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</div>"Just follow your nose when you get to the obelisk in town square."  was what had been said.<br/>Luth had already forgotten that in his... excitement. But Ora was happy to let her nose lead the way. The way towards Restaurant alley was a left of the Execution Arena, a small, rather busy alley, it would have been a darkened lane, but for the copious small electrical lights coming from in the shops. It's flanked on either side by the mass female housing, which stretches across the river on stilts, and a large, well visited stocky square-is building with a great sign hanging over the entrances. It reads in Elaborate flowery text:<br/>Ye Olde Genkysou General store. Founded year of our gods, 3489 same as Genkysou.<br/>whilst the building is well worn, it does not look anywhere near that old.<br/>You think to yourselves that it might be a good place to find odds and ends like equipment and maybe even some expensive clothing... maybe even a map of Genkysou. It's just a real shame that you don't have any shells to buy anything. Without them, even a man would have a hard time. Most shop-keeps would happily sue for marriage, but not a one of them would give away a livelihood of good living for it.<br/>Shopkeepers were a strange bunch, after all.<br/><br/>Luth and Ora continued into the Alley, which opened up into a Food Hawker's den. Cheap wares and foods were on display, meats in floury Gourdplant tortillas were being ravenously consumed by the myriad of women and children returning from the Arena, all seeking an inexpensive way to have their early morning meal, before they set off for their daily work or school.<br/>A dingy sign hanging above one of the stalls, reveals in poorly spelled English:<br/>Boiling Gurl Alley.<br/><br/>And it soon becomes apparent why its called that. Row after row of small clear glass boilers are lined up at the front of the stalls. Each one contains an occupant, their heads poking out the metal pot lids that cover the tops of the thick glass pots. Each girl is bald, naked and bound tight, and slowly turning a delightful shade of red as they simmer painfully; still alive in the bubbling steaming waters.<br/><br/>Girls of all shapes and sizes are being boiled, from a row of toddlers gasping breathlessly in their saunas, to older teenagers with their big boobs, straining against the small size of their enclosures as they wiggled for relief. It was rather a lot quieter than you might imagine for an alley full of women being boiled alive... but most of them had clearly been on slow cook for quite some time, their faint,  laboured panting being their only sign of life in their lobster tinted bodies.<br/><br/>In the closest stall to you, a merchant clears away the leftovers from his last girl, and prepares a new one from the back room. as the door closes, you can see dozens of screaming girls hanging from the roof in the backroom. the large woman brings forth a young teenager from the back room with some effort and straining, and lifts her onto the counter space in the centre, between the line of boilers and sets her frog-tied body in a spreadeagled position, pushing her down hard into the grooves so she can't move, her large rack pushing up into the air in a pose almost certainly designed by the merchant to attract customers. The large woman removes a shiny, sharp cleaver from a drawer and uses it to expertly shave the sobbing girl's hair from her head.<br/><br/>"Please.... don't kill me... I was only a day laaaate.... wiiiiiith theeeeee.... reeeeeeeenttt.!!!<br/><br/>The merchant doesn't reply,silently completing her job without so much as scratching her product, then moving down to her pussy, scraping off the soft brown fuzz above her dainty nethers and their thick folds that hold her womanhood. A small stream of urine pisses out her and splatters the small drain in front of the stall... clearly, these merchants have worked out all the angles on their business.<br/><br/>"Come and get your girlmeat.. this one's fresh from the orphanage, delivered just this morning, and she's nice and juicy... Come and get your girlmeat."<br/><br/>The chef finished the hair removal process, leaving the girl freshly shaven from head to toe, from the fine hairs on her legs, to the eyebrows on her face. She continues sobbing, even as the Merchant takes a cup of water and a rag, and gently washes and dries her pubic region, making sure to do so in long broad strokes ending over her clitoris. The sobbing girl goes strangely silent for a moment as the merchant inadvertently.. (Or rather more likely... intentionally) brings her victim to a quick and efficient orgasm. The teenager makes a tiny squeak as her cheeks blush red.<br/><br/>"Enjoying yourself, you worthless little cunt? That was too good for a waste of food like yourself. Oh well, that was the last one you're getting... now up you go."<br/><br/>Then without further ado, her legs are squeezed open further and up by her sides, her hands are tied up over her shoulders, and she is hooked to a pulley and lever system that pulls her up, then lowers her into an already boiling pot of water. The poor girl shrieks in agony as the burning water touches her skin, leaving it red and raw almost immediately. The chef puts a pot lid around her neck.. and soon enough, she stops her crying, and just starts a sick, wide eyed sobbing, and gasping, nothing but empty hot air escaping from her lips. The Merchant brings down the boil a little bit, just so she can keep the girl going for a few more hours.<br/><br/>"Fresh Girlmeat, come and get it... piping hot and just off the pot.. Fresh girlmeat, come and get it."<br/><br/>Then she pulls one of the ones she prepared earlier from another pot, an older woman who had enormous scarlet titties. Her eyes were glazed over with a fine white caul.. and even her head, which had been poking up over the pot seemed to have been cooked by heat transferal too.<br/>Eager customers pointed at the juiciest bits of the dead woman, and the merchant hacks off bits of boiled buttocks and boobs, and fills them into a piece of folded floury thin-bread with some slices of gourd and pours a rich bone gravy over the top. The customer, some kind of strange looking Guard with a blue necklace, and a blue pauldron, tucks into the sloppy girl burrito happily, while handing over some shells and thanking her host.<br/><br/>The same scene plays itself out in a dozen storefronts all down the alley. As society's dregs are recycled into nutrients for the hard-working citizens of the Village. Each one feeding a score of people, and reducing the pressure on the limited vegetable and meat stocks. There are of course no men being eaten here... given their rarity, who would waste a man for food?<br/><br/>Your stomachs rumble slightly, reminding you that you have no shells to spend on food. you're going to need to arrange a job, or some income, find a place to rest at night out of the rain, and with some limited protection, and somewhere sanitary to use the toilet.. as the bound girl pissing herself on the counter has reminded you that behind your stiff cock, and your somewhat tingling pussy, your bladders are feeling a bit full... and you don't want to go just relieving yourself in the street or nearby river if you can help it.<br/><br/><br/>If there are three words that could aptly describe this alley to someone who has never been, whatever your feelings on the cannibalism, or societal unbalances on display in this seedy alley, at this very moment, any human being would be thinking the same thing.<br/><br/>It smells delicious.