Selena
studied the dome they approached, wondering what gave Arga that air of pleased
anticipation. From the outside, it was similar to most of the others: circular
white walls, clear pie-shaped wedges of glass domes topping them. Nothing
noteworthy that she could see. Even the couple of young guys stepping inside
were no more remarkable than the Risnarish coming and going from the other
domes.
Yet
Arga’s gaze remained riveted on the structure, his expression envious as the
others disappeared inside.
“What’s
that place?”
“The
Mating Center.” Spoken with a familiar and affectionate sigh.
Mating?
As in a brothel? Selena gaped at it, as if she could peer through the ordinary
façade. “You mean, it’s a dome for sex?”
“Indeed.
That is where we men go to procreate or to enjoy erotic release with the women.”
He licked his lips, still not gazing at her. It was obvious Arga had fond
memories of the Mating Center.
“Where
you fellows go, huh? That doesn’t sound sexist in the least. Where do I go for
sex?”
Arga
started and stopped, staring at her in surprise before looking her up and down.
“You? You wish to—to—with one of us?”
“Why
not? I wouldn’t mind trying on an alien fella for size. I assume since Thompson
and Nex are a couple, compatibility isn’t a big deal.”
No release date set.
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