"Miss, it is time for you to wake up," one of the orphans says, eyes glued to the floor.

  "Ok, thanks for waking me up," I react, still startled by the wake-up calls. I usually am awake, getting only a few hours between the kig in my womb. Starting towards the door. The orphan girl walks out ahead to handle her chore. Still naked, I return to the first floor, where the bathing room is. I would've liked w and living here if I could just be a masseuse. Great bath, meals, soft bed, and if I wasn't su ass, a lot of friends. But that isn't all I do.

  Finally, I reached the bath area. It is just like the bath in the masseuse's room just bigger. The stant waterfall appears to circute the water. I'm unsure if new water is being created or if the water is being ed and reused. I grab some soap and a brush and step into the water. Only Yuki and Mistress get others to wash them; the rest of us have to do it ourselves et help from irls to .

  While I'm not really friends with the irls, we all help each other with the little things like this. I start to work on my ls. They are toned and long, plenty to show off on stage or around a partner in bed. I scrub hard on my fair skin, I may not have scales all over my body, but I've found my skin to be quite tough, like scales but with the smooth feel of human skin.

  Mistress allows us a shaving stohat shaves all our hair below our eyebrows, which is excellent for keeping us smooth to the touch, but a few girls like their bush or want a slightly different pattern around their down there, so they have to shave the usual way. Even if I wahat look, I couldn't keep it. My belly has typically been too big for me to shave myself, and that is something no girl wants to do for another. I quickly make my way to that region, using my hand to carefully wash my abused pussy and currently limp dick. Then, to my stomach, still bloated from the oversized pregnancy. Before I was here, it used to be just abs. I worked hard to keep them like that when I was young. I don't know if I'll ever get them to look like that again.

  My breasts have ged the most here. Each css I'm forced to gh here has put me through yet anrowth spurt, and the only part to grow each time was my breast. I went from a nice 32D to my now 34G. Part of that growth was likely the milk I'm always carrying around. Some of which I release while washing them. Finally getting my face. Switg to my shampoo, I the grime from my long hair. I haven't cut my hair once here. The only thing keeping it from pooling at my feet is my seve height. It reaches down to my mid-thigh.

  Knowing I'll need help to get my backside, I look around and hope to see Mai, but I don't see the cute cat. So I see if others are about to start their back so we help each other. I see Vasati starting on her hair, so I start heading in her dire, careful to keep my tail from hitting anyone. "Hi, Vasati. Would you like to help each other our backs?" I ask, and everyone always says yes, but I know they don't like to help me due to my wings making it take longer.

  "Sure, you help finish my hair up? We o make up time for you." She has the sed lo hair, barely losing out to me ih.

  "Of course, thanks." She's a wood elf, so her hair is a beautiful brown and gives off a faint smell of the woods if it is . She has also beehe lo of all the girls, beating my time by about fifty years. She is one of the few here staying by choice; she earned her freedom forty-seven years ago. I'm not sure why she hasn't asked for better aodations. Mistress would definitely give it to her, but she seems happy, so there is no point giving it much thought. Only two irls are here of their own will, Yuki and a human girl named Ciara. Ciara runs the dang se, while Viasati runs the prostitution portion.

  With two of us w on her hair, it goes much faster. Ohat is done, I start on her back. Being a wood elf, her skin is tanned. I work quickly. We rarely get that dirty. Plus, we are sure there is a sing spell oer to make this process faster. When I finish, we have to move away from everyone so I have room to uncurl my wings enough to expose my back.

  The brush soothes my muscles a bit. It takes Vassati longer, partly due to my size, and dealing with my wings takes more time. Then she has the part others hate, to do my wings. They are massive but never seem to get very dirty. I'm unsure if that is a hidden passive or just weird luck. Fifteen mier, I started to get dried off. Once more, some heating magic helps the towels. The really hing is how fast it gets our hair pletely dry. With my body no longer smelling of the painful birth, I start my walk bay room. A few girls are walking down dressed, ready to work.

  Once baside, I started to get dressed. I loosely my breast to keep the jiggling somewhat in cheext es my underwear. I 't really do the standard sexy underwear due to my penis, but Mistress has had some pairs made especially for me, but once again, I ighose and pick a more fortable pair. Then, on to a dress, I usually only wear a simple robe, which is easy to get on and off and is precisely what the ers exped want. When I first started, I always wore something slow to get off, not thinking about the fact that I had a limited time to give a massage and an ending for them. I got a lot of pints before I figured out what they wanted. I wasn't happy to wear so little clothing for a job that really shouldn't require sex, but I couldn't let the pints stack up, or Mistress would probably make me do it naked. But today, I would get to keep my clothing on, so I put on my st sundress with a little ribbon around my stomach. Small heels finish the outfit, and I head down the main stairs.

  We only use the stairs when we're dressed for the show, which I am now. On the first floor, I head for the kit/eating room for lunch. The food is pin, and we must feed about thirty girls and fifteen orphans, requiring the meals to be simple. We rarely have much time to eat, so it isn't much of a loss. Walking into the kit, I could see most seats were taken. Most girls fiheir bath soohan me, so I wasn't surprised. I see Mai. She seems to have already eaten and is just waiting for me. I gh the lio get my lunch, an apple, some bread, and soup. Fill a cup with water and walk over to Mai.

  "Hi, kitty, I missed you in my bath today. I was hoping to calm myself with your tail." I tease.

  "Finally, Yuki said you went into bor over a day ago, and I wasn't able to see you. I was worried, you know." mumbling the ending. I'm unsure why she always gets so shy when I flirt with her; maybe she likes me? I don't feel like asking; if the answer is yes, we have our tracts keeping us from doing anything; if it is a no, I don't want our friendship to be ruined, so I only guess. I sit on her right and start to eat quickly.

  "Sorry. Lot. Of. Kids. Long. Time." I get out iween bites, which is not very dylike, but I want to talk to her so everyone will have to deal with it. "I. Will. Have. More. Time. Tomorrow."

  "Good, you my tail the best, and I really want to take a nap sug some milk out of you." Her blush came through after saying her wants. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but at one point, she started sug my nipples during a bath and found I was ctating. I guess she has a guilty pleasure. I love it whes the ce to do it. It feels way too good. Unlike most of my ts and the few kids, I get to breastfeed. So, while I don't really get to breastfeed my kids, I get to do it to a little kitty instead.

  "I would love that." After finishing the bread, I started w on the soup, which had cooled a bit.

  "I've got hostess duty tonight, so I've got to head over there tahings. You aren't w the floor tonight, right?" As she starts to get up, she asks.

  "No, just massages tonight. Tonight, I will start gettis for my batch."

  "Good, well, have a rexing break. Hopefully, my night be that easy. Last night, I had a very active older woman. I'm still a little sore from everything she did to my ass. Bye rainbow, have fun up front."

  "Sorry to hear that. I'll do my best. Bye, kitty" She turns to leave, waving her ass and tail i tease.

  With her gone, I speed up my eating; most people have left, and just a few orphans are still eating. They likely don't have anything to do till a little after the ers start rolling in. I return my pte a my apple on the way to the entrance. For now, the only guest that enters will be ing to see me. The rest of the girls have a few more hours till ers go for them. The irls set the stage and then start their makeup. I don't have to put the makeup on. Mistress has never said why, but I assume it is due to the stantly ging colors of my hair and eyes, which is the only difference I think of.

  I don't take long to make my way to the entrance. Any area that guests typically see has a grand appearao help the powerful ts feel they are at a party fit for the Queen if they ighe whores. I shouldn't use that word to describe myself and the irls, but sometimes, it is almost funny. I've long gotteo hearing the phrase shouted by patrons who don't st here long; those who want to enjoy their time here know that they o be o everyone; well, except me. I'm forced to be friendly no matter what they do to me. It is rare for ao cross a lihat lets me kick them out. I only think of two instances. Both were after I gave birth, and they wao do something I would typically have no choice but to say yes to. I move behind the little ter on the left side. This one is just for any special services we do, which has typically been my massage service for the st few years. The main ter was oher side, but no one was there.

  I rarely have to wait long for a er. I've been giving massages for about nine years, and I'm probably the best iy, so I'm always in demand. I even have a waitlist. I work the waitlist from suo midnight through the seventh day. Luckily, I don't have to do anything sexual for those; I would be too disgusting by the end of the day to help anyone relieve stress. The rest of the days are first e, first serve.

  Bored, I started to check if any new decorations were added. It only happens generally once a year, but it is the only thing I do. The same five paintings are still here. One is of the Mistress hanging over the door to her offiext to the main ter. Another of Yuki, in a piano performance, looked stunning in a white dress. Hanging on the wall in the middle ainting of the fouhe woman was almost the same as Mistress; she smiled more. One above me urple flower. I asked Mistress about it, but she refused to tell me what the flower was and what it represented. I'm betting it is the main ingredient for some aphrodisiac potion. It could also be a fertility potion, added shortly after I got my first breeding css. The st is a miniature painting of girls dang, signaling our top rating from the brothel ma ittee. They e by each year to check how good each brothel is and rank them. They also do random iions to ensure all the ws are followed. They've never found anything wrong with my treatment, so I don't think there are many ws. Probably just horny nobles finding an easy way to get cheap sex from good whores.

  The st notable decoration is the rge delier in the middle of the room. Seve in diameter, hundred little magic fmes. It was added st month, an upgrade from the 6-foot-diameter ohe amount of light it could give off made it seem like we had a personal sun in the room. Luckily, she didn't keep it on that bright; I would have a blind spot in my vision from it. Right now, it was barely on, just enough to have light refract through the many crystals from which it was mainly built. Everyone said it looked better when I was in the room sihe light my tail off gives it a lot more color; I obviously don't know what it looks like without me, so I'm not sure. But looking at it with me here is pretty, so I'll take the pliment.

  I hear some heels w up the marble stairs to our door. When someone is behind the special service ter, a light is seen on the front of the building, letting those walking outside know we have a special going on. It probably means I am taking ers for a massage because this ter is rare for anything else. The heels have a deliberate fall, so whoever is ing up has had a lot of practice with the heels. Most likely a high noble or a retired showgirl. Showgirls are rare, but they are much more likely to e in for a massage than participate in what goes on behind the wall and curtains.