Lyra passed the breeding buildings, looking in at the plumply baby filled occupants. Gods, how she wanted to be one of them. They got to sit inside all day getting fucked by a real man, and then got the chance to maybe bear a boy of her own. It was every girl's dream come true. A feint vile shrieking echoed through the city barriers as yet another unseen girl was vored somewhere dark by something nightmareish. Lyra couldn't make out where it was coming from over the mutterings and goings on in Restaurant alley.<br/><br/>As Lyra rounded the bend she could see some of the most important buildings in all of Genkysou. She saw the Red tent shades of the Slave Market stages, and the wooden abatoir of the orphanage. Further down were the Guard and Scout training buildings and headquarters and the conjoined barracks.... but most importantly of all was the Screaming Virgin tavern.<br/><br/>It was the place legends began over a drink, and where barfights ended legends. It had everything a girl could want, from Gorudplant Wines and beers , all the way to Firesnake brandy and Venus Man-Trap Whiskey. You could tell it was a good bar, because the heads of all those who had been late with their bartab still decorated the spikes on the front lawn. That meant they'd been fet to the Gourdplants... And everyone knew that the best Gourdplant beer was made from the bodies of former patrons. It was something of a Genkysou institution. They kept a good selection of beer, and regularly cleaned out their plumbing for swampsacs before they got into the establishment. On the top balcony, Lyra could see women dancing with men, naked with drinks in their hands... That was the VIP section... a place where the breeders could party with their husbands, without hangers on ruining the party for them. It looked... fun.<br/><br/>It was probably the busiest section of Genkysou, with young scouts learning their trade, and older ones getting some shuteye before their next journey out to the wilderness. Bidders were busy at work buying sex and snuff slaves from the markets... while Hawkers and Restauranteers made deals at the orphanage for tomorrow's meat shipment.<br/><br/>The smells and sights were all familiar to Lyra, after all, this was her home turf.