Alice was a woman of a distinguished countenance, she was always lighted by a smile; a cold and meaningful one; unsettling to the nerves and unpredictable in nature. Those would be the words to describe the way her violet eyes watched the world with tiny wrinkles in the corners of her stoic gold face. She<i>tried</i>to look friendly, loveable and warm. It succeeded to the less mindful visitors of this planet. But somehow she overdid it, and in the very few cracks of her perfect performance it showed to those looking for it that it was al, al very well calculated façade. But if you could not trust the unarmed, golden creature with a smile warmer than the last sun you've seen... Who could you trust? Besides, the woman looked powerful, and seemed in control, but she was here wasn't she? She was 'wasting' her time with the likes of you, which meant that somewhere, somehow, there was someone with more power than her. More in control. Someone who was the boss over our dear Alice.<br/><br/>Alice looked back to her hall of wonders and walked down the stairs, letting her icy-cold looking fingers glide over the glass panes on her right side. The colour of her ever-changing hair seemed to match the colour of the lights she passed, giving the entire descend a rather unusual vibe.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''I hope you did not come to dystopia for the cold nor for the desolation...'' </span>Alice said, looking over her shoulder to see who had followed her down the 100 steps of debauchery and seduction.<br/><br/>She opened a velvet red door, elaborately carved with gorgeous details out of Manisa stone. A rare material found within the core of Dystopia, famed for its beauty. It would be the equivalent of a golden door on earth, yet as dark as the blackest black found in the universe with twinkling lights that could make a person mad if he looked for too long at it.<br/><br/>But behind it was a sight to see far more precious than some molten stone door. As soon as the door opened on both sides, the group would be welcomed by a sight of pure filth and radiating heat that could only be summoned from the seventh hell. It was warm, cosy and disgustingly rich looking. If the cold would not be banned from your bones by the fires that burned within beautifully decorated pits, the sights of exposed flesh and slapping bodies making love together would.<br/><br/>The entire hall seemed to be too big, as none of the members in the group could see the ends of the walls. But what was in sight was enough to gaze upon. A couple of<a class="externalLink" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/268/6/a/fire_fire_by_ishutani-d80jnc2.jpg" target="_blank">mesopotanie</a>r girls were being oiled down by a poor<a class="externalLink" href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs25/i/2008/033/b/5/Centaur_by_rainesz.jpg" target="_blank">centaurion boy</a>. His cock erect and twitching while he carefully massaged the hot women with fireproof gloves on his hands. If he ever tried fucking the slavegirls, it would certainly not end well for his fleshy cock inside those smouldering bitches.<br/><br/>For all the fire that show seemed to enflame within the hall, (especially for the bunch of rugged male men who watching the centaur) there was another more serene looking display that complimented the fire beautifully. It was a basin, filled with pure turquoise water as big as a lake. Overgrown with rich flowers that perfectly bordered the red velvet carpet that seemed to run through the halls endlessly. Within the deliciously looking water (a sight so expensive and uncanny on a planet devoid of it) were creature that bore almost as many colours as Alice's hair contained. Especially the gorgeously formed<a class="externalLink" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs41/i/2009/033/9/3/Mermaid_by_NoFlutter.jpg" target="_blank">mermaids </a>who were performing fellatio at a few captains that were sitting on the edge of the water.<br/><br/>There was off course an endless supply of sights to be seen, from fluffy racoon-alike girls to genetically enhanced Malcir with humanoid bodies that bore tentacles in place of their hair. A thousand and one sights, filled with drugs, drinks and music that rang in your ears.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Welcome''</span>Alice said, watching each and every one of the group gaze upon the wonders, lust for the warmth, or just watch the patrons.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Welcome in the<i> real </i>dystopia.''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>