The Max laughed as she took possession of the G-string, pauses to pop the crotch into her mouth for a moment then grinned as she whirled the garment around a finger. "Deeelicious, darling. Oh and if you hadn't worn any undies I would have insisted on a taste directly from the source." The hostess smirked and pranced away.<br/><br/>Fleur grinned and slipped a finger between Erika's butt cheeks. "Okay let's get inside, we're missing the fun!"<br/><br/>Through the lobby, that looked relatively sane if somewhat lavish, they entered the reception room. This room was circular and terraced downwards on seven levels, like the seven circles of hell. About thirty metres in diameter, each level half a metre above the next, and the centre circle was a bubbling pool. The infernal impression was further enhanced by the red carpets and curtains, the dim and flickering red lighting and the oddly etherial yet somehow heavy<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D4C2w5uMTvRY&amp;hash=0005f482b76540532209895f2856a941" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C2w5uMTvRY" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">background music</a>.  Cushions and couches were scattered around, also red, many of them occupied by same sax couples or the odd trio or quartet. On the steps down to the third level was a sign that read "Clothing optional beyond this point!". Between the fourth and fifth levels another sign read "No clothing beyond this point!"<br/><br/>From the opposite side to the entrance, a catwalk extended at the first level out to the pool, where a ladder led down into the water.<br/><br/>Fleur took hold of Erika's hand again and led her down to the second sign. this close the smaller text under the main announcement could be read: "Toys are permitted". Clothing was strewn along the floor, some in neat piles, some draped over the low railing, some carelessly dumped.<br/><br/>She shrugged and grinned at the escort while stripping off the jingling metal dress and panties. She waved and a young woman approached, naked bar a pair of plastic horns on her head, a belt around her waist with a pointed tail attached to it and a pair of high heeled sandals, and painted red from head to toe including contact lenses and stained teeth. "Take this to the auction would you please? Reserve is three thousand - that's what I paid for it. If it doesn't fetch that I'll buy it myself!"<br/><br/>She handed over the dress and undies and sighed with relief. "Phew. That thing is murder to wear! Come on, let's get wet."