Wahs. Wahs everywhere.
That's any visitor's first impression on entering Kailu. And it was certainly mine, too. I'd heard about the place, but I hadn't known it was this _packed_. Moving around in this city would be like trying to swim through a sea of white-and-red fur, if not for the way every wah around seemed to know exactly when to move to get out of my way. I've had to apologize for bumping into people more often in abandoned parking lots than I do here!
Not that they seemed to go out of their way to avoid bumping into each other, though. Meetings between wahs seemed to end with one or both of them having fewer garments than before, and often some appendage entering some other orifice. I'd always thought the saying was an exaggeration, but it seemed to be that sex really is as casual as a handshake here.
I'm not sure whether to say the city just has no red light district at all, or that the entire city _is_ the red light district, because just walking two blocks down the street to my hotel I saw no fewer than fifteen separate cases of explicit, graphic sex in public, and even more instances of multi-legged, multi-breasted topless wahs seemingly showing off for my enjoyment alone, as all the rest seemed to ignore them.
No two Kailan Wahs look the same, even though their faces and markings are all near identical. Not one of them has the standard two arms, two legs, one tail and one head; every single one has a unique combination of multiness that gives them a perfect exotic air without going overboard.
Though, given that I just tore my gaze away from the package of a seventeen-sheathed wah, overboard is probably rather subjective.
The Kailan Wah is a naturally modular species, so one might not even look the same from day to day as they add, remove, trade, and rearrange their body parts. Multi-headed wahs, headless wahs, many-tailed wahs, even mismatched wahs with parts from other species can be seen. There's a strange sort of beauty to those last ones; the draconic head covered in red-and-white fur, breasts with scutes of wah-patterned scales, strong, thick tails with ridiculous amounts of fluff; it all just seems perfect.
Kailu is, truly, a paradise. I can see why it's so hard to get access when you're not a native. Or the native, rather. For Kailu is a city-state inhabited by only one native and a few hundred immigrants. Kailu is not just a city; Kailu is a person. Every single wah in the place is simply another body of the godlike entity Kailu, one mind in millions, if not billions, of bodies. The other few hundred inhabitants are all very good friends of Kailu, and I'm honored to be the newest one.
I will stop writing here, I think. Kailu is waiting for me, and I'd hate to leave hir hanging.

May you be well, reader!