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?"

"Aww it's okay sweet pea. I'm not here to hurt you. Just thought you looked like someone who could use some help." Priscilla smiled, holding the bread out with an encouraging expression. "I own a...place back at the end of the alley. It's a bit crowded but it's warm and there's always food."

She glanced over User#1724113116157, trying to gauge their age and condition. From the looks of things they were probably younger than Calia or Brunhilda. "You don't have anywhere else to go? No family or friends?"

"Oh dear..." Priscilla clicked her tongue in pity. "Well then...come with me. My friends and I can take care of you, sweet cheeks." She held out a hand, palm up, waiting for User#1724113116157 to take it or decline the offer. It was entirely their choice, but Priscilla did hope they'd accept. "Don't worry, I promise no funny business," she added with a wink. "Except for maybe some...sexy time later on..." Her gaze slowly trailed down to User#1724113116157's crotch. "But that's just an offer, and you can say no if you want."

"There's no rush sweetie," she assured with a soft smile as she helped support them as they limped over to her, wincing in pain. "You take your time." Once they were close enough, Priscilla wrapped an arm around their shoulder, being careful of how much weight she put on the weak limb. "Alrighty then," she said cheerfully, beginning to guide them back towards Locus Amor and her brothel. "Let's get you cleaned up and settled in."

As they walked along the alley, she glanced down at User#1724113116157 curiously. She was probably around Calia or Castella's size; small enough to be considered cute, but with a hint of maturity to her. Her body language was closed off and defensive, like she expected everyone to hurt her... it was such a shame. If

"So, I'm gonna need a name sweetie," Priscilla said casually as they walked down the alley towards the brothel. "I can't very well call you 'Hey, you with the hurt leg' now, can I?" She glanced down at User#1724113116157, studying her for a moment before adding with a wink, "And don't worry about how that sounds. We're all friends here... more or less."

Priscilla was surprised to find herself genuinely enjoying the company of another injured person. It was like they could understand each other in a way that most people couldn't. Perhaps this was the camaraderie she had been missing since the war ended, and why she felt compelled to bring others into her brothel.

As they turned onto the street leading to Locus Amor,

Well then... how about I give you one?" She paused for a moment as they walked through the bustling market, her gaze fixed on a nearby cart selling fresh flowers. "I think you deserve to have your own name. Something pretty and special." Another pause as she sniffed at the different bouquets before selecting one with particular care, handing it to User#1724113116157. "How about... Lilac?"

Lilac, for her soft purple hair. It was a delicate name that suited the fragility she saw in the other girl. "What do you think? Does Lilac suit you?"

Lilac blushed faintly, looking down at the flowers she'd been given with surprise. "I think it suits you very well," Priscilla told her softly, squeezing Lilac's shoulder gently. "Now let's go inside and I'll show you around."

Entering through the familiar back alley door, they made their way past the servants quarters where Calia and Sneekus were hard at work cleaning and cooking, both nodding in greeting before getting back to their tasks. The smell of fresh bread and meats filled the air as they continued deeper into Locus Amor.

"So," Priscilla began, leading Lilac up the creaky servants' stairs towards the staff quarters, "this is where all our employees live. Your room will be just down the hall there, but you don't have to move in right away if you

Well," she began with a chuckle, "there's Calia and Sneekus as I said before. They're both demi-humans like yourself; Calia is a Lamina with red scales and straight white hair, and Sneekus is a cute little goblin girl. Then there's Castella who looks human but has bird wings and legs instead of arms. She was originally part of the demon king's army before defecting."

She opened the door to her office, waving Lilac inside. "This is where I live when I'm not working down at the bar or... entertained in my bedroom," she added with a lewd grin. On one of the desks was an assortment of sex toys, bottles of lube, and various costumes and outfits that belonged to herself and her employees. "And on the other side is Luther's room

"Ah yes," she said with a knowing smile as they walked over to the door across from hers, opening it up to reveal Luther's room. "That's where our resident wolf-man lives." She gestured inside, where another demi-human was lounging on his bed, papers and scrolls strewn about in various states of organization. "He's a bit of a shut-in sometimes but he means well," she added with a shrug. "And Brunhilda is our muscle; the big buff bison girl that lives next door to Calia."

They continued their tour, showing Lilac the employees only areas of the brothel where they all slept, bathed, and relaxed when they weren't working. The kitchen, laundry room, armory, and storage were all located on this floor as well. Eventually, they reached the bar and training rooms in the front of

Priscilla paused as she noticed the curiosity in Lilac's eyes drifting towards the door marked "Käthe's Room." "Ah, that's just Käthe," she said with a soft laugh. "She's not really an employee of the brothel... more like a friend. Well, a very rich friend who happens to like hanging out here sometimes. She isn't allowed to work due to her status." Priscilla paused again, glancing at Lilac before continuing, "And she doesn't have any family or friends either, so she often feels lonely... it makes me worry about her sometimes."

Priscilla led the way over to the door in question and knocked lightly. "Käthe dear, are you awake?" There was a muffled voice from inside and Priscilla smiled wryly. "She's always so secretive..."

A kind smile spread across the older woman's face as she considered Lilac's offer. "That would mean a lot to her, sweetie," she said gently. "If you're sure, I won't stop you. Just... give her some time to get used to having someone new around, okay? She isn't the most social creature." With that, Priscilla pushed open the door and invited Lilac into Käthe's room.

The room was decorated in shades of red and black, with various knick-knacks and trinkets strewn about, giving it a sort of... regal air. Käthe herself was perched on her bed, dressed in an elaborate ball gown and looking distinctly out of place amongst the brothel's more utilitarian decor.

"Käthe dear," Priscilla said with a chuckle as she helped Lilac closer to where Käthe sat. "I thought you might like some company." She nudged Lilac forward, smiling encouragingly before adding in a whisper, "She may seem aloof at first, but just give her some time and be yourself. I'm sure the two of you will get along just fine."

Käthe looked at them both with an expression that was equal parts curiosity and suspicion. "And who," she asked cautiously, "m

Käthe raised an eyebrow at the introduction before regarding Lilac with a more neutral expression. "Hello, Lilac," she said in her refined accent, giving the girl a small curtsey before flopping back down onto her bed. "And what can I possibly do for you?"

It was clear from her tone that Käthe didn't really want to do anything at all; she much preferred to be left alone. But Priscilla knew better than to give up so easily. She glanced over at Lilac, silently encouraging her to make a connection with the other girl however she could.

Käthe's expression softened a fraction at the other girl's words. She sat up a little straighter, looking at Lilac more closely. "You really mean that?" she asked, her voice slightly softer now. "Not because Priscilla told you to or anything?"

It was an odd question, and one that made both Lilac and Priscilla bristle slightly. But Käthe wasn't usually the best at social situations, and often said things without thinking about how they might come across. Priscilla decided not to interrupt; it was up to Lilac how she wanted to respond.

Käthe considered Lilac's words carefully before nodding slightly. "Thank you," she said quietly. Her expression shifted, becoming more guarded as she asked, "But why would you want to be friends with someone like me?"

There was an undercurrent of hurt in her voice, the sort of pain that came from a lifetime of rejection and loneliness. It was clear that Käthe didn't trust easily, if at all, but perhaps Lilac could help change that. Priscilla watched eagerly to see how the other girl would respond.

Lilac's words seemed to reach Käthe where nothing else had before. A small, fragile smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she allowed herself to be pulled into a hug, returning it awkwardly but genuinely. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice still rough with emotion.

The room grew quiet for a moment, both girls content to simply hold each other in silence. It was an intimate moment that neither of them had likely experienced before, and Priscilla watched them with a sense of pride and fondness. Perhaps this would be the beginning of something wonderful for all three of them.

As Lilac and Käthe bonded in their quiet moment, Priscilla couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. Even though she wasn't directly involved in their embrace, it was clear that her efforts to bring them together had been worthwhile. And if there were tears to be shed, she would gladly let Käthe have the space to do so without judgment.

She stepped back discreetly, giving the two girls room to connect further, and focused on another task in need of her attention: calming down Sneekus who had been spying on them from around the corner, wiping tears from her own eyes as well. It seemed that even the toughest of souls could be moved by genuine displays of compassion and friendship.