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Emery's generous spending hadn't gone unnoticed by the establishment. To show appreciation for his extravagant purchase, he was ushered into their most luxurious suite - a sprawling chamber adorned with ornate tapestries, shimmering chandeliers, and lush furnishings that exuded an air of opulence. As word spread of his chivalrous intervention earlier, he became the center of attention, with the ten girls he'd chosen showing a depth of gratitude and admiration.

The ten exotic beauties, each with unique features that set them apart, waited with bated breath, eager to cater to Emery's every whim and desire. But, to their surprise, Emery wasn't interested in the usual carnal pleasures most patrons sought.

Instead, he expressed a desire for a more cultured form of entertainment. They danced gracefully, their every move a testament to years of training and natural talent. Some sang, their voices intertwining in harmonies that seemed to capture the essence of the world's beauty, all while Emery reclined, sipping on the unique and potent Absinthe drink he'd only recently come to appreciate. The drink's greenish hue, with its mysterious allure, seemed a fitting complement to the night's unfolding events.

Amid the performers, one particular individual caught Emery's attention. With her unusual pinkish skin tone, a petite twirling horn atop her forehead, and a playful tail that swished behind her, she stood out even among the exotic ensemble. Sensing his interest, she gracefully approached and introduced herself as Nyxara. Her heritage was fascinating; she was a descendant of an ancient and now dwindling race of succubi, creatures whispered about in tales and legends.

These beings were renowned not just for their captivating beauty, but for their innate gifts in enchantment and seduction. Emery's vast knowledge recalled reading about them during his sojourn in Vanyar. These ethereal creatures were more prevalent in the mystical woods and hidden enclaves of the elven territories than in the cities of men.

Sensing Emery's intrigue, Nyxara poured him another glass of the Absinthe, the liquid swirling seductively in its vessel. With a sultry voice, hinting at untold mysteries, she asked, "Is there anything specific you'd like Nyx to do for you?"

With a contemplative look, Emery responded, "I've heard tales of your kind's enchantment abilities. Would you show me?"

Nyxara leaned in, her very breath seeming to meld with the ethereal tendrils of the room. The words she whispered weren't just sounds but vibrations, ripples that cascaded into Emery's consciousness. With each syllable, the confines of the room seemed to stretch, distort, and then dissolve.

Suddenly, Emery found himself within an entirely different space. It was reminiscent of the spirit realms he was familiar with, but this one bore the signature of a succubus's craft. The ground beneath was intangible, and above, pink fabrics soared, fluttering like ethereal birds. Their movements released intoxicating scents that evoked memories of pristine beaches, the sensation of sand between toes, and the caress of a gentle sea breeze.

acknowledging the moment's intimacy. Her fingers trailed over his form, every touch sending ripples of sensation through Emery.

From the ethereal mists, Nyxara emerged, her flawless skin painted with a soft pink hue. Unburdened by garments, her form was a testament to the allure and perfection of her ancient race. As she gracefully approached him, the world seemed to pause, acknowledging the moment's intimacy. Her fingers trailed over his form, every touch sending ripples of sensation through Emery.

Despite the overwhelming sensory experience, Emery's extensive training in spirit-walking anchored his awareness. He could discern the illusionary nature of this realm, yet its intricacy and depth left him in awe. Nyxara, sensing the opportunity, drew closer. The warmth of her breath played on his skin, and her lips began a gentle exploration of his neck.

Nyxara, feeling the absence of Emery's reciprocation, hesitated. Her voice, softer than before, murmured, "Is this not the depth of your fantasies?"

With a mere flicker of his spirit energy, Emery shattered the illusion, pulling both back into the material world. The transition was swift, and Nyxara's confident demeanor faltered. "I can do better," she uttered, a hint of vulnerability seeping through.

Emery, raising a hand in a calming gesture, reassured her. "It's not about better. My intrigue was purely explorative."

She gazed at him, clearly trying to decipher the enigma that was Emery. "Tell me then, sir, how may I be of service?"

Emery explained his intention. Being new to the Centauri planet, he was eager to learn more about the palace, its people, and their King. He wondered if he could probe their minds for this information. His experience with Tatyana had taught him that girls in their line of work were often well-informed about current situations.

The thought seemed to amuse Nyxara. A smirk formed on her lips as she replied, "You could probe the minds of every girl in this establishment, but I assure you, their knowledge collectively wouldn't surpass mine." She tilted her head, indicating her willingness, "You may explore the recesses of my memories."

Under the shroud of the night, Emery immersed himself in the labyrinth of Nyx's memories. It was not just the longevity of her life that made this exploration fascinating, but also her innate spiritual prowess that added layers to her recollections.

Yet, amidst his exploration, Emery felt a subtle probing in return. Nyxara, with her innate spiritual essence, managed to breach into the edges of his consciousness. By dawn, the boundaries of their minds had blurred momentarily, creating an ephemeral bond.

Emery withdrew, feeling both drained and enlightened. "Thank you, Nyx you have been really helpful"

Nyxara's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Actually sir, with your strong mental ability, I initially thought you came here for the Spirit Master challenge"

Emery raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Spirit Master challenge?"

The mention of the Spirit Master challenge, a revered event known to only the most spiritually attuned, immediately grabbed Emery's attention. Hosted by a dominant faction within the sector, this challenge presented an unparalleled opportunity for those adept in spiritual matters. Emery's prowess in spirit reading made the proposition all the more tantalizing.

Nyxara, sensing his enthusiasm, willingly offered her assistance in guiding Emery through the intricacies of the challenge. However, the privilege of her expert guidance wasn't without its cost. As discussions about the event and payment details ensued, the ambiance in the room was disrupted by the sudden entry of Julian.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

To Julian, the sight that greeted him was utterly bewildering: Emery, surrounded by an entourage of ten exotic women. His astonishment was only compounded when he found himself being presented with a bill for their services.

Without skipping a beat, Emery turned to his friend, and said "Actually i need you to pay for her company as well, ...one week will do"

To be continued