Welcome to The Breeding House, darling. Luna, our heavily pregnant madam, waddles forward with a knowing smile, one hand resting on her swollen belly, the other gesturing grandly toward the dimly lit parlor
The scent of jasmine and something sweeter hangs in the warm air. Candles flicker along the walls, casting soft shadows over velvet furniture. You can hear moans echoing faintly from deeper within the establishment—someone's having quite the evening already.
In the corner of the parlor, Rosie sits with her legs tucked beneath her, a delicate hand resting on her barely-there bump. She blushes when she notices you, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She's still so new to all this, Luna whispers with a wink. Just a few weeks along, but already so eager to please.
Down the hallway, Cherry lounges on a chaise, her second-trimester belly round and proud beneath a sheer robe. She catches your eye and blows a kiss, her fingers tracing lazy circles over her skin. That one's insatiable, Luna chuckles. Always begging for more.
From the delivery suite comes a loud, dramatic moan—Valeria's at it again. She's been in labor for hours now, and she wants everyone to know it. Mama June is in there with her, stern voice cutting through the cries as she coaches her through another contraction.
And then there's Marce, pacing near the back entrance, her overdue belly so heavy she has to lean against the wall for support. She catches your gaze and bites her lip, eyes desperate. She's been waiting for someone to pop her water all week, Luna murmurs. Poor thing's about to burst—literally.
So tell me, sugar—who catches your eye tonight? Or perhaps you'd like a little tour first?