Lust and Royalty, Part Seven

Melisa emerged from the secluded alcove, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

The scent of perfumed pussy clung to Melisa's skin. She licked her lips and wiped the lady's fluids off her chin. 

[Fuck, that was intense,] Melisa thought, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. [You know, if this was what networking was like back on Earth, maybe people wouldn't want to throw themselves off bridges after 1 year of office work.] 

As she sauntered back into the main ballroom, Melisa couldn't help but notice the eyes that followed her every move.

Noblemen and women alike gazed at her with an open mix of desire, curiosity, and even a hint of fear. It was as if they could sense the power emanating from her, the raw, primal Essence that she'd just absorbed. 

She loved it. 

[That's right, bitches,] Melisa grinned inwardly, her tail swaying hypnotically behind her. [Take a good, long look.]