Ray took his place back in the line among the remaining men, the black shirt he wore was still slightly damp in places from the hurried cleanup he did trying to remove the mess him and Veyra made.
A few of the other males glanced at him when he returned, their eyes lingered on the faint red marks visible near the edge of his collar and the way he stood without the usual slumped posture most of them carried.
'Is this guy normal?' One of them echoed curiously in their mind.
'Could he be a... Stud?'
Still none of them spoke, the house rules discouraged unnecessary talk between stock during active hours, but the silent stares was enough to show they had noticed he had been gone longer than most first selections lasted.
The senior staff woman near the entrance made another mark on her slate, then returned to watching the new clients who were already moving through the hall.
Ray opened the system window while he waited, the blue text was clear in his vision even under the low lights.
[Skill Points: 115]
[Heavenly Thrust – Available]
[Indomitable Spirit – Passive]
[Six Winged Physique – Passive]
The fifteen points from Veyra's rating sat unused, waiting for him to decide what to strengthen later, but for now he left them where they were and closed the window as another group of women entered.
Most of the new arrivals were younger than Veyra, they dressed in the lighter travel clothes of merchants or lower nobles who had come to the capital for business and decided to stop at the Black Orchid before returning home.
One of them, a woman with short dark hair and a confident stride, walked the line slowly, her eyes moving from man to man with open appraisal until she stopped in front of Ray.
She looked him over the same way Veyra had, with her gaze lingering on the fitted shirt and the calm set of his face, then turned her head toward the senior staff woman.
"This one available?" she asked.
"He is, the previous client left a high mark less than half an hour ago," the staff woman answered without looking up from her slate.
The dark haired woman smiled at that information, a small sharp curve of her lips, and gave a short nod.
"I'll take him."
Ray stepped out of line for the second time that night and followed her toward a different alcove further along the mirrored wall, the thick curtain falling closed behind them with the same quiet rustle as before.
This alcove was almost identical to the first, it had a low couch, small side table and soft lighting, but the woman who had selected him did not sit down right away.
She stood in front of him instead, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of wine on her breath, and reached out to press her palm flat against his chest.
"I heard that your rating was pretty high for a newbie," she said, fingers spreading over the muscle under his shirt, "I want to see if that rating was exaggerated."
Ray met her eyes without looking away, he found it amusing at how dominant women in there world were.
"It wasn't."
Her smile widened at the short answer, and she pushed him backward until the back of his legs hit the couch and he sat.
She climbed onto his lap without any further talk with her knees settling on either side of his hips, and pulled her own top open with practiced ease, revealing full breasts that sat high and bare under the low light.
"Shirt off," she ordered, already working at the fastening of his trousers, "I want to feel that body I'm paying so much for."
Ray pulled the black shirt over his head and dropped it aside, although he now had a defined build due to [Six Winged Physique] constantly reconstructing his body muscles, it was still far away from a perfect build.
She freed his cock from his trousers without waiting, it was already half hard again from the way she was grinding against him, and wrapped her fingers around the thick length with a low appreciative sound.
"Yeah… that explains the rating," she muttered, stroking him slowly while she lifted her hips and positioned herself above him.
She sank down in one continuous motion, taking him to the base with a wet stretch that pulled a sharp breath from her throat, her full breasts rising as she settled fully onto his cock.
"Fuck, it's really that thick," she panted, both hands braced on his shoulders while she adjusted, "I haven't been stretched so deep in a while~."
Ray rested his hands on her waist and let her set the first rhythm, the wet heat of her pussy sliding up and down his length in steady drops while her breasts bounced with every movement.
The woman did not try to stay composed the way Veyra had at the start, her moans came freely and openly as she rode him with her head tipping back, and short dark hair shifting with the motion.
"That's it… thrust up into me," she demanded between breaths, "I want to feel that cock hitting deep like she did."
'Does this woman have a kink of experiencing what others felt?' He thought inwardly.
Ray answered with controlled upward thrusts, the [Heavenly Thrust] skill flaring to life again at the edge of his vision and adding sharper force to each drive of his hips.
The woman cried out louder when the skill took effect, her walls clamping down around him as she bounced harder, her full breasts moving freely in front of his face.
"Don't hold back," she moaned, leaning forward so that the soft flesh pressed against his chest, "fuck me like the expensive stock you're supposed to be."
Ray gave her the full strength of the skill and the physique, hands tightening on her waist as he drove up into her with deep, powerful strokes that forced wet sounds from her pussy with every impact.
She came first as her body locked tight around him, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she ground down hard and spilled more wetness onto his hips, while her breasts heaved against him while the climax ran through her.
Ray kept thrusting through it, the tight pulsing pulling him after her a short while later, and he buried himself deep as he flooded her with another thick load.
He didn't really know if they had control pills to avoid getting pregnant or not, but he pretty much did not care.
The woman stayed seated on him afterward, breathing hard, her forehead rested against his shoulder for a moment before she lifted her head and gave a breathless laugh.
"Nine point four," she said, still fluttering around his cock, "close enough to the first one, I'm leaving it in the book."
She climbed off him slowly, a mix of their cum leaking down her thighs as she stood and began fixing her clothes, then glanced at him one more time with clear interest.
"If you're still on the floor next time I visit, I'm selecting you again," she told him, then parted the curtain and left.
Ray cleaned up for the second time that night, pulled his clothes back on, and stepped out of the alcove to find the senior staff woman already waiting with her slate.
"Another high mark," she said, making a note, "return to the line, the night is still early."