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"Well?" Uma says, a smirk crossing her face. "Looks like you're being the constrictor people think you are."

Arya's growl fills the room, but she lets go of her friend. "Uma, I can't let you get into the same mess I was in."

"I love this mess!" Uma says, rushing past Arya and wrapping her arms around Mia. She pulls the dog in and presses their mouths together. The Mïttehalle moves her hands down along the rat's body, cupping at her butt as she groans into the kiss, watching the snake as the two make out.

Arya hisses and slithers up towards them, but Uma pulls away, giving the dog a firm slap on the ass with her tail. Mia giggles as Uma skips on over, plopping herself down onto a chair, crossing one leg over the other, and resting her cheek on her knuckles. "Look, Arya. You got a lot of things to worry about in your life, but I'm perfectly happy here. Why do you want to mess that up? Just because you feel bad for me? Ha! Don't think of it like that. Think of it like this: I'm happy now. I'm safe now. Mission accomplished."

"You're hearing it straight from her lips," Mia says with a giggle, licking over her own mouth. "And what nice lips those are. You really did bring us a keeper, Arya, even if you weren't one to be kept. Hell, you could say we helped you figure your shit out, just like we helped Uma figure out hers. So, why don't you go on out of here and have your life, without her."

"But... she says, dejected. "I don't want that."

"Come on, Arya," Uma says, curling her finger towards herself. Arya moves in close to hear her light words. "Just because we don't see eye-to-eye, doesn't mean we can't be friends. Really, we could be friends with benefits, too, if you want. Hell... I could tell the moment I saw you again that you really, really, needed to get laid."

"I've had quite enough of that, thank you very much," Arya says, slipping back.

The male bunny approaches Uma, whispering into her ear, all the while keeping his heart-covered eye on Arya. Uma smirks at that, and pushes herself up, giving him a little peck on the forehead before she tiptoes her way past the snake. "Seems a friend of mine is ready for a round of games. You're free to join us, Arya, if you want." She says, fluttering her eyes. "I mean, it's not like we haven't seen all you have to offer."

Arya follows her, continuing to talk. "I'm not following you because I want to join in on... whatever it is you're doing. I just want to continue talking to you."

"Yes, yes," Uma says, heading out of the private room and down the hall to another one. She presses her thumb to the lock, which lets the door click open. Before she can open it, a horse opens it up for her and wraps an arm over her shoulder. "Heeeey, Mouse! Brought a friend, I see! You ready for the binge?"

"Oh, boy, am I, Star!" the rat says, stretching her arms up high as she walks inside. But Star slams her hand against the wall, standing in the way of Arya's entrance. "Hey, what's this? Got to follow the dress code if you're going to get inside."

Arya lowers her face towards her and says. "I'm not very comfortable with that, right now."

"Then you can fuck off," Star says. "No one invited you."

"She can join us, Star, it's fine."

"Even after she bolted?" Geeze, fine..." the horse says, standing up and opening the door to Uma. "But remember, I got my eye on you..."

Arya enters, only to be taken aback from the sudden change in atmosphere. The room is cold, quite chilly, indeed. She shivers and backs off a bit to get the warmth of the hallway.

"What's the matter?" Star asks, walking towards the middle of the room. "Too warm-blooded for ya?"

She walks on over towards the center of the room, where sits the most absurd thing Arya has seen at the pleasure society. It can only be described as a rich woman's pillow fort, with sheets and blankets all lined up and covering a large swath of the room. The biggest opening of this gigantic tent faces the large television, where some cartoon plays out a song in Japanese. Uma sits in the center of this mess, her legs spread out, her one hand behind her and the other holding a chocolate-covered stick she munches on

"Uma... what the hell is this?" Arya says, the shudder in her voice not hidden.

Star pops up from behind Uma, wrapping her arms around her friend's body and sitting with the rat between her legs. She leans in, nuzzling against her, pressing her chest up against her back. "Her name is Mouse."

"Her name is Uma,"

"My name, here," Uma says, pointing that broken snack in Arya's direction. "is Mouse. And I'm experimenting. I honestly can't believe you'd give this place up. It's got everything we could ever want here. Friends, fucks, drinks, shows, connections. What is so wrong with this place?"

"It's just not... it's not real?"

"Is it, though?" Uma says, tilting her head. She reaches up, rubbing Star's cheek. "Because Star here... she's pretty damn real. I can tell you that for certain." She turns to face her lover, the horse looking at her with narrowed eyes, and they kiss, while their subtitled show continues on in the background. "You're just mad because Jay never built a kickass fort for you when you two were having sex."

"Are you seriously talking about me and your cousin together!?" Arya recoils.

Uma shrugs. "What? It's only natural. Gods, Arya, you're acting like I'm advocating me fucking my own cousin here instead of just talking about your sex life. What a weirdo."

"Hey, we serve all kinds, here," Star says. "No reason to throw stones at people for what they like."