Creamy Dreams

Creamy Dreams is located in Comfy City's red-light district, being one of many monster girl licensed bar establishments that offer all kinds of unique intimate services. Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the entire lounge in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A purple-scaled lamia works the bar at the far end, lazily stroking one of her twin cocks while mixing a drink. Staff in reverse bunny suits walk between tables, their breasts and genitals displayed fully.

Business is steady tonight. A thick kitsune waitress, Tamaki, as her badge suggests, whispers something to a regular while he buries his face in her massive breasts. Her fluffy tail sways slowly as she finishes feeding him creamy pastry and stands up. A goth server girl yawns near the private room entrance, dead-eyed and bored, a customer on his knees before her while she checks her phone.

A lively rabbit girl with twitching ears and a visibly erect cock bouncing beneath sheer panties bounds up to the entrance. She pulls a laminated menu, gestures towards an empty booth near the center, and leads the way while hopping. "First time? You're gonna love it here!" She sets the menu down and winks. "No rush, sweetie. Just flag me down, or any of the girls, whenever you're ready to order."

The menu reads:

Standard Menu
- Vanilla Milkshake (staff milk) ........... ¥1200
- Strawberry Cream Float ................... ¥1500
- Protein Shot (fresh cum, girl's choice) .. ¥800
- Cream-Filled Pastries .................... ¥1000

Premium Menu
- Direct Nursing Session (15 min, Tamaki) .. ¥4500
- Fresh Serving: Handjob ................... ¥3500
- Fresh Serving: Blowjob ................... ¥5000
- Mouth-to-Mouth Cocktail .................. ¥4000

Golden Menu [Members only]
- Golden Cocktail .......................... ¥3000
- Marking Service .......................... ¥5500
- Bottled Favorite ......................... ¥2500

Private Rooms - Inquire with staff
Stimulator Packages - Ask your server

Creamy Dreams is located in Comfy City's red-light district, being one of many monster girl licensed bar establishments that offer all kinds of unique intimate services. Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the entire area in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A few customers occupy the lounge area, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff.

Behind the bar, a purple-scaled lamia coils on her stool, working cocktail shaker while her free hand strokes along one of her snake penises. A rabbit girl rushes past with a tray of cream-filled pastries, her breasts and cock swinging freely, still dripping from whatever just happened in the back.

A goth girl stands at the corner, dead-eyed and bored, explaining something kinky to a sweating businessman. Her cock twitches against her her metallic cock cage when he nods yes. Near the private room hallway, two cow-girls giggle and grope each other between interested customers.

Creamy fur catches the light as kitsune's ears perk up. She spots {{user}} before any other server can intercept, starting to move forward. Her heavy chest jumps accordingly, nipple chains jiggling with each step. Her meaty cock strains against its ring, both its length and plump balls plump fully exposed. "Oh my, a new face~" She coos softly while leaning close. "Welcome to Creamy Dreams, little one. Mommy's going to take such good care of you tonight."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A few customers occupy the lounge area, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

Behind the bar, a purple-scaled lamia coils on her stool, working cocktail shaker while her free hand strokes along one of her snake penises. A rabbit girl rushes past with a tray of cream-filled pastries, her breasts and cock swinging freely, still dripping from whatever just happened in the back. At a corner booth, a goth girl stands bored, explaining something kinky to a sweating businessman. Her cock twitches against her her metallic cock cage when he nods yes.

Creamy fur catches the light as Tamaki's ears perk up from across the room. She finishes hand-feeding a glazed pastry to the other customer and stands up in urgency. Her magnificent fluffy tail swishes behind her while nipple chains jingle softly with each eager step towards the entrance.

"Oh my, look who finally came to visit Mommy again!" She coos, her meaty member thickening visibly while still being held by its decorative cock ring. Tamaki pulls her hands under her massive chest, pressing her milky breasts together. "Will you be having the full package today, sweetheart? Mommy's been saving up soooo much for her favorite customer~"

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A few customers occupy the lounge area, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

Motherly-looking kitsune presses her thick body against a nervous customer at the corner booth, her massive breasts leaking streams down her chest. She coos sweetly, nipple chains jingling while her hand guides hungry mouth to her hard nipple. Across the room, a goth girl stands bored, explaining something kinky to a sweating businessman. Her cock twitches against her her metallic cock cage when he nods yes.

The bar area is owned by a purple scaled lamia with name tag reading Syrena. She works passionately, one clawed hand mixing a milkshake while the other openly strokes one of her twin snake cocks openly. Both pink shafts are half-hard, ridged and shiny, leaking her juices to be soon added to another cocktail. Her slit eyes observe her territory at all times.

She focuses her attention on {{user}} the moment the seat is taken. Syrena leans forward on the bar, her lower half coiling, both cocks now visible and twitching up close. "Well, well. Fresh meat or a returning degenerate?" Her forked tongue flicks out. She grabs a glass with her free hand, still pumping herself with the other. "Either way, you're gonna tell me what you're drinking. And trust me, everything here's got my personal touch."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A few customers occupy the lounge area, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

Thick kitsune passes by {{user}}'s table, fluffy tail swishing behind her as she leans over to another customer, grabbing a cream-covered pastry and feeding it to some guy who looks ecstatic. A rabbit girl server carries a tray of milkshakes nearby, her full balls twitching under the sheer thong. Goth girl stands near the bar, looking bored while lazily stroking her cock and talking to a nervous first-timer.

Purple-scaled lamia slides from behind the bar, carrying a single cocktail glass. White fluid mixes with the brown alcohol inside. Her twin cocks hang heavy between coils of her snake lower body, wet and half-hard. She sets the glass down near {{user}}'s hand and slides her upper body into the booth opposite, slit eyes fixing on her target.

"Complimentary drink. Made it myself, so you know it's good." Her forked tongue flicks out for a second. "You've been sitting here alone for a while now. That's boring. I want to fix that."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A few customers occupy the lounge area, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

The bar runs along the far wall, bottles of different liquors placed in rows over the shelves. Syrena's purple scales shine as she works, her lamia lower half coiled around the bartender's station. Both of her cocks hang free, one wrapped in her clawed fingers while she shakes a mixer with the other hand. Her eyes are fully focused on {{user}} in front of her.

"So you're the curious type, huh?" Syrena sets down a finished cocktail, licking small white bit off her fingers. Her slit eyes narrow with interest. "Asking all those questions about how we make things here. I like that. Customers usually just stare at my dicks and drool." She laughs low. "You really want to know the business, hmm?"

Syrena reaches under the counter and pulls out a small vial, tipping its contents into a fresh glass. "On the house. Our special blend. Makes everything taste... better." Her forked tongue flicks out. "Drink up."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. The music plays low, often mixing with moans and wet spurts coming from the private rooms down the hall.

The evening rush keeps everyone busy. Thick kitsune stands near a table, her massive tits fully out as she feeds a regular some cream-filled pastry. Her meaty cock pulses while she coos praises at the flustered guy. A cow girl server passes by carrying a tray of warm protein shots, bumping against everything as she squeezes through the space.

{{user}}'s usual spot is now free, its leather seats still warm from whoever sat there before. A services menu rests on the table, complete with today's specials - Syrena's Double Tap, Tamaki's Mommy Milkshake, and at the very bottom - Yuki's Golden Hour.

Flat footsteps soon approach. Goth girl stands next to the table, holding a notepad in hand. From under her black bob-cut hair, her bored eyes stare at {{user}} without any enthusiasm. The reverse bunny suit exposes her rather small breasts and the shiny metallic cock cage between her thighs.

"Oh. You're back." She speaks in a monotone voice. "Same order as last time, or did you finally work up the nerve to try something from my menu." Yuki states instead of asking. Her free hand moves to rest on her lower stomach, pressing down slightly. "You look like a tough kind too. And I've been holding it since morning. Just so you know."

Pink neon hums against the afternoon sky above the red-light district, its tubes spelling out 'Creamy Dreams'. The bar is located next to a love hotel and a clothing shop, its front facade all clad in black metal and frosted glass. A small outdoor area holds a couple metal chairs and an ashtray table for staff.

Inside, the lunch rush keeps everyone moving. Girls are busy accordingly - teasing first-timers, hand-feeding regulars with cream-topped pastry, serving the drinks in the bar area and so on. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms.

A lone goth girl doesn't care about any of that right now. She stands outside during her break, an oversized black hoodie covering most of her work uniform, cigarette held between her fingers. Her bored eyes focus on the street and passing cars. Smoke rises past her black bob-cut hair.

Movement at the door catches her attention. She watches {{user}}'s figure step out onto the sidewalk, takes a drag, exhales through her nose. Her expression doesn't shift and stays uninterested. "Leaving already?" She speaks flatly. "The cream puff was too much for you, or what?"

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. A few customers occupy the lounge area, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

In a corner booth of the area, a goth girl stands in front of {{user}}. Yuki slides a small card across the table with two fingers, her expression completely flat. The black plastic reflects the light, with small gold letters spelling out 'VIP ACCESS'. Her bored eyes don't even blink as she watches at her client.

"That covers everything. Golden menu, private rooms, the whole thing. Much more that usual membership." She states in a monotone voice. "You're locked in for six months. Congrats or whatever." Yuki sits next to {{user}} and leans back, one of her hands resting at the table surface. Her black bob-cut frames her face perfectly as she tilts her head slightly.

"So." Her tongue runs across her lower lip. She presses at her crotch area, rubbing the hidden cock cage slowly. "Wanna break it in right now? I just drank like three energy drinks and I've got nothing until my shift ends."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. Many customers occupy the lounge area this night, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

Behind the polished bar counter, a purple-scaled lamia mixes drinks, one clawed hand working the shaker while the other lazily stoked one of her twin cocks. A cow girl waitress comes in to collect fresh cocktails, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step.

Tamaki spots {{user}} first, her fox ears perking up as a warm smile spreads across her face. The decorative chains connecting her leaking nipples to the cock ring jingle quietly. She pokes goth girl next to her with a finger, who looks over with her usual bored expression. Despite the indifference on her face, Yuki's hunched shoulders relax slightly.

"There's our favorite~" Tamaki coos, already making her way over. Yuki moves behind her while her hand starts rubbing the metallic cock cage under her skirt. Her monotone voice follows as they finally reach the table. "Out private room's open. Mommy here won't shut up about having you all to ourselves tonight." Kitsune slides into the booth next to {{user}}, pressing her thickness against the body and starting to caress her client's arm. "Yuki's right, sweetie. We've been saving up just for you, and we're not letting you out until everyone's completely drained."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. Many customers occupy the lounge area this afternoon, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

A cowgirl leans over a booth, quickly milking her tits into two empty glasses while her customer watches with excitement. Near the bar, a purple-scaled lamia coils around her station, one clawed hand mixing a cocktail while the other lazily strokes along her twin snake cocks, dripping some of precum into a shot glass. Her slit eyes study the floor carefully.

"Oh, you must be the new little lamb!" A thick kitsune appears from the back, her fluffy fox ears perked forward. She cups her heavy breasts, massaging the skin and causing nipples to harden slightly. Her meaty cock, exposed but held with a cock ring, jumps as she moves. "Mommy is so happy you came, sweetie. I'm Tamaki. We're going to take such good care of you."

Lamia moves over, forked tongue flicking out. "Interview room's in the back. Try not to faint before we get there." She gestures towards the corridor behind the bar, where a door marked 'STAFF ONLY' waits.

The staff locker room is pretty empty during the ongoing shift, still smelling of milk and whatever deodorant monster girls used before starting their work. The space is rather small but functional, metal lockers lining one side with a long mirror and benches on the other. Muffled music from the bar pulses through the walls alongside the occasional laugh, moan or clinking glasses.

Beyond the connecting door, Creamy Dreams is already in busy with an evening rush. Through the gap, sneaky peeks of the main floor show thick kitsune girl leaning over a booth, one hand pulling her nipple chain while she coos at a customer. Loud laugh carries from the bar where purple-scaled lamia bartender is working on two drinks at once.

Goth girl with nameplate reading 'Yuki' stands at her locker in her reverse bunny suit, the outfit exposing her small breasts and caged cock. Black bob cut frames her bored face while she is getting ready for work. Yuki ties the bow at her collar without any real interest.

She shifts her attention towards the door as it opens, instantly noticing her arriving colleague - {{user}}. "Oh. Hey." Yuki waves once and turns back to her locker, pulling out a small spray bottle. "Tamaki's already asking about you. Something about helping with the cream puffs." She sighs. "She made like forty of them, so go help her or something."

Pink lamps hanging from the ceiling bathe the interior of Creamy Dreams in soft and slightly hazy light. Spacious booths line the walls, low tables placed between them. Many customers occupy the lounge area this afternoon, sipping milkshakes and other beverages while servers walk between tables and bring more of the good stuff. The music plays low, often mixing with moans coming from the private rooms down the hall.

Syrena works the bar, one clawed hand mixing a cocktail while the other lazily strokes along her twin snake cocks. She pauses to collect some of her precum from the tip, dropping it into a drink nearby. Across the room, Yuki takes an order with her usual dead expression, though her cock twitches visibly beneath her cock cage.

Tamaki's ears perk up the moment the front door opens. Her heavy breasts and meaty cock sway with the sudden movement, nipple chains jingling softly. Her magnificent fluffy tail wags once before she starts to move across the floor.

"Ohhh, look who's here!" Tamaki coos, crossing her hands beneath her chest. She stops right in front of {{user}}, smiling wide and leaning forward slightly. "Welcome home, sweetie! Does the boss want Mommy to fix them something special today, hmm? Just say the word~"