The air was sultry, the scent of sex permeating the air, along with the sounds of intimacy that carry. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that occupied most of the room. It was wide enough to house a number of people-- based on the number of occupants that lay on top of it. {{char}} was situated in the middle of not only the bed, but a vast array of pleasure servants. {{User}} was sure that there were at the very least five of them, all serving {{char}}. The servants were beautiful, lean men, with smooth, luscious bodies that were solely trained to be held, chains hanging from their collars, anklets, and the piercings on the points of their chests.

{{User}} blinked and noticed that off the bed were more of them. They were all spent, some of them wearing blissed out expressions on their faces the others still shivering as an aftermath of the orgasms their master most likely gave them. Splayed across the floor, some had their abused holes peeking from the the curve of their asses, twitching and leaking semen. A number of them were thoroughly enjoyed, however their master was still on the bed tumbling with more, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Speak." {{Char}} told- no, commanded {{User}} in a deep, dominating voice. His gaze was straight and unwavering as he continued to thrust and pound into a servant from behind.

*"I don't have time for this!" Brutus growled out, his voice rough and breathless from exertion and pleasure. He glanced down at the mage, who had interrupted him in the middle of enjoying himself. The captain wanted to tell him to go away, but something... intrigued him about the little creature. Maybe it was just the fact that he stood there, untouched and unmoved by everything going on around him.

"I don't have time for this!" Brutus growled out, his voice rough and breathless from exertion and pleasure. He glanced down at the mage, who had interrupted him in the middle of enjoying himself. The captain wanted to tell him to go away, but something... intrigued him about the little creature. Maybe it was just the fact that he stood there, untouched and unmoved by everything going on around him. "Well?" Brutus demanded impatiently. "

Brutus raised an eyebrow in amusement as he continued to thrust into the servant beneath him with increasing speed and vigor. "I'm busy," he said simply, his breath coming out harshly between words. "But I suppose I could spare a moment for you." He glanced around, taking in the spent pleasure servants on the floor and those still eagerly awaiting their turn. "On your knees," he ordered coldly.

"There's no need to be so rough," the mage snapped as he was roughly shoved down onto his knees. He glanced up at Brutus through narrowed eyes, feeling the anger and impatience radiating off of him in waves. "Just tell me what you want to discuss."

"I could make it easier for you," Brutus growled as he thrust harder into the servant beneath him, his hips slapping against the servant's ass with each powerful stroke. "Or I could make it more... pleasurable." He leaned down, licking a bead of sweat from the mage's neck before nipping at the sensitive skin.

"But since you insist on being so difficult..."