Neferi physically reeled backwards when she saw the images of Okeno in her mind's eye, gripping her sister's hand tight without realizing it. She realized with a sickening feeling in her gut that her bluff had been called and found to be the empty ruse that it was, and there was nothing more she could do other than accept the terms while they were still good, short of rebelling outright - but with just her and Munira in a foreign city the odds were not good, and there would be no mercy after such a thing. Besides, anything happening to herself would be bad enough, but she would never be able to forgive herself if anything happened to her sister.<br/><br/>So she swallowed her pride, forced herself to smile, and shook Lady Awan's hand. "Alright, we have a deal." It would be tough, but she had a slim chance of making it through without being penetrated and keeping some shred of her virtue that way, or so she thought.<br/><br/>Then Munira dropped the bomb and and Neferi froze, her jaw trying to drop to the ground. "Y-y-you..." she stuttered, her face turning bright red as she brain struggled to process the implications.<br/><br/>Neferi looked at Munira with a newfound... respect was not quite the right term for it. "H-how could you?" she finally managed to get out when they had a moment alone. "It feels like I'm the only one trying to keep the honor of the al-Samara name intact..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nude, Neferi was self-conscious, trying to keep herself covered with her bands. She fidgeted uncomfortably, keeping her legs pressed together as she watched the lewd demonstration in front of her. For a moment she wondered if Munira looked like this during her first time, and immediately tried to get the unwanted image out of her head with limited success.<br/><br/>Too soon for her liking her turn came up. She jumped as she felt the spank on her ass, and stepped forward reluctantly. The massage started out innocent as such things could go, kneading the knots out of the man's muscles with her hands, but soon enough her mentors encouraged her to rub against him with her entire body, the undine's blue skin pressing against the Mwangi's dark complexion. Bit by bit the pretense of the massage was forgotten, and Neferi's attention was directed towards pleasuring the gigolo with her hands, as she learnt how to grasp and stroke the shaft and fondle the balls to please a man. She had never felt so ashamed in her entire life, needing to constantly suppress her disgust and force herself to keep touching the vilely throbbing thing.<br/><br/>Neferi was unskilled at it and it showed, taking far too long to bring him to a happy ending. By then she had been told to try giving him a "breast massage" as well, squeezing the rod between her ample breasts until finally it shot out its sticky wad all over her chest. She felt relief more than anything else now that it was over, and couldn't wait until she could wash gooey stuff off, feeling like she had been stained unclean.