly caressed the young boys hair, something about this felt right. Shara smiled at the boy, then leaned down and kissed the top of his head. It was an incredibly intimate feeling between the two of them, more than any kind of sex could produce; Shara was bonding with him and Marche... he was reliving a moment from his past, before Doned... when he had his mother to himself.

The two stayed locked together for what felt like hours in silence; they needed no words. Slowly, Marche let go of her Shara's nipple and placed his head between her breasts, snuggling into her warmth. Shara held him tightly, cradling him like he were her own child; if this were any other time she might have just held him. But it wasn't any other time, her body was driving her to mate.

She was in season. All the Viera were.

"Marche... I... I need you. I really, really need you..."

She whispered softly, stroking his hair; Marche raised his head and looked up at her. She looked down at him; their eyes met once more. In his closeness to her, he felt he could understand anything on her mind, the look he saw told him all he needed to know. With a nod, Marche released her from his hug, Shara pushed him down onto his back. Licking her lips, the Viera slid down his body just enough to allow her hands to get to his shorts. Her hands quickly undid his belt, and with a pull they came down.

Shara slid down the rest of his body, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. Looking up at him, she smiled, then took hold of his small penis. Carefully she caressed it, stroking it with her palm; Shara could feel his pulse as his manhood grew hard. Marche gasped, the Viera slowly increased her speed; precum flowed from the tip of his penis, giving her a lubricant to move faster.

His toes curled up in his shoes, pelvis lifted up from the ground; it was amazing, her hand. This was something he'd never felt before, but he loved it; he moaned as the Viera jerked him with even greatest speed, her hand almost a blur as it moved on his shaft. Marche couldn't help himself; something was happening to him. His balls, they felt like they were going to tighten, and then they did.

Shara gasped, Marche moaned; a long stream of white fluid flew from the tip of his penis, and when it came down it landed on Shara's white hair. Quickly she released him and moved up his body, mouth latching onto his spasming penis as more of his seed erupted. Her head bobbed, tongue lapping at his shaft; she moaned at his taste, and Marche moaned at the warmth that engulfed his most private of areas.

He couldn't look at her, his head turned to the side, eyes closed as the white haired Viera sucked him until his orgasm ended. Even then he remained hard; Shara just kept on bobbing her head, tongue licking at his shaft. She wanted him to cum again in her mouth; the taste was something that the Viera missed from her last mating attempt.

Marche, he was going crazy; his his fingers dug into the earth below him, ripping up grass as he felt the greatest sensation of his young life. His toes were curled so tightly they hurt, and yet he didn't care; his balls were tightening again. Like a shotgun he came for the second time, sperm and fluids coating the roof of her mouth before dripping down to her tongue.

Shara milked him until the second orgasm ended, her tongue licking him clean before, finally, she pulled her mouth from him. Marche panted heavily, toes uncurling as he slowly recovered. His penis remained as hard as ever, something that Shara was acutely aware of as she rose to her feet.

The young boy slowly came down from his orgasmic high, his penis growing slightly soft as the blood began to flow away from his crotch. Opening his eyes, Marche straightened his head; what greeted him a moment later was a piece of fabric that was flung onto him. Blinking, the young boy grabbed hold of it, then pulled it open; it was a pair of underwear. Female underwear; white in color. For a moment Marche paused, then he turned red; the blood went back to his crotch as he looked beyond the small piece of fabric in his hands.

Shara, she smiled and came close, standing above him. Her feet were on either side of his hips, she held up the green flap of fabric that covered her crotch from view in her hands, exposing herself to him. It was a strange thing to see; it was pink and wet, but it had a tuft of white hair around it. It was so alien to him, and yet his body knew what it was; he only grew harder at the sight.

The Viera lowered her body and settled onto him, his penis nestled just above her vagina. Slowly, she began to grind against him, the two moaning as their sexual organs ground together. Shara's juices flowed freely, coating his shaft in her fluids; she was getting him ready for the main event. The Viera watched his reaction; it only made her more wet to see him fidget and moan below her, the fact that he was enjoying it made her feel so good.

"Marche... I'm going to take you inside of me now."

Shara cooed, Marche only groaned, Licking her lips in anticipation, the Viera gently grasped his shaft as she lifted herself off of him. With a quick jerk of his shaft to tease the young boy, Shara lowered herself onto him, moaning upon feeling the tip of his penis come into contact with her soaked opening. Marche cried out in shock and pleasure as her opening absorbed him; the muscles were pulling at him! For a boy who swore everything was amazing when it came to sex, this was the most amazing thing yet.

The Viera above him moaned as she took him inside of her body, and Marche was going crazy as she bottomed out, that white tuft of hair touching his balls. Marche felt like he was going to cum at any moment, and Shara, it seemed as though she could sense it, for she didn't move at all. She wanted to give him time to adjust, to get used to being inside of her; there was no telling how much more the boy could take before he was tapped for the night.

Shara wanted to mate with him, but she also wanted to enjoy it for more than a few moments before he could possibly just be done, his body needing rest before he could go at it again. So patiently the Viera waited, even as her body screamed to just get on with it, to have him fill her with his seed. She took several long, deep breaths before leaning forward, placing her hands on the ground on either side of his head.

The Viera looked down at the boy below her; he was really very cute. She had teased him before about it, but he was cute. Especially that blond hair; Shara wished that her child could be blond like him. But alas, such was not possible; there had never been a single Viera with such a hair color.

Marche reached out and grabbed hold of her hips all of a sudden, causing Shara to gasp loudly. Looking down at him, she smiled; he was such an eager little thing.

"As eager as I am, hm? Well then..."

Shara suddenly began to rock her hips; Marche cried out in bliss. The Viera watched as she moved her hips on the young boy, breasts swaying back and forth. His eyes were closed, his fingers dug into her flesh; it was a whole different level than anything they had done before. He wanted to hold out so badly; strange thoughts crossed into his mind then; like naked Bangaa. Large, sweaty, naked Bangaa doing manly things like cutting down trees.

Marche shuddered at the thought; Shara only moved her hips on him faster. Moaning, the young boy tried to focus on the horror in his mind, but he simply could not; the tight, wet hole of the gorgeous Viera above him was something that could not be ignored.

"Ahhh... Marche... it feels good... doesn't it? Come on... tell me it feels good."

Shara mewled, her hips moving ever faster on her little lover. Her breasts swayed and bounced freely; she wanted him to look at her. Look at them. Marche didn't say anything; he bit his lip. He tried so desperately to hold out, even if it meant repressing his cries and keeping his eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible. Shara, though, assumed that something was wrong; perhaps it wasn't as good as thought it was?

"Marche... please... look at me! Tell me it feels good!"

Shara pleaded with the young boy, but he didn't respond; he couldn't bring himself to do it. Looking at her could set him off, could end the whole thing once and for all. He wanted to keep going, but his body... he didn't trust it. Seeing her in any way could just make him go off; Marche had to fight it. Fight the urge. Fight his body. But it was hard to do, especially with Shara begging him to do that which he knew could end it all.

It was a losing battle; Marche knew that. He could only hold out for so long before it would end, even if he did ignore her and focus on the horrific images he could conjure from his mind. The little blond was close to the end; his balls were tightening on him. That was the sign that the end was near, he could do nothing now. Quickly then, he opened his eyes and looked upon the Viera that rode him; it was the single most glorious image he had ever seen in the whole of his life.

The end had come for Marche; with what felt like an electric shot his balls released inside of her. Shara rode him hard as his sperm filled her body; the mere fact that he had looked at her was all the difference, she was so close to an orgasm of her own. Marche cried out with every movement she made, his balls emptying themselves completely. Shara's breasts were going wild, bouncing and swaying; it was so very close now! She could feel it building, building... even as Marche ceased his own orgasm, Shara was building towards her own.

And it finally hit; the Viera screamed loudly as her muscles went crazy around his shaft. Her arms gave out on her then; she landed on her little lover chest first. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, she whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her frame; it was like she had been hit by a lightning bolt. Every muscle spasmed, her eyes shut tightly; it was amazing how hard she got off on a little human boy.

The two came down together, their bodies worn, panting. Shara softly kissed him on the neck as her hands released his shoulders. Marche in turn slowly wrapped his arms around the Viera that had taken his virginity and held her close to him, enjoying the warmth of her body.

"Shara... amazing..."

Marche mumbled, too worn out to make a complete sentence. Shara smiled at her little lover and stroked his hair.

"It'll be even better tomorrow."

Shara said with a giggle, Marche felt confusion sweep through his mind;

"Huh?"

Shara giggled again, then kissed him on the forehead before looking him in the eyes.

"Well, my little one... Viera keep mating until we know for a fact that we're with child. It could take weeks before I know for sure... so we'll just have to keep going at it until I know that you've given me a little Viera."

Marche closed his eyes and breathed heavily; he could just tell that the coming few weeks were going to be a lot more difficult than he had imagined only a few hours ago.

Where Do Little Viera Come From?

It all began with a simple, yet profound question.

"Ritz?"

Marche began.

"Where do little Viera come from?"

His pink haired companion looked at Marche as though he were a madman; where did babies of any species come from? She opened her mouth to reply, but ceased; it dawned on her that she had never once seen a male Viera. Despite being in a clan of nothing but Viera, she'd never heard them mention males, much less seen any evidence that they existed, But she always assumed that they did; it was how it worked in humans, so she just thought...

"I... I assume... that they do the same thing... as everybody else."

Ritz finally responded, but her voice was unsure. Marche looked over at her, eyes questioning her unsure tone. She could only shake her head.

"I'm SURE they must do the same thing everybody else does! I mean, I've never seen a male Viera, but I'm sure they have to exist. Right? I mean, you can't just... have nothing but women... right?"

Now it was Ritz who was asking the question, putting Marche on the spot to answer. He scratched his head for a moment, playing with the strands of blond hair that stuck out from his head in-front; he was more curious than ever now.

"... Say, Ritz..."

He turned and looked at his companion; she met his gaze.

"Maybe we should... you know... ask..."

Ritz became flustered at the mere thought of asking a Viera about her personal life. She shook her head vigorously.

"No way! That's an invasion of privacy! Besides... wouldn't they think us... you know... weird...?"

Marche paused, pondering the awkwardness of asking a Viera how they bred. Part of him wanted to just forget it, but a part of him wanted to know. He looked down to the floor, crossing his arms over his chest; he had no idea what to do now.

"Um... I... I suppose that... maybe..."

Ritz's voice came from seemingly nowhere, causing Marche to look up. Ritz's face was fire red; he found it sort of funny how worked up she was getting over this whole thing.

"Maybe?"

Marche parroted the last bit of her sentence.

"Maybe we could, you know... ask Shara. I-I mean... I know her pretty well, so it's not like asking a total stranger. And... she shouldn't think it too strange. Right?"

Marche's eye lit up and he nodded most vigorously; Shara wouldn't deny telling them if Ritz asked her! Jumping to his feet, Marche grabbed hold of Ritz's right hand and pulled her to her own feet. She looked up at him, face still red, eyes full of surprise and shock.

"Well come on, let's go find and ask!"

Ritz was shocked at his sudden actions; she blushed even more, if that were possible at the sudden hand grabbing.

"H-h-hold on, Marche!"

Ritz protested, Marche was confused.

"Why? I know you want to know as much as I do! Or... are you scared to ask?"

Ritz's eyes flew wide, then narrowed; he had just challenged her. Her pride demanded she soldier on and do it as soon as possible; she nodded. The two of them went off to find Shara, and to seek the answer that they both desired to know. It didn't take long for them to find her, though; like all Viera she had an affinity for nature, and was naturally attracted to the wilds.

Just outside of Muscadet she was, enjoying the nature that her kin loved so very much. Ritz hesitated upon seeing her, but Marche was all gung-ho to ask. Shara, being a Viera had superior hearing, she knew they were there before the two could even say a word; she turned to greet them with a wave and a smile. This only made Ritz more hesitant, she stopped short while Marche went to white haired woman.

"Shara, Ritz and I want to ask you something."

Marche began, gesturing to his side where he assumed Ritz would be. Shara blinked and then raised an eyelid; Marche turned and noticed his companion was missing. Perplexed, he turned around; Ritz's eyes were locked on the ground as she stood more than twenty feet from the two of them. Marche sighed, Shara giggled; Ritz, she went into a fidget.

"Hey Ritz, are you going to do this or should I?"

Marche called out to the fidgeting girl; she only fidgeted more. Marche shrugged and turned, facing the Viera who seemed more than a bit amused by the whole thing.

"So, what is it you wanted to ask?"

Shara asked, figuring it was something minor; not, you know, the facts of Viera birth and such. But that was what Marche was after, all right.

"Ah... yes, well... um... see..."

Marche's cheeks turned slightly red; he himself was becoming flustered. Shara was even more amused by this turn of events, but she was curious as well; something was up. Marche took a deep breath, he tried to calm himself; he went through his question in his head, hoping it would make it to his lips and beyond. After a few moments the young blond boy nodded to himself and looked at Shara, square in the eyes.

"Ritz and I were curious... and we hope you don't mind, or think us weird, but... where, exactly do... Viera come from?"

Finally the question was out. Marche felt proud of himself, Ritz looked up in shock that he had actually asked the question. Shara was taken aback, her face showing a bit of surprise. These two children had just asked her how Viera reproduced. Moments wore on, Marche grew nervous while Ritz went through Shara's reaction in her own head; she assumed the Viera would be offended and walk away after calling them sick little freaks.

Instead, Shara laughed. She laughed hard; Marche backed away a bit, thinking the Viera crazy. Even Ritz was shocked at the reaction. Upon seeing their reactions, Shara calmed herself, wiping a tear from an eye; that was a good laugh she just had.

"Well, you see... little Viera come from their mothers."

Marche blinked, Ritz blinked; Shara smiled.

"... So there... are male Viera?"

Marche asked, puzzled. Shara shook her head.

"Nope. Viera are all female."

Marche was... more than confused, to say the least. Ritz, though, rushed up beside her blond companion, then pressed the issue;

"But how? I mean, if there aren't any males, then how can you have children? I thought you needed a man to... to..."

Ritz fell silent, her face turned red once more. Marche began to try and figure out how a female only population could reproduce; the things that came to mind made him shudder in abject horror. Shara cocked her head to the side, then straightened it back up.

"Well, you see Viera do need men. It's just that we... you know... can mate with other species."

It was all perfectly normal and rational to Shara, but to Marche and Ritz it was almost as though she were speaking some other language. Possibly Spanish.

"You... mate with... other species..."

Marche said with hesitation, Ritz had a look of confusion in her eyes.

"But... why? What happened to all the males?"

"We never had them?"

The was the best thing Shara could come up with. This only further confused Ritz.

"Okay, so... Viera mate with others, and that's where they come from. But... do you only give birth to Viera?"

Marche was trying to piece it together, and Shara nodded;

"It all makes sense when you think about it."

Ritz was all manner of confused by this point; it made no sense to her.

"How does this even begin to make any sense?! You... you're all women who have to mate with men of other species to make babies! Where did you all come from to start with?! Why were you made to make babies with other species?!"

Ritz was all worked up, Marche took a few steps away from his companion. Shara blinked and pondered for a moment.

"Well, you see... it all started with a tree..."

Ritz's face turned pale.

"What?"

"A tree. Exodus, to be exact. It started this whole thing."

Shara replied, causing Ritz to furrow her brow. Marche was the one confused now; Ritz was just frustrated.

"S-so... Exodus gave birth to the first Viera... who then in turn... made babies with other species..."

Marche mumbled, Shara nodded again;

"Pretty much."

Ritz rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

"This world makes no sense at all. Now... I'm just gonna... go lay down for a bit."

Ritz turned and walked off, leaving Marche and Shara alone. Shara chuckled slightly;

"I think I broke her brain."

Marche could only nod in agreement.

"Pet" Store

It was a pretty bad part of the city, an area where few would dare venture, even if they wanted what was here. But, he was there, walking on down the alleyway, looking for whatever signs there was to be seen. He had only heard of this place in passing, and even after trying to pay for the information, it was still a hassle to get.

It was like a taboo that even the scum of Ivalice didn't want to talk about, let alone tell others. Maybe they feared that any who heard of it would bring the full force of the law down upon them... maybe they feared whoever ran the place would bring the full force of their underworld contact on them. Or maybe it was meant to be exclusive, and whoever told would lose whatever rights they had.

Regardless, money talked, and several thousand Gil later, he had what little information it could squeeze out of that bastards mouth.

After much searching, he found but a simple sign with various off letters of a script he'd not seen before. Looking at a small scrap of paper in his hand, he realized that this was the place. Looking closely at the wall which bore the sign, he saw a thin, but unmissable outline... it was in the form of a door.

"So... I just have to knock..."

He said to himself, hand raised. Hoping that he remembered the proper pattern. He knocked in several bursts, resting but a few seconds in between... to him, it was just a set of patterns, but for those inside, it was a message, the various letters that formed it was composed of a given series of knocks with pauses in between to tell when one ended and another began.

With the message done, he lowered his hand and wondered how long he'd have to wait... it was a surprise when, not even a minute after he got there, the wall split and then was drawn open, exactly where he expected a door to be. A flood of light came from within, causing him to shield his eyes... then, a voice was heard;

"Welcome, my good sir."

The voice wasn't Human... not at all. It had little in the way of a gender specific tone,, its accent reminded him of something... but what was it? He had his answer soon enough, though... for when he lowered his arm, eyes adjusting to the brightness, he saw the small form. It was a Nu Mou, a hunched over, canine like Humanoid creature with long, large droopy ears that preferred to dress in loose fitting robes.

"So, good sir, I assume you wish to look at my stocks."

It says, its large eyes peering up at him. It was hard to take something that small, that... cute serious when it came to this business. He had to wonder if this was all a sick joke played on him by that piece of filth that charged him too much even if the information was correct.

Quickly, he was ushered into the tent by the Nu Mou... and upon entering, a foul oder attacked his nose. It smelled like a mixture of bodily fluids and waste, from both Humanoids and rodents that have been allowed to fermented for weeks, maybe even months. He considered backing out of this, I mean, if these were the conditions his stock was kept in, what kind of quality could he possibly have?

"Come, come, this way!"

The Nu Mou called as he walked past him, hand motioning forward. Following, he took some time to look around... it was a cesspool if he'd ever seen one. There were cages everywhere, various fluids could be seen dripping from between the bars, soaked and stained straw strewn about the floor and coming from between them as well.

He caught sight of a small face peeking from behind the bars, and when he turned to give it his full attention, it vanished deeper inside. Tempted to look into it, he decided against it when the sound of whimpering came from it. In-fact, as he walked past the many cages, the sound of fear started... then grew louder, stronger...

Clearly, the stock knew what his presence could mean.

A short walk later, the Nu Mou came to a halt before a large, heavy drawn curtain. Stopping himself, he tried to peer through it... but, the chamber on the other side was far darker than the current, he couldn't make anything out. The Nu Mou turned, then looked up at him with those big eyes, a smile on its lips.

"Good sir, I assume you do not wish to waste time on the common stock. Oh no you don't, I can tell these things, that I can. I can tell that a man of your fine, noble caliber wishes for something more exclusive, something few get to look at, much less possess. So good sir, please do come this way. Feel free to browse... but I must warn you, do not get too touchy with the stock in here, unless you wish to make a purchase."

The curtain was drawn and swiftly, the little being pushed him inside, and then drew the curtain again. The scent in here was far better, he could see wisps of smoke pillowing from candle, which provided the only light source in the chamber. The candles themselves must be scented, it's the only thing he could think of that could kill the oder of the previous room.

He ventured deeper into the room, his feet made very little noise as he walked. The place must have been carpeted... a far cry from the cold, hard floor from before. There were no tiny cages in here, in-fact, there was very little that indicated that this room could hold bars. Everywhere he looked, there were drawn curtains.

Perhaps they hid something...

"Come, come, sir. Do you not wish to see the exclusive stocks?"

The voice of that Nu Mou came, scaring the ever loving shit out of him. He didn't expect the creature to follow him, considering that he was pushed in and the curtain drawn immediately after the fact.