Keya's eyes widened in pleasurable surprise at what the two young women saw before them. The hostess and owner of the suite, Bethanne greeted them. She was a tall woman, nearly six feet, with shorter blond hair pinned back with a sparkling beret.  Softer blue eyes tamed her otherwise intimidating height and elegance. She wore a sheer black camisole that left her midriff bare, showing off a diamond pierced navel. The eye catching swell of her breasts were quite visible, her nipples would have been too were it not for the camisole's strategically placed embroidery that covered them, each with a diamond stud sewn into the fabric. She otherwise only wore a matching short silk skirt, her bare toes painted a seductive bright red. The woman was likely fifteen years their senior, yet showed her age very little and only pronouncedly in her manner. The thought of lying naked with this woman made Keya positively squirm.<br/><br/>"Oh good, Keya, and your friend Adeni, right?" The woman said. Keya had remitted the invitation she had received several weeks ago, along with Adeni's name of course. Bethanne it seemed was as smooth and attentive as she was beautiful.<br/><br/>"Come in, please. Come in," Bethanee said warmly. "You both look so delightfully sexy!"<br/><br/>The feel and ambiance of the residence was immediately obvious. The lights were low of course, candles were lit about the larger living room generously. The smells were wonderful, a mix flowers and new rain. There were two L-shaped couches that dominated the center of the room, with two love seats placed around at opposite ends of the room.<br/><br/>Just in the living room there were already six other women, all of various ages and each quite beautiful and alluring in each their own ways. All were dressed, if scantily so. Two were kissing longingly, all sat closely with comfortable affection. Introductions were made, smiles all around with small handshakes.<br/><br/>"We of course have plenty to drink if you wish, wine, vodka, slyvy too of course, help yourself," Bethanne offered pointing to a well stocked bar.<br/><br/>An open door lead into another room, presumably a bedroom, likely a guest room. It was clear what was going on in there, with three writing naked women had gotten a head start on the festivities. The smacking of lips and the hushed moans of pleasure filtered into the living room, competing with the soft music that played.<br/><br/>From the earliest of times the Vicenary urged their sisters to gather and celebrate their femininity.<br/><br/><em>Gather sisters, and often. Celebrate one another in love.</em><br/><br/>That was the passage passed down over the generations. Most interpreted the urging quite literally, some thought it meant more than just a celebration of the flesh. Indeed, were the Vicenary to look down upon these women, they would be pleased, even if their words had been understood too strictly.<br/><br/>Even still, most of these women had never met one another before, but for who they brought with them. The idea was to mingle and socialize, like any party. However, the openness and sexual liberty the Vigintian society had cultivated ensured the clothes would not stay on long, and the pleasantries would soon be followed up with more sincere engagement of lips and more.