You knock on the heavy wooden doors to the inner city garden, glancing nervously over your shoulder. You don’t feel comfortable in this corner of town, and the stares that you’re attracting from the dirty street urchins makes you want to watch your back.

The door opens, and a lovely, petite woman welcomes you. She’s wearing a see-through cotton dress that does nothing to hide her perky nipples. A headband rests around her scalp, decorated with an elegant peacock feather that hangs down on one side.

“Hello. I’m here to speak with Aviana? I’m a journalist from the Urban Dodger, and we’d like to run a piece on her.”

“Lady Aviana doesn’t give interviews,” the woman said, her face eerily serene.

Right. You were prepared for this. With a furtive glance over your shoulder, you dig out three pieces of gold from your pocket.

“Did I happen to show you my, ahem, press pass?”

Your contact said that if you got into any trouble, just flash some gold in the attendant’s face and you could get just about anywhere in the Peacock Den. The whole business thrived on gold. The doorwoman’s eyes flash down to your hand, and her face lights up. She lets you in with a smile, pocketing the gold in a pouch on her dress.

“Right this way, sir!” She leads you on, her pert ass bouncing through the slinky dress in front of you.

Alright, you were in. Being an undercover investigator wasn’t easy, but you still had your share of tricks. You look around at the lavish interior of the small palace, the gilded decadence in sharp contrast to the rundown streets outside. The Peacock Den was known, superficially, as the most exclusive day spa in the city, catering to the highest echelons of power in society and politics. However, the rumors on the street were that the elusive owner, Lady Aviana, was actually running a high-end prostitution and illicit drug ring. It hadn’t escaped the city authority’s notice that several lawmakers and business owners were going out of their way to cater to the Peacock’s Den’s interests after becoming regular patrons at the spa. Clearly, the lawmakers had fallen victim to corruption, or worse yet, extortion, from the spa owner.

It was your job to get to the bottom of it and get solid proof to bring down the seedy lounge for good.

The woman leads you through a paradisical, walled garden filled with fountains and fruit trees, ridden with song birds that dart through the fragrant air. On the other side of the garden you catch a glimpse of an older lady sunning herself naked on a lounge chair, a young masseuse gently kneading her shoulders. On the woman’s right side sits a redheaded girl. She smiles and waves a long peacock feather back and forth in front of the older woman’s face, chanting some kind of meditative mantra into her ear. You can’t quite pick up what she’s saying, but you see the older woman’s head bob up and down in response to the redhead’s words.

Your host leads you on to a spacious room painted in rich hues of clay-red and amber. A spacious desk sits in the center, but the only chairs in the room are plush zafu cushions. Behind the desk sits a tall, dark-skinned woman, wearing the same see-through dress and feathered headband as your escort. She saunters to you, her stunning curves on full display through the sheer cotton.

“We have someone who wants to run a piece on the Lady,” your escort explains to the other woman. “For his…newspaper.”

“Ah…I see,” the thicker woman says, looking you up and down. “Thank you, Alicia, you may leave us.”

The girl gives you one final sidelong glance before gliding out of the room and shutting the door behind her. In front of you, the other woman leans forward, offering her hand. You shake it, trying to keep your eyes off the cleavage spilling out of her dress.

“My name is Nina, the assistant manager for the Peacock Den,” she introduces herself.

“Jack,” you reply, “reporter for the Urban Dodger. I love the facility so far. You have quite the set-up for a simple day spa.”

“Yes, only the finest for our clientele,” Nina chirps as she goes and rummages through the desk. She takes out a single stick of incense and sticks it in the back of a golden peacock statue before lighting it. The thick plume of smoke curls through the air, filling the room with the scent of exotic flowers.

“So, how can I help you today, Jack?” Nina asks, sitting with her back straight on one of the zafus. You squat down on another cushion facing her, straining to keep your eyes off her curvy body and locked in on her smiling face.

“Well, if it’s not too much trouble, I would like to speak with the lady in question. The…uh…Lady Aviana?”

“Yes. We can arrange that,” Nina says, tilting her head at him, her voice light and airy. “But the Lady Aviana is rather busy. I can answer some of your questions first until she’s ready to see you.”

Something smells fishy, (fish mixed with incense) but you don’t have any good reason to refuse, so you go along with it.

“Well, let’s start with some of the services you offer to your clients. What was the…erm…session that I saw in the garden on the way in?”

“Oh, the one the Countess Du Jolie was enjoying. Yes, that is one of our more popular guided relaxation sessions. Many of our clients have trouble letting go of their worries and their stress. The Lady Aviana has some very unique methods for that.”

Nina fiddles with the feather in her headband, pulling it out and letting it swish back and forth between her fingers.

“Perhaps you’d like ot try?” She says, waving the feather in front of her luscious breasts.

You nod, your eyes wide with excitement. The smell of the incense hangs thick in the air.

“It’s very simple,” Nina said, her hand gently flicking the long, colorful feather back and forth. “We just have our patrons breathe deep…sink into their bodies…let them focus on something pretty…like my feather…do you think my feather is pretty, Jack?”

You examined the feather. Iridescent colors swirl around a golden circle that dances so softly through the air, almost like an irresistible, compelling eye.

“Yes,” you say, automatically.

“And as you keep breathing in and out….deep inhale and exhale, you feel peaceful and relaxed….happy and agreeable…”

You watch her round breasts swell with every inhale. You feel drifty and floaty.

“Do you like my body, Jack?” Nina asks.

“Yes.”

You don’t know why you’d confess to that, but thinking of anything else is just too much effort. Nina smiles and lets her tits fall out of her dress. She brushes the feather up and down her nipples.

“Who do you really work for, Jack?” she asks with an amused grin.

“The local city authorities. I’m investigating your business for fraud and extortion.”

You watch the pretty feather dancing over the sexy breasts. You can tell Nina anything.

Nina smiles and leans forward. Your eyes are completely fixated on her rack, you never see the feather circling closer and closer, until it brushes over your eyes.

“Sleep,” Nina commands you. Your eyes shut close.

“Hmmm…another naughty investigator come to expose our dirty secrets. Well, Jack, follow me and I’ll take you to see the Lady of the House.”

She flips the feather up from under your chin, guiding you to your feet. She beckons you with it, walking backwards as she leads you down a hall to a grand set of golden doors inlaid with sapphires. She herds you inside, and you stand before a raised dais, your mind slowly piecing itself back together.  

“I believe the Lady Aviana is ready to see you now,” Nina whispers into your ear.

Atop the dais stands a tall lady. You’re not sure if ‘lady’ is the best way to describe her. She has a long, snaky body with slender, graceful legs. Her body is lithe and athletic, and her gorgeous face sits on top of her swan-like neck, her eyes two shining sapphires that hold you still. The lady has no hair, but rather a scalp of colorful feathers hanging to her shoulders, framing her face. Her body is naked, but she sports a long bundle of feathers that grow out of the small of her back, trailing behind her like a skirt.

She lifts herself on her beautiful legs and walks towards you with long, sensual steps, her head swaying back and forth like a snake.

“Wh-what’s happening?” you mumble, both frightened and fascinated by this alluring woman.

“You are here to meet the Lady Aviana,” Nina said, her hands gently brushing down your body, swaying your shoulders. “The Lady Aviana doesn’t see just anyone. But all who gaze on her are changed forever…”

The seductive bird lady was swaying, almost dancing now, her shining blue eyes piercing yours and muting your thoughts. You can feel the blood in your body pulsing to her rhythm as Nina’s hands drift down to your waist, pulling down your pants.

“The Lady Aviana gives us dreams…she tells us what to believe and takes away all confusion…Let her enter your mind and subdue your will…”

You realize too late what is happening. It’s far worse than you thought. It’s not just simple bribery or blackmail. You’re dealing with a full-on, mind-controlling cult all to service some ancient demigoddess of seduction. You have to get out of there before it’s too late!

The Lady Aviana senses your panic and smiles coyly. She lifts her arms over her head, and suddenly her tail feathers fan out.

A hundred eyes, beaming with every color of the rainbow, shimmering and dazzling in the light, stare into you. You feel your mind in free fall as you gaze helplessly at the psychedelic display of light and color. You fall to your knees, your head wobbling on your neck even as your eyes remain glued to her dazzling feathers, completely at her mercy. Nina continues to chant to you as she gently toys with your rock-hard prick.

“You serve the Lady…The Lady controls your thoughts…you cannot resist the Lady…You will fulfil her every desire…you are a slave for the Lady Aviana…”

Aviana continues her hypnotic mating dance as you sink under her spell.

You thank Alicia, the attendant, for all her help and make your way back down the dirty alleyways back to headquarters. You have your report all written out in your mind, waiting to be typed for the official roster. Nothing out of the ordinary. The Peacock Den is completely above board and has only its extraordinary customer service to thank for its success. You drift down the streets, a happy tune stuck in your head as you gaze at the peacock feather in your hands, losing yourself in the shimmering patterns that make you feel fuzzy and content.

You can’t wait to bring your supervisor here tomorrow.

Author's Note: For the record, I am aware that, in nature, it is the male peacocks who have the flamboyant tail feathers and not the females as this story suggests, SO DON'T BOTHER POINTING THAT OUT!