<strong>Anya<br/>Auditorium<br/>Tagged: everyone</strong><br/><br/>Anya smiled, a flash of white teeth as Russel shook her hand and introduced herself. But talking was stuck on hold as the Madame made her presence and the curtains lifted, revealing Tina's bare ass for the world to see. Anya snickered and when Isoke got up, her heart race quickened. His touch stayed with her until they were no longer in reaching distance,  and her eyes remained on his wonderful backside as he walked up the aisle and toom the stairs to the stage.<br/><br/>She was on the edge of her seat as she watched him pick a bamboo cane and take a batting stance behind the dragon girl. His roar was feral as he swung, stoking the ever burning fire beneath her breast. When he stopped a hair from her bottom, she didn't laugh with the others but watched with a baited breath as he tapped her rump.<br/><br/>Her lips curved in a wicked grin. Her Isoke wasn't up there for the pure physical act of punishment. He took it a little deeper than that. He was calculating and a thinker, much like the cruelest of harpies. Sure they loved bloodshed and violence, who didn't? But when you got deeper into the enemies head, it ruined more than just their outer shell.<br/><br/>When Isoke sat once more beside her, she took his hand, but kept her eyes on the stage as the next boys took their turns. This time it was a harsh swing, the clap echoing, but it was targeted right above her tail. Anya grimaced. If it was anything like the sensitive spot above her tail feathers, Tina was most like aroused and damp now. The next boy, the witch, did the same, and his stick broke from the pressure, but only after he swatted red welted letters upon her smooth cheeks.<br/><br/>Anya's hand was now gripping Isoke's rather tightly. She hadn't realized how aroused she would get from such a display. It was maddening, but she cooed softly as she waited for the next male ro take his swings. Her mind was a whir as she thought.<em>Arachne did say anyone could go up...</em>