Art by CatherineMeow

https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/morpheuskibbe/folder/1239685/Royal-Indulgence/ 

Nyx was a little displeased about the under cover job she was currently doing.  She strolled through the streets of the multi week sex party in full swing.  Her toned and well exercised body was on display for passersby, tight butt and firm tits gently bouncing as she walked.  It was truly a bizzarro world that being stark naked in public brought her LESS attention than she would have gotten had she been dressed.  Though given the state of the city she was exploring right now… Booths with all manner of merchandise from the mundane to the truly shocking were passed by.  Women and men were just going at it in public  There was a girl strapped to a pole dry humping the air at anyone who passed by, a tip jar asking for donations in exchange for time with her.  A booth offering ‘monster rides’ had what looked like living coils of tentacle monstrosities in tanks.  Some tanks also contained women or men who were evidently paying to ‘swim’ with the creatures therein.

Nyx visited each and every booth, keeping her scanner implants running as she went.  Sometimes even placing an order or two to excuse hanging around a bit longer then normal.  If she could lock onto the point of sale systems the sellers were using she ran a connection and a quick hack to get their payment history.  She was looking for data.  The stripper, Atasi was her name if Nyx remembered correctly, had given her the sales data from the anomalous orders they had received.  This data could potentially be used to track down the buyer if she could find other places with the same order history.  Ordinarily she wouldn’t just be able to scrap this data without warrants, but given the exigent nature of the case, and the likelihood that her perp could leave town when the convention was over gave her some leeway.

Sure enough the payment info had been used at some of the other vendors.  There was no name associated with it, some sort of privacy feature.  It wasn’t criminal to use anonymous payment options, and in fact was fairly common when buying things from places like this.  That said it was also a good way to do less than upstanding things.  Her working theory was that this person was a trafficker, and that the message send was actually one of his or her victims managing to gain access to their abductor’s account, albeit briefly.

Nyx tapped her wrist as she left the most recent booth.  Her husband would likely be surprised by some of the ‘items’ they would soon be getting, but business expenses could be write offs too.  Most importantly she had another data point to check.  A map that only she could see popped up in front of her vision.  Implants showing all the purchases the anonymous payment had made.  They were mostly things you’d expect, cocks and dicks of every type and flavor.  Most interestingly though was the locations of the purchases and the less sexual ones.  The cluster seemed to have a location concentration.  A bunch of purchases in one area, getting less focused as they moved out from that area usually meant that in the middle was where the purchaser lived, or at least was staying.

The other purchases of note were the ones at restaurants.  They would have security and the purchaser would have seen someone.  Nyx spent the next three days visiting each and every one.   The managers were mostly forthcoming with their security tapes.  How much of that was due to them being questioned by a stark naked cop she didn’t know, but she had tapes.  They played across her vision in one eye while she walked.

Unfortunately, the orders looked like they were being picked up by couriers, of a sort at least.  Each order was picked up by a different largely unclothed female.  A scan of their facial recognition data returned most of them as registered prostitutes.  They wouldn’t know anything about any trafficking, and it would be hard to get their client list either.  A pro generally couldn’t be publicly sharing that sort of thing because if it got out then they’d simply stop getting clients.  Nyx would have to get warrants and have the pro’s interrogated which could take weeks.  Arcanovia would be over and tracking her perp would get harder.

She sent the girl’s info into the station with her request anyway, but for now she had to be a little more holistic to make immediate progress.
Near the center of the payment cluster, she was tracking were a few hotels.  She brushed off most of them quickly except for one.  The gilded Lilly was by far the most expensive of the bunch, and her best guess as to where her perp was staying.  How to get in though?  She wouldn’t be able to just intercept their recent payment information easily.  Even if she could justify needing it their security wouldn’t be easy to break.  And the hotel manager was very likely to fight her on permissions.

She’d need to get in, get closer to the central subnet to get the info she needed.  She could walk into the lobby just fine, but then what?  She wouldn’t’ be able to book a room herself, too much money to spend without prior approval.

She could try to proposition some of the guests.  A backup at best, not the least of which because she might end up actually having to have sex with them to keep her cover.

She wanted to find another legitimate way in, so she started looking.

It took a day or so, but she managed to find something.  One of the conference halls at the gilded lily was doing photoshoots.  A clothing company had rented it out to show off their new line.  Could that work?  Get herself hired as a model?

She sent some info and her request in, dummying up a resume wouldn’t be too hard and she didn’t need to be a star or anything, just in enough to get some hacks running.

“Oh boy I do wish I could see you now, partner” The reply came in, “Party girl in a district sized orgy, and now you want to be a swimsuit model.”
“Shut it, can you get me in or not?”

“Your ‘Agent’ just sent your info in.  Wait another day and maybe you’d have an appointment.  I was as enticing as I could be.”

Nyx thanked her partner and hung up.  The bloodhound could be a bit of a prick sometimes, but he was decent at his job.  This should work.  Would have to, she was burning too much time.

Sure enough the next morning she was called in.  She had her entry and was told that they’d be providing her clothes so she didn’t bring any.

Nyx sighed having a bad feeling already, but slipped some tracking bugs into the storage sockets in her arms before heading out just as undressed as she’d been all week.

At the hotel the photography company had someone waiting, “Well well, you aren’t you a tall glass” The coyote looking man said.

“Uh, thank you for this opportunity sir”

“Well we had a last minute cancellation so lucky you” The man strolled around her checking out her naked body.  Nyx stiffened as she felt his hands slide over her hips and up her sides, uncomfortably close to her breasts.  Then bit her lip as his hands actually touched her breast, sliding over and feeling her up.  She could feel him smile when she held still and let him, probably interpreting it as her submitting to his will. “Come along, I do think we can use you.” 

“Thank you, sir.” She said, swallowing her rapidly growing annoyance.  She followed the handsy gentleman as he led her to the conference room, a single bug fell from her arm as she walked and she stole a brief glance to confirm the tiny bot was crawling over to the front desk.  That was one.

In the conference room she dropped another bug that crawled over to the photography companies’ own computers as she was led to the center of the room.  She was scanning for access points the whole time and noting their locations to send more bugs.  The crew didn’t’ seem to notice anything and just handed her a bikini for the shoot. 

Nyx felt her face flush a bit looking at the skimpy thing.  It was irrational, she was naked right now so putting ON clothes shouldn’t make her feel more exposed, but something about it did.  She slipped it on and got onto the faux beach set they had set up.

“Oh, you’ll want this too” The coyote from before handing her something.  It was a small bead shaped cylinder attached to a wire.
“Uh sir…. Is this a vibrator?”

“Yes” He said matter-of-fact-ly with a grin.

Oh you prick. Nyx wanted to say to the man, but only internally grumbled as she tried to maintain her composure and took the device.