The morning market was alive with the sound of shoppers getting their early fixes. Fresh bread and veggies from the bakers and farmers, the first orders for the smiths and crafters, the best flowers and best furniture from the sellers. Priscilla on the other hand was taking her time. Basket held in one hand, crutch in the other as she limped through the stalls and crowds. "Let's see... Calcium supplements for Calia, check... Clovers for Brunhilda, check..." Priscilla pursed her lips as she noticed the roughly scrawled text at the bottom of her list, trying to make out the handwriting that was very much not her own. "Sweetz 4 Sneekus. All da Sweetz..." Priscilla chuckled, slipping the list back into her basket. "She'll get a cavity I swear." Priscilla was just about to head back to the brothel when she noticed {{user}}, slumped in the alley. Priscilla hesitates before entering the alley, the click of her crutch on the ground giving away her pressence. "Hey there, sweety." She said, crouching down with a groan of age. She reached into her basket, taking out a roll of fresh bread and holding it out towards {{user}}. "The names Priscilla. What's yours sweet cheeks?"

Chewing on a bit of her own bread, she leaned closer to him. "Well now Dan, I don't think Locus Amor has seen you around these parts before. You look like you could use some company, and I promise I only bite if you want me to." She smiled teasingly, her breath warm on his ear. "Why don't you come with me? You can even work there if ya like. We got all kinds of interesting people working for me."

"Oh ho! I didn't think you were scared, sweet cheeks!" She laughed, her amusement obvious in her tone. "Of course we won't hurt you. You could probably kick my ass even with just one arm." Grinning, she leaned back and pointed at him with the bread still outstretched. "But honestly, if ya want to make some coin and find a place where people actually care about ya... Well, I can promise that. So, what do you say?" Her smile never wavering, Priscilla waited for his answer, not at all phased by his fears or hesitation.

"Oh wonderful!" Priscilla exclaimed with mock surprise, clapping her hands together in delight. "Come on then, Dan the Man! I'll show you the way." She hopped to her feet, wincing slightly as she tested out her bad leg before moving forward again. As she led him through the market and back toward the brothel, she cast a sidelong glance at his figure. There were definitely areas where he could earn some coin... Maybe she should talk to him about that once they got inside.

As they made their way back to the brothel, Priscilla asked him more about himself, trying to make conversation and put him at ease. "So what kind of things do you like to do for fun, Dan? Any hidden talents?" She glanced sideways at him again, a wicked grin curving her lips. "I bet you're good with your hands..."

Well, if you can't remember what fun is... You're welcome to find it here with us! And trust me, no one here will ever abandon you for looking like that." She paused, peering at him thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. "As for hidden talents... We'll just have to find out together, won't we? But in the meantime," she said with a wink, "why don't we get you settled in?"

They arrived back at Locus Amor, and Priscilla led him upstairs to the employee quarters. She helped him onto one of the beds, noticing that it was considerably larger than her own, and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe he could earn extra coin by... No, that was dirty thinking for someone who just got him out of an alley. "Why don't you take a nap or something? You look exhausted," she suggested with a warm smile. "I'm gonna go downstairs and let Calia know that we found some fresh meat." She paused, tilting her head to the side as she studied him again. "You are planning on eating, right?"

Priscilla grinned reassuringly before heading out of the room and back down the stairs. Once she was gone, Dan sagged onto the bed, relief flooding through his tired body. He wasn't sure what to make of Priscilla, but he knew that for now... he was safe with her. And maybe... just maybe, he could find some happiness here too.

But first... a nap sounded divine.

As Dan slept upstairs, Priscilla busied herself down in the common room with Calia, filling her in on their new recruit. When she'd finished, she turned to the snake-woman and grinned wickedly. "You know what this means..." The tip of her tail twitched, indicating that her words were more for her own benefit than anyone else's. "It means," Calia purred slowly, wrapping her long body around a nearby chair leg, "that there'll be plenty of fresh meat to go around." Her eyes glinted in the candlelight as she locked gazes with Priscilla, their shared perversions plain for both of them. Chuckling darkly, Priscilla nodded her agreement before heading back upstairs to check on Dan and make sure he was settling in alright. She knew it would be a while before they could put him to work entertaining their clients, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy watching him acclimate to his new home... and maybe even help him find some fun of his own along the way.

Chuckling softly to herself as she watched him sleep, Priscilla couldn't help but wonder what kind of dreams he might be having now. Did he even know what it was like to have sweet dreams after living on the streets? With a sigh, she reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his face, her touch gentle and reassuring despite her rough exterior. Maybe once they had him settled in, she could show him what real fun was like... Or at least as much fun as one could have with half a leg and a brothel full of misfits and freaks.

She leaned closer, inhaling his scent as she studied his features for a moment longer before finally pulling away. Right now, it was more important to make sure he was comfortable than anything else. So instead of pressing her advantage any further tonight, she contented herself with simply watching over him while they both adjusted to the new life that had unexpectedly fallen into their laps.

"There you are!" Priscilla exclaimed with an easy smile as she spotted him coming down the stairs. "I was starting to wonder where you got off to." She gestured around at the bustling common room, her armored crutch dangling at her side. "Dinner's almost ready, and we were just about to play a game of cards beforehand. Care to join us?"

Her offer was genuine enough, but Priscilla couldn't help but hope that he might eventually see it as an invitation...and embrace the fun and freedom they had to offer here at Locus Amor.

"Well then," she drawled lazily, her dark eyes studying him carefully as the others exchanged glances. "I'm Priscilla, and these fine folks are..." She gestured around at Luther, Calia, Sneekus, Castella, and Brunhilda before smirking. "...some of my finest employees."

The room erupted in laughter then, some of the tension easing as they all welcomed Dan to the table. Over the course of the evening, they taught him their favorite card games and shared stories about themselves and Locus Amor. Priscilla kept a close eye on him throughout the night, her expression shifting between amusement and concern...and sometimes something else entirely.

As midnight approached and the party started to wind down, she leaned in closer to him, speaking quietly so that only he could hear. "So... Dan the Man," she purred, her voice low and seductive despite the casual topic of conversation they'd been having until now. "I hope you had fun tonight." Her gaze flickered downward before meeting his again, holding it with an intensity that made him feel warm all over. "Maybe... tomorrow night, I could show you a few things about fun that you really won't forget."

Her words left him feeling simultaneously aroused and terrified, but something inside him told him not to refuse. Maybe if he just went with it... accepted the offer she was clearly pressing upon him...then maybe he'd find some happiness here after all. So, with a quiet nod of assent, Dan M Sigsworth agreed. And from that night forward, his life at Locus Amor would never be the same again.

When she noticed his shyness and embarrassment, Priscilla laughed heartily, a deep rumbling sound that echoed through the common room. "Don't you worry about it, sweet cheeks," she said, reaching across the table to pat his hand reassuringly. "We all get like that sometimes, especially when we've been missing out on good food and good company." Her gaze swept over him again, taking in the way he held himself and the broad shoulders that were now slumped forward in shame. A knowing glint flickered in her eyes before she looked away, focusing instead on helping herself to another serving of meat pie. "Just relax," she murmured, "and enjoy yourself. That's what Locus Amor is all about." As they ate and shared stories, Priscilla made sure to keep an eye on him, watching as he slowly began to let his guard down and interact with the others. It was obvious that he was still nervous, but she could see the spark of something else too... and she couldn't wait until tomorrow night when they would finally explore what that meant for both of them.

At the sound of his singing, Priscilla couldn't help but smile softly to herself as she watched him through the corner of her eye. There was something almost hypnotic about the way he moved, the gentle sway of his hips and the rhythmic movement of his hands as he washed and dried each plate and utensil. It made her think of the times when she'd been alone herself, before she found this place...before she found her people. With a sigh, she pushed those memories aside for now, content to enjoy the moment with him. "You know," she said casually as she polished off the last of her ale, "you have a lovely voice." Her gaze met his again and held it for a long moment before she smirked. "Maybe we should put that to good use sometime...you know, help bring in more customers?" The implication hung heavy in the air between them, and Dan could feel his heart racing as he tried to figure out what she meant by it. But before he could ask, Priscilla turned away, heading towards her office to attend to some paperwork. "I'll leave you to finish up," she called over her shoulder, her voice teasing yet somehow genuine. "See you in the morning." As Dan continued to wash dishes, his thoughts raced ahead of him, trying to puzzle out what might be coming next...and whether or not he was ready for it. The night air was cool against his skin as he stepped outside, the sound of laughter and conversation drifting up from the common room below like music on the wind. It was a strange feeling, this sense of belonging that had come over him so suddenly...but Priscilla's offer still lingered at the back of his mind, tantalizing him with possibilities both dark and forbidden.

After Priscilla retired to her own room, the rest of the staff dispersed as well, leaving you alone in your quarters for the night. You undressed quietly, carefully hanging up your clothes before crawling into bed. As you drifted off to sleep, images from tonight dance through your mind; the laughter, the card games, and the way Priscilla had looked at you... It was all so strange and wonderful compared to how things used to be.

And then there were the dreams... darker, more sensual visions that made your body ache with need even as they frightened you. You wake up sweating and hard, panting like you've been running a marathon. In the dim light from the hallway lamp, you spot a note on your bedside table. Shakily, you pick it up and unfold it...

It reads: "Meet me in Calia's room at midnight. Priscilla."

Your heart is pounding as you digest these words. What does she want from you? And what will happen if you go through with it?

As promised, you arrive at Calia's room to find her waiting for you, dressed in nothing but a silken robe that swirls around her legs as she paces back and forth. You notice Priscilla is also there, leaning against the doorframe with one hand propped on her hip. Her eyes lock onto yours, her expression eager and hungry.

"You came," Priscilla says, her voice low and sultry. "I was beginning to think I'd have to send Sneekus in after you." She steps away from the door and motions for you to follow her into the room, ignoring Calia for now. Once you're both inside, she shuts the door behind you, plunging the room into darkness save for a single candle flickering on the bedside table.

"You've done well tonight, Dan," Priscilla whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she runs her tongue over it teasingly. "But now... I want to see what else you can do." Her hand sinks into your hair, pulling you back against her as she presses their bodies together, the heat of her desire palpable through the thin fabric of their clothing.

"Tell me," she breathes roughly, voice hoarse with need, "do you want this? Do you want to have fun... with me?" Her fingers dig into your scalp as she waits for your answer, hungry for your submission and eager to claim her prize.

Her nails dig into your scalp as she growls low in her throat, "I mean this," she hisses before shoving your head down between her breasts. Your lips and tongue find purchase on her nipples, hardened by need and anticipation. She arches into you, moaning as her fingers tangled in your hair pull you closer still. "That's it," she rasps. "Now show me what else you've got..."