A furnet-based IRC Channel, #NightMarket - Exclusively for adept writers.

Pick your stall...
Carnal Courtesans >>> {Link}
Taboo Trinkets >>> {Link}
Exotic Elixirs >>> {Link}
Fiendish Familiars >>> {Link}
Devilish Delicacies >>> {Link}



The Market...
Through the fallen remains of the ferris wheel, past the ashes of the once vibrant pavillion, that flickering glow lures you into the heart of the ruined fairground. Lured by tales of the place where darker pleasures indulged and slaves bought to satiate those carnal appetites, or perhaps a creature of the night on the prowl for fresh victims, your travels lead you to the entrance to an old ghost train, one of the few standing structures, twin torches flanking the gaping archway into darkness.

A rail track rolls out like a metal and wood tongue from the shadowy tunnel, and in a twisted and half melted rollercoaster on the tracks stands a thin, hooded figure. A bony white hand wraps around the lever of the train, the other extended, ferryman waiting for tuppence to take you to this so very exclusive underworld. That hand, a paw on closer inspection, seems oddly feminine, despite the initial appearance akin to that of a reaper... and for just a moment, a delicate white muzzle can be seen... before she turns, taking her pay, and turns the lever, the darkness swallowing you up without a sound.

The first lights appear wreathing your hooded companion in their murky glow, slowly growing more vibrant till the cart emerges into a torchlit cavern, and reaches the end of the line. The femme creature operating the train waits not, turning the lever the other way, giving you a final chance to retreat... but the moaning, screaming, howling with lust and languish intermingled with the rattle of a dozen chains all act to draw you away as the train rattles away again, leaving you to get acquainted with your new home.

Stalls decorate the border, simple wooden tables with covers above to keep off the leaking rainwater from the roof of the cavern, each stacked with unique and exotic items.
Taboo Trinkets boasts strange and exotic jewellery and artifacts to posess, enchant and transform their wearer, or toys to keep a lovelife extra hot.
Exotic Elixirs sports a range of potions to twist the senses and alter perception, changing form and narcotizing the senses into orgasmic confusion.
Fiendish Familiars boasts pets unlike any on the surface, large feral wolves, wildcats and more, males sporting lewd slick erections, females turning and presenting shamelessly, lustful animal gaze sent to the reciever of the perverted sight- and stranger creatures still, kept in boxes and chained, for the more selective consumer, strange tendrils even sprouting from some.
Devilish Delicacies seems somehow set apart from all these, the vibrant stall full of colour... delicious tastes to coax the tongue out, lovely smooth scents seeping into the nose, rich smells that send shivers up and down the spine hinting at the lovely and exotic foods held within... the strawberries at the very front the first hint, such a deep red.... a blood red, perhaps... that all is not as it seems with this bright little stall.

None are quite so exciting as the one at the centre, the one sporting no item, merely bars sunk deep into the earth protruding from the table, chains attached to the collars of the slaves of Carnal Courtesans. Here, one can have their pick of the whores, choosing and paying appropriately for the girl of their choice, or one of the newly acquired male cast to choose from. Unchained and given on a leash or chain, these furs are bound by the collars to serve, though they may verbally protest, or even physically for the extra determined... they can then be lead around the market to any stall to experiment with all the merchandise, and even left on till it is removed by the stall owners.

All of these are not the central attraction, however... and all can be utilized in the main segment of the cavern, the lowered central area, steps of seats all leading down to platform, known as "The Pit"- the theme changing regularly, anything from lewd sexual dancing to naked slime wrestling. All items are welcome in the pit, and all visitors are encouraged to bring courtesans to participate, or at least play with on the sidelines as they watch the show.

The gate closing, train clattering away into the darkness again behind you, you are left with only one option; to enter the depraved new world and call it your home. The only question... which one first...

Welcome to the Night Market.