<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6WUNyz7.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Devon Winters</strong></span><br/><strong>Location: Entrance Hall</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Tilisa | Ricky | Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She didn't know why Tilisa was so nervous in the one safe haven for people like them, but the girl looked so cute that Devon could easily forgive her her skittish behaviour. She took her hand with a firm grip of her own. "Devon," she said, her own smile turning more sincere now. She was quite happy to learn more about her, in part because she was the first futanari Devon had ever met in her life. That she was about to catch up with a vengeance was obvious though; there were several people walking past, and even before Devon was able to question Tilisa about where she was from and how she'd ended up here, a beautiful redhead approached them. Devon found it difficult not to quickly size up their groin area, finding that most people here wore clothes that did little to hide their sizable members underneath. Even in the two minutes she'd been here Devon had noticed people in various states of arousal, and although she couldn't altogether blame them, it did surprise her. After all, she'd spent half a lifetime sofar trying not to lose control like that.<br/><br/>"Hey Ricky," she greeted the newcomer, although that was probably a bad way to describe her considering how Ricky was the only one who actually knew the ins and outs of the refuge. Devon introduced herself again, then followed as a tour was quickly started. She didn't really care too much about learning the proper layout; she was going to be here for God-knew-how-long, and she'd rather spend at least some of it marvelling over everything being new. Her thoughts wandered as she followed the alluring girl, trying not to focus on how she looked, and how she looked from behind in particular. She even glanced to the right but that only shifted her focus to Tilisa, who was a vision, albeit a somewhat more innocent looking one, in her own right.<br/><br/>Devon would soon discover that the refuge was inhabited, it seemed, entirely by beautiful women, though. During the tour she didn't see a single unattractive person, and as they passed the medical offices she just glimpsed one of the staff members entering the psychologist's office, making it abundantly clear that not<em>only</em>the refugees were stunning.<br/><br/>"So is being seriously hot a prerequisite to be here?" she wondered out loud, and there was a hint of cynicism to the words. Part of what had made being in control of her urges easier was the fact that Devon had lived most of her life in one of the most remote places in the United States. There were more moose than people, and even then, the folk of Ester were mostly hairy men well above their thirties - not exactly her type.<br/><br/>Like Tilisa, the mention of the extractors was what had her properly surprised though. She eyed the door Ricky had indicated warily, trying to figure out what that was supposed to be like. "Must be some pretty amazing things for people to go out there and use a friggin' machine to get off," she said, distracted by her blushing fellow newcomer. The contrast of Tilisa's bashful appearance and her growing state of arousal were getting to Devon, and she tensed a little, focusing on her breathing more consciously for a bit. After all, she really didn't want to lose that carefully constructed self-control the moment she'd crossed the threshold, just because here, she<em>could</em>.<br/><br/>The mention of a gym caught her interest, and she wondered if there would be any boxing equipment, or at least some punching bags. Running around the premises was all good and well, but she needed something a little more intense to work off her frustrations around here. Devon followed Ricky and Tisila into the bedroom, which was next to the one she'd be spending her days in the forseeable future inside of. It looked simple and clean, not too big but still a lot more luxurious and private than the barracks she'd been used to.<br/><br/>Leaning against the doorpost with her shoulder, Devon let her bag settle on the floor before crossing her arms, focusing on Ricky now. "So you're saying the<em>refugees</em>here are free to do whatever they want together, as long as it isn't in public?" She inclined her head to one side a little, not wanting to seem too interested but her curiosity piqued for sure. "Does that happen a lot, or does everyone go into their cubicles several times a day like good girls?" She could scarcely imagine it; of course, Devon was well practiced at getting herself off, but she'd always much preferred the company of another woman.