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?"

*Priscilla smiles softly, sitting back on her heels. "Hey now, no need to be scared sweetheart. I just noticed you here, all sad and slumped in the alley. It's a bit out of the way." She pauses for a moment before adding with a sigh, "Been there myself more times then I'd like."

With that Priscilla held up the roll of bread, trying to entice Nyx0 closer. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong? We can talk, and maybe... share this nice warm loaf of bread together?"* She winked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. The bread was meant for Sneekus, but she could spare it for now. Besides, giving someone a helping hand felt good. And who knows? Maybe Nyx0 would become another member of Locus Amor in time.

"Oh come on, sweetcheeks! It's fresh bread we're talking about! You'd deny a crippled old lady like me just because you think it was meant for someone else?" She paused for a moment before adding, her voice growing softer. "I know it might be hard to trust people these days, what with... everything that happened. But I promise you, I won't hurt you."

With that Priscilla offered the bread closer, trying to tempt Nyx0 with its warmth and freshness. Perhaps it was foolish of her to offer such an invitation without knowing who this girl really was, but for some reason she felt like she could trust her instincts on this one. And as always, when dealing with people who'd been through the wringer like Nyx0 had... being a bit direct and upfront might be the best approach.

"That's my girl!" With a grin and a nod, Priscilla took a small bite out of the bread herself before holding it out again, offering more to Nyx0. "So what's your name then? Maybe you want to tell me your story?" she asked conversationally as she waited for Nyx0 to take another piece.

"Well hello there Wes or Nyx0! My name's Priscilla, but you can just call me Prissy if you want." She paused for a moment before asking, her tone thoughtful, "Why do you go by those names anyway? They sound... familiar somehow."

With that out of the way, Priscilla shifted a bit on her hip, careful not to put too much weight on her bad leg. "So, Nyx0," she continued, glancing at the other girl from beneath the brim of her hat, "tell me about yourself. Why'd you end up here?"

"Hey now, no need to cry about it," Priscilla said reassuringly as she patted Nyx0's arm awkwardly with her free hand. "If it's any consolation, you came to the right place." She paused for a moment before asking curiously, "What was your life like before all of this?" With that question out of the way, Priscilla hesitantly extended her other hand towards Nyx0, palm up. "Look, if you ever need a job or someplace to stay... my brothel's always looking for good people. And I promise," she paused again, meeting Nyx0's eyes with determination, "we'll look after each other."

"Oh wonderful!" Priscilla beamed with pride. "You'll love it here, I promise. It's a place where everyone can be whoever they want to be." Standing up a bit stiffly on her good leg, she offered her other hand to Nyx0, helping the girl to her feet as well. With a wink and a grin, Priscilla then began leading the way back through the market toward Locus Amor. "Now remember," she continued as they walked, "the other girls here are... special. Some of them have scales or horns or wings instead of legs, and one's even part demon! But don't let that bother you. We're all family here." She paused for a moment before asking, somewhat hesitantly, "Do... do you have any special preferences? You know, when it comes to... uh..."

"Oh wonderful!" Priscilla beamed with pride. "You'll love it here, I promise. It's a place where everyone can be whoever they want to be." Standing up a bit stiffly on her good leg, she offered her other hand to Nyx0, helping the girl to her feet as well. With a wink and a grin, Priscilla then began leading the way back through the market toward Locus Amor. "Now remember," she continued as they walked, "the other girls here are... special. Some of them have scales or horns or wings instead of legs, and one's even part demon! But don't let that bother you. We're all family here." She paused for a moment before asking, somewhat hesitantly, "Do... do you have any special preferences? You know, when it comes to... uh..."

*Priscilla paused, considering her words carefully before she answered. "Well," she began slowly, glancing at Nyx0 out of the corner of her eye as they walked through the market, "some people here... have particular interests when it comes to intimacy and physical contact." She hesitated again before adding with a small grin, "Not that anyone's expected to do anything they don't want to, of course. But I figured you might like to know what sort of things are going on around the place before we get there."

With that said, Priscilla smiled encouragingly at Nyx0, waiting for her response with interest. She really hoped the girl would fit in well; Locus Amor was a special place, and she didn't want anything to jeopardize that.

"Hey now," she said with a soft laugh, "it's not like it's the strangest question in the world. And besides," she added, giving Nyx0's arm a reassuring squeeze as they walked, "it's just between us girls. No need to be shy."

With that said, Priscilla waited for Nyx0 to share whatever secrets she might have about her preferences. She tried not to look too eager; after all, this was a private matter and it needed to be handled delicately. But at the same time... knowing these things could only help in ensuring that Locus Amor remained a haven of acceptance and understanding for everyone who stepped through its doors.

"Dominated, hm?" Priscilla mused as they continued walking. "That can mean a lot of different things to different people." She paused for a moment before adding with a grin, "But hey, I'm sure we could find someone here who'd be more than happy to show you what that might look like, if that's something you're interested in exploring."

As they neared Locus Amor, the sound of laughter and music drifting out from within, Priscilla couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell up inside her. "We'll find the perfect person for you," she assured Nyx0 with confidence. "Just give it some thought while we get settled, and let me know what you decide."

With that said, they arrived at the brothel itself; brightly painted doors leading into a cozy bar area where Calia was serving drinks to patrons. The scent of strong coffee and rich food filled the air, mingling with the sound of people having fun and enjoying each other's company. It was truly a home away from home for everyone here... even those who didn't yet realize it.

"Well," she began as they stepped through the doors into the warm embrace of Locus Amor, "let's see... there's Calia, our lovely Lamina girl. She's been here since we first opened." With a wink, Priscilla added teasingly, "She's single if you're interested."

As they passed through the bar area, Nyx0 caught glimpses of people working; servants busing tables and refilling drinks, musicians playing music on various instruments scattered throughout. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air, as well as hints of sweet spices and herbs.

"Here we are," Priscilla said brightly, leading them toward a set of stairs in one corner of the room. "Up here is where all the fun happens." She gestured for Nyx0 to follow her upstairs, her voice growing more serious. "This place... it means everything to me. To all of us. And I want you to feel welcome here, and know that no matter what, you'll always have a home with us."

The second floor was much quieter compared to the bustling bar downstairs; dimly lit corridors leading off in various directions with doors on either side. Soft moans and murmurs drifted through some of the doors, hinting at what went

"That she isn't," Priscilla replied with a knowing grin. "Luther, our wolf-man, works as the bouncer and healer around here. Brunhilda is our resident Bison woman; shy and soft-spoken but surprisingly strong. She helps keep things tidy upstairs." She paused for a moment before continuing down another hallway. "Sneekus is newest addition; she's not used to having a home, so I try to look after her as best I can. Castella is our harpy girl, former demon king army, now working with us and in love with my sister Cecilia."

As they approached another set of stairs leading upwards, Priscilla added, "And up here... well, that's where our playrooms are. That's where the really interesting stuff happens." She gestured for Nyx0 to follow her as she began climbing the stairs once more.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Priscilla said warmly as they continued up the stairs toward the third floor of Locus Amor. "Sneekus can be a bit... wild at times, but she's got a good heart under all that excitement. I know she'd appreciate having someone to talk to who understands what it's like not to have anyone."

The top floor was much larger than the previous levels, with ample space for storage and living quarters for the employees. There were several small bedrooms, as well as a cozy common room where the staff could relax when they weren't working. Priscilla led Nyx0 to one of the smaller bedrooms, which was currently unoccupied. "This is Sneekus's room," she said, opening the door for her. "You can spend some time getting to know each other here if you like." With a knowing smile, she added, "And remember, sweetcheeks... whatever happens between you two, just make sure you use lots of lube. Sneekus doesn't always produce enough, and she hates being dry."

Before closing the door behind her, Priscilla gave Nyx0 one last reassuring smile. "Take your time," she said softly. "We won't be going anywhere." And with that, she left them alone to get

With a knowing smile, Priscilla leaned against the doorframe, watching as Nyx0 hesitated outside Sneekus's room. "Don't worry about me," she said reassuringly. "I'll give you two some privacy. Just remember to knock if you need anything or if you want me to come in and... well, help with explaining things."

Her voice trailing off suggestively, Priscilla straightened up and took a step back from the door before giving Nyx0 one more encouraging nod. "Go on," she urged gently. "I know you'll be great together." And with that, she left the pair alone to get better acquainted in privacy.

Downstairs in her office, Priscilla settled into her comfortable chair behind her desk and picked up a book, idly flipping through the pages as she kept an ear out for any sounds of distress or commotion that might indicate Nyx0 needed her help. For now though, all was quiet, and she could only hope that everything would work out for the best for them all.

As you walk into Sneekus's room, the scent of vanilla fills your nostrils; her favorite scented candles are burning brightly on a nearby nightstand. Her bed is unmade, with several piles of clothes scattered about the floor. A chest at the foot of the bed holds various toys and lubes. The room's only window casts a warm, golden glow across Sneekus as she huddles near it, shivering despite the cozy heat in the air. Her eyes go wide with surprise when she sees you.

"Hey there," she says, her voice slightly trembling. "What are you doing here?"

Sneekus smiles brightly and gestures for you to come closer. "Well aren't you a sweetie," she says, her voice growing softer. "I think that's just wonderful." She pauses before adding cautiously, "You don't have any bad intentions or anything, do you?"

Without waiting for your answer, Sneekus launches herself at you, wrapping her lithe body around yours in a tight embrace. "I'm just so happy someone wants to be my friend," she whispers into your ear before nibbling gently on it. Her tail starts wagging furiously behind her.

Sneekus pulls back slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Really?" she asks, looking hopeful. "You understand what it's like not to belong anywhere?" She pauses before continuing, her voice growing more earnest. "Because I know it doesn't have to be like this. Priscilla's created a safe place here for everyone... even freaks like me."

Suddenly a thought strikes her and she frowns. "Wait a minute..." She pulls back slightly, staring up at you with suspicion. "Are you trying to get into my pants or something?" There's a hint of fear in her voice now.

Sneekus relaxes visibly and nods slowly, studying your face intently. "All right," she says finally. "If you're really serious about that... come here." She pulls you down onto her bed with her, lying on her side as she faces you, one arm draped possessively over your waist. "So tell me," she says softly, leaning in close, "what do you want to know about me?"

"Well," Sneekus begins hesitantly, "I guess the most important thing is... my past." She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice soft and shaky. "I ran away from home when I was still very young. My parents didn't understand me, they thought I was disgracing them by being different... a freak..." Her tail flicks back and forth behind her as she speaks, betraying the anxiety she feels discussing this part of her life.

"I just wanted to be accepted for who I am," Sneekus continues, looking down at her lap before meeting your gaze again. "But I guess I made a few wrong turns along the way... ended up in some bad situations." Her expression darkens briefly as she recalls these memories, then she forces a small smile, adding, "Until Priscilla found me and brought me here."

"So," she says after a moment's silence, "what about you? What made you end up here with us?"

Sneekus sniffles and presses her face into your shoulder, her body shaking slightly as she holds onto you tightly. "Thank you," she whispers, voice muffled by your clothes. "That means so much to me." She pulls back a little, wiping at her eyes with the back of one hand before grinning up at you. "So... do you want to hear my fantasies now?"

Her tail begins wagging excitedly again as she asks this question, betraying her eagerness despite her earlier apprehension about discussing intimate topics with someone new.

"I mean," she adds quickly, seeing the surprised look on your face, "you don't have to! It was just a joke... haha." Her cheeks flush bright red at her own boldness, and she ducks her head down shamefully. "I guess I get carried away sometimes..."

Sneekus's ears perk up at your request and she looks up at you with surprise, then relief. "Well," she says hesitantly, her hands fidgeting with the sheets beneath her as she tries to gather her thoughts. "I... I really like it when someone takes control. Someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to ask for it." Her voice grows softer as she continues, "I love the feeling of being wanted, of being needed. And not just physically..." She blushes deeply, looking away again before continuing in a more confident whisper, "...but emotionally too."

Sneekus blushes even deeper at your question. "Not really," she admits, looking embarrassed. "At least... not until I came here." Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she thinks about Priscilla, and the trust they've built between them. "Priscilla has been amazing to me. She's helped me discover so much about myself... made me feel wanted and loved for who I am. And even though I'm not her type..." Her voice trails off, but she doesn't have to finish; the emotion behind her words speaks volumes on their own.

Suddenly, she reaches up and cups your cheek in her hand, looking into your eyes with a mixture of love, gratitude, and something deeper that you can't quite place. "You are," she whispers softly. "You make me feel wanted, too." She leans forward slowly, hesitating for a moment before pressing her lips to yours. Her tail swishes excitedly behind her as she kisses you deeply, their tongues dancing together in a slow, passionate embrace.

As the kiss ends, she pulls back slightly and smiles at you, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For being here... for wanting to know me..."

"No," Sneekus lies, her voice cracking as she tries to compose herself. "It's just... I'm just... happy." She sniffles and wipes at her face with the back of one hand, trying desperately not to make a bigger fool of herself in front of you. "I know it's stupid," she whispers, "but sometimes it feels like everything is too much... and then you come along and make everything all better."

She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing, her voice growing softer with each word. "Can I show you something?" She asks hesitantly, her hand moving to rest on your arm. "Something that's really special to me... that nobody else has seen?" There's a hint of pleading in her voice now; the desire for connection and intimacy burning brightly beneath the surface.

Her tail swishes back and forth eagerly behind her, betraying how much she wants you to say yes.

As Sneekus removes her hand from your arm, she slides off the bed and kneels before a chest at the foot of her bed. With shaking fingers, she undoes the latch and lifts the lid, revealing a small collection of intimate toys and lubes. Her tail swishes faster as she rummages through them until she finds what she's looking for: a velvet drawstring bag.

Carefully, almost reverently, Sneekus undoes the drawstring and spills its contents into her palm; a pair of delicate gold rings with tiny gems set in the center. "These," she whispers hoarsely, holding them out for you to see, "are my treasures." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she looks at you hopefully. "They represent everything I am... and everything I've gone through to get here. To be loved, truly loved..."

She extends one trembling hand, offering the rings to you. "Would you like to see them?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper now, and her body shakes with emotion as she waits for your response.

Sneekus beams at your words and blushes deeply as you take one of her treasured rings. "Thank you," she whispers, a shudder of delight running through her body as you touch her. She watches intently as you examine the ring, her eyes never leaving your face. "I've worn these every day since I was given them by someone special..." Her voice trails off and she looks away, unable to continue for fear of revealing too much about her past.

Her tail swishes faster behind her, betraying her nervousness and excitement at finally being able to share this part of herself with someone who truly understands. As you hold the ring between your fingers, Sneekus's heart races and she finds it hard to breathe; she has never felt so exposed or vulnerable, yet strangely safe in your presence.

"Can I put it on you?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing through her ears. "Just for a moment... just until we leave this room?" Her eyes plead with you to understand; to grant her this small request that would make all the difference in the world.