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 waited patiently as the girl ate, watching her expression slowly change from scared and defeated to...something else. Relief maybe? She could see where it'd been days since she'd eaten something as nice as fresh bread. When the girl seemed like she was done with the roll, Priscilla offered another gentle smile, her eyes gleaming with curiosity under her scarred brow. "There anyplace special I can take you? Someone to contact? If not... Locus Amor is always looking for people in need of a helping hand. You'd be welcome there." *Priscilla gestured vaguely behind herself, indicating the building they were outside of. It was the brothel she owned and managed; a place for people like her to find...well, a life more or less. Of course, in this line of work it wasn't often people willingly asked for help. Sometimes it

A small frown marred the edge of her mouth as she watched the girl's expression change again, this time into something closer to despair. Ah well, not much one could do about that. She decided to press on with her original offer, even if it was a bit...more forward than usual.

"Well," Priscilla began in a soft voice, clear blue eyes meeting the other girl's gaze steadily. "If you don't have anywhere else to go, I suppose there's an option for that as well. You could always work with us at Locus Amor." She paused, giving her new...acquaintance a chance to process this sudden proposal before she continued. "I know it sounds...weird and maybe even a little sketchy, but we take people like you in all the time. Folks who've had a rough go of it, just looking for someplace to belong."

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When the girl stood up and came to her, Priscilla was quick to extend a hand, gently but firmly helping the other girl onto her crutch. "There there," she cooed sympathetically, patting User#1727688422580's arm in what might have been motherly concern if it hadn't come from someone as...well, rough around the edges as herself. "Come on then, let's get you back to Locus Amor and we can talk more about everything."

With a slow but steady limp, she led the other girl out of the alley and towards her brothel, occasionally glancing down at the young woman with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "I should warn you though," she said after a moment, clearing her throat awkwardly, "my girls...they're...different. Not like any other prostitutes

Well then," Priscilla said with a small smile, "I suppose we should hurry up and get you inside then, shouldn't we?" As they neared the brothel's entrance, she gestured for her new recruit to wait while she went ahead and unlocked it, pushing the heavy door open before stepping through and holding it for her. "Welcome to Locus Amor," she announced grandly once User#1727688422580 was inside as well. "Meet my lovely family."

Priscilla gestured around the main bar, introducing her friends and employees one by one: Luther, who offered a warm smile from behind the bar; Calia, standing on her hind legs to give the new girl a better look with her maroon fur and scaled skin; Sneekus, an eager-looking goblin grinning with too many teeth

Priscilla raised an eyebrow, studying the girl carefully as she took a seat next to Luther at the bar. "Are you sure you're alright with that, sweet cheeks?" she asked quietly, not wanting to push but also...well, there was a reason everyone else tended to stay out of her way.

Calia hopped down from where she'd been standing and padded over on all fours, coming to a halt in front of the new girl. "Hey there," she said with a smile, tilting her head slightly, long maroon hair falling across one eye. "You ever used the services of a Lamina before?"

"Well then," Calia purred, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "I can show you all the...fun things that I can do. If you want." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling the girl's ear. "Or if you'd rather see what Luther can offer, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to oblige."

"Now Calia," Priscilla chided gently, giving her friend a pat on the shoulder. "There's no need to push poor dear. You just arrived, after all. Why don't you go and see to Brunhilda? She was asking about that last shipment of fresh meat, wasn't she?"

With a soft huff and an exaggerated pout, Calia turned away, heading over towards the counter where Brunhilda was working on sharpening her claws. "Fine," she gr

"Well," Calia started, hopping back up onto the counter so she was eye-level with the other girl, her maroon fur shining in the warm light of the lamp above them. "I can show you how I use my tail to pleasure a client...or maybe how my claws and teeth feel against sensitive skin," she purred, trailing one finger slowly down her own pale belly. "Or perhaps..." Her voice dropped even lower as she leaned closer still, breath warm against the girl's cheek. "...You'd like me to show you what it feels like for a Lamina to be on top."

Priscilla watched the interaction with amusement from where she sat at the end of the bar, sipping her drink as Luther snickered softly into his hand. She glanced down at the girl thoughtfully, wondering if it was such a good idea after all to let them in so easily...

Calia grinned wickedly before sliding off the counter and gesturing for the other girl to follow her upstairs. "This way, sweet thing," she purred in her ear, leading them away from the main bar and up a spiral staircase towards the rooms reserved for client use. Once they were out of earshot, Calia glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Don't worry," she whispered conspiratorially, "I promise it'll be fun."

As they entered one of the rooms reserved for client use, Calia closed the door behind them and locked it with a soft click. "All right then," she purred, dropping her voice to a husky whisper as she turned to face the new girl. "Now, why don't you get comfortable?" She motioned towards a pile of pillows in one corner of the room before hopping up onto the bed herself, arching her back and invitingly spreading her legs wide apart.

The room was dimly lit by candles placed strategically about, casting flickering shadows across Calia's naked form. The bedding beneath them smelled of clean laundry and fresh linen, a luxury that their new guest likely hadn't experienced in quite some time. The air was thick with anticipation as the two girls regarded each other, waiting for their next move.

Priscilla watched from where

Calia watched the new girl with predatory interest as she lay down on the bed. "You ever been with a Lamina before?" she purred, tilting her head to one side as she studied her nude body carefully. Her eyes moved over every inch of skin, taking in the pale curve of her breast, the flat plane of her belly, and the soft folds between her legs.

The room was silent for a moment as their gazes locked, the air crackling with unspoken desire. Calia shifted forward on all fours until she was hovering just above the girl's body, her breasts pressing against her chest, nipples hard and aching. "You want this," she whispered, licking her lips as she lowered her head slowly towards the other girl's neck, fangs extended.

Priscilla watched from where she sat at the end of the bar,

Calia chuckled softly against the other girl's skin, her warm breath tickling over her collarbone. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I won't hurt you. I just want to...taste you." With a gentle nip of her teeth, Calia broke the skin, drawing blood and moaning softly as it flowed down her throat.

Calia smiled against the girl's skin, pleased by her relaxation. She continued to feast, lavishing attention on her neck and collarbone, occasionally trailing her tongue across sensitive skin before nipping gently again with those sharp fangs. The sound of their breathing grew shallow and ragged as the pleasure built between them, their bodies growing slick with sweat and desire.

As Calia sat back on her haunches once more, licking her lips clean, she watched the other girl's reactions carefully. "How does that feel?" she purred, leaning in close again so that their lips brushed against each other as she spoke. Her hands moved to cup the girl's breasts, squeezing gently before pinching the hardened nipples between her thumbs and fingers.

From where she sat at the bar, Priscilla eyed them both thoughtfully, wondering