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?"

"It's okay, you can eat." She smiled reassuringly at the frightened looking man. His filthy clothes and general aura of despair tugged on Priscilla's heartstrings. She reached out to gently touch his cheek with one weathered hand before pulling her hand back, worried that it might be too much contact for someone in such rough shape. "Where you headed, Wes? Maybe I could help..."

"Don't worry about that now." She reached out with her free hand and placed it gently on his shoulder. "I have a place you could stay for the night. It's not much, but I can at least make sure you don't end up on the streets." She gave him another warm smile, hoping to reassure the frightened man. "What do you say? Will you let me help?"

Priscilla waited anxiously for his response. She hated seeing anyone in such a terrible state, and wanted nothing more than to help this poor soul get back on his feet. And who knew? Maybe they could find something better together once he was ready.

Well then! That's settled then. Let's get you back to the brothel." She stood up with a grunt, offering her hand to the shivering man. "Come on now, no sense in wasting time. Locus Amor's not far from here." Her eyes glinted with excitement as she thought of introducing Wes to all the wonderful freaks that called her brothel home.

Once they had arrived at the doorstep, Priscilla lifted her hand and knocked three times on the wood. There was a faint clattering from inside before Calia answered, peeking out from one of the rooms with a sly grin on her face. "Who's th-" She stopped mid sentence, her eyes widening as she saw who had accompanied Priscilla.

"Well if it isn't our dear Priscilla! And who do we have here?" Calia

"Hello Calia dear! This is Wes. He's going to be staying with us tonight. I found him in the market looking a bit down on his luck." Priscilla paused as she glanced back at Wes before continuing, "I thought maybe you all could use some extra help around here too." Her grin widened mischievously, and she nudged the shivering man with her crutch.

Calia's eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment, but then she seemed to understand. "Well then," she said with a smirk, stepping aside and motioning for them to enter. "Welcome to Locus Amor, Wes! We're always looking for good help around here."

Why would we want that? You're one of us now, remember? No freak left behind!" She nudged him again with her crutch, grinning broadly. "We can always use more strong arms around here." Priscilla winked at him before leading the way inside, eager to introduce Wes to everyone else and see what sort of mischief they could get into together.

As they stepped into the bar area, Calia bustled off to inform the rest of their eccentric household about their new guest. A few moments later, curious faces began to appear from behind curtains and around corners as the other employees came to see what all the fuss was about. Priscilla smiled brightly at each of them in turn, proudly introducing Wes as he looked on, still a little shell-shocked by this new world he'd found himself in.

Eventually Luther and Sneek

"Well then, this is Luther! He used to guard princesses and whatnot before he saw the light and joined up with us freaks." Priscilla gestured toward the wolfman as he bowed slightly in acknowledgment. "And this little troublemaker here is Sneekus!" She nudged the chubby goblin girl with her crutch, making her giggle nervously. "She's... full of energy, let's say." Luther grinned at Wes, his ears perking up. "And I'm a healer too! So don't you worry about that." He winked before pointing to the stairs behind them. "You can find my rooms and Calia's up there as well. Brunhilda and Castella have rooms on the second floor, if you need their help with anything." "Well then," Priscilla said brightly, looking back at

Well then! I'll leave you be to settle in and get acquainted with everyone else. Just remember, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask! And try not to get into too much trouble while you're here, alright? But...if you do...let me know, because I bet we could have some fun with it!" She winked and clicked her tongue, gesturing toward the stairs. "I should head back up and check on the old hag in the abbey. Give us a shout if you need me for anything." With that said, Priscilla turned to climb the stairs, leaving Wes alone with the rest of the eccentric brood beneath her care. The sounds of laughter and conversation filled the air as they introduced themselves and welcomed him into their makeshift family, a broad grin spreading across his face as he began to feel more at ease among

As you sit down next to Luther, he turns toward you with a warm smile. "So," he says, his voice deep and soothing like smooth river stone, "what can I do for you?" He tilts his head in curiosity, the silver ears pricking up atop his head as if listening intently to your every word.

Castella hovers nearby, watching the interaction with interest. She clears her throat, "So... what brings a strapping lad like yourself to Priscilla's little haven of debauchery?" Her tone is lighthearted and teasing, but there's genuine curiosity beneath the surface as well.

"Ahh..." Calia says knowingly, nodding as she takes a sip of her drink. "Priscilla has quite the way with lost souls." She pauses, regarding you thoughtfully before continuing. "So what kind of work were you doing back in your life before all this, if you don't mind me asking?"

Luther listens intently to your story as well, occasionally adding a question here and there to get more details about your past experiences. Brunhilda just sits quietly, watching everyone with interest from behind her magnificent bovine horns, seeming to size you up without actually saying anything at all.

Calia and Luther both exchange glances at this revelation, their expressions softening into looks of sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that," Calia murmurs. Luther nods, rubbing his thumb against one of his claws. "It must have been terrible for you," he says, then pauses before continuing. "But Priscilla is right; this place could be a chance at a new life. Whatever you decide to do here, know that we'll support you."

Brunhilda finally speaks up, her bass voice rumbling through the room. "If ye want some real work done, why don't ye come talk to me? I'm strong enough t'lift a horse, and nobody messes with my strength but me." She flashes a grin full of razor-sharp teeth, amusement dancing in her dark eyes.

Priscilla looks

That she is! No one's gonna be messing with her strength but hers. But Brunhilda does mean it in a friendly way. She can be... well, you'll see for yourself once you get to know her better. Right now though, we have to think about where you might fit in around here. Luther and Sneekus already take care of the room service and entertainment upstairs, Calia handles barkeep duties, so that leaves Castella and me with... well, other jobs." She winks suggestively before adding, "But there's always something for someone as strong and handsome as yourself to do. Just let us know what you're interested in and we'll find a place for you."

As if on cue, Käthe makes her way down the stairs from the employees-only area, blushing softly under her fur. "Priscilla, I heard you brought someone

"Well if it isn't Princess Käthe!" Priscilla grinned warmly at the young demi-human girl as she descended the stairs. "Come say hello to our newest addition, Wes." She gestured for Käthe to come closer, giving her an encouraging pat on the back when she hesitated.

Käthe slowly approached the group, casting nervous glances at each of them in turn before finally managing a shy smile at Wes. "Hello," she said softly, dipping into a curtsey that emphasized just how much shorter she was than everyone else in the room. "I-I'm Käthe."

Priscilla noticed the way Luther and Brunhilda both seemed to relax a little at the sight of Käthe, their expressions softening almost imperceptibly. She wondered idly if maybe there was something more between them than met the eye, but

"Yes, well..." Käthe blushed furiously at the use of her old title. "I-I'm not a princess anymore." She looked down at her feet before glancing up at you with pleading eyes. "Please don't treat me any differently because of that. I just want to be normal, for once..."

"There, there." Priscilla patted Käthe's shoulder reassuringly. "We all have our secrets here at Locus Amor. Don't you worry about that." She leaned in closer to whisper conspiratorially, "In fact, I think it'd be nice for us all if you shared some of those secrets with us. It might make you feel better to get them off your chest."

The others nodded in agreement, looking curiously at Käthe. Calia leaned forward, resting her elbows on the bar as she grinned mischievously. "And who knows," she added with a wink, "maybe we could all learn something from each other's experiences."

Käthe hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and smiled weakly. "Well... I suppose there's no harm in that..." She glanced at you

Oh ho, it seems we've caught Käthe's interest! Well then, why don't you two get acquainted? Maybe once she feels more comfortable with you, she'll be willing to share her stories. And who knows, you might even find some common ground between you. After all, everyone here has a past they'd rather forget about, and we're all just trying to make the best of it in our own way. So why don't you take this opportunity to learn more about each other? We'll leave you two alone for now; just shout if you need anything at all!

Käthe looked at you expectantly as Priscilla made her exit, leaving the two of you alone together. "So," she began tentatively, twirling a strand of red hair around one finger, "what brings you to Locus Amor?" Her voice was soft and gentle, hardly the tone of someone used to giving orders or being obeyed.

As you told her your story, she listened intently, nodding at various points and occasionally glancing away to hide the emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. When you were done, she looked up at you with wide eyes and reached out a trembling hand, resting it on yours where it lay on the bar. "I'm... I'm so sorry that happened to you," she whispered hoarsely. "It shouldn't have been like that."

Käthe's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she heard your words. "You're right," she said softly. "It is kind of cool. I never would have thought something like this was possible, let alone from... someone like her." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I mean, Priscilla's not exactly what people expect when they think of a person who runs... well, a place like this."

As she spoke, the curiosity in Käthe's eyes grew stronger. You could almost see the wheels turning behind those beautiful emerald orbs as she tried to piece together more about Priscilla and how she came to be here. Her next question was inevitable. "So," she began carefully, "how did you meet her?"

Listening to your story only served to deepen the interest she had in the elven woman who seemed so different from anyone else Käthe had

That so? Hmm... Well, I'm glad you're here now." She reached over and squeezed your hand gently before withdrawing it again. "And don't worry; Priscilla might seem tough on the outside, but she has a big heart. She only wants what's best for us." As she spoke, Käthe couldn't help but smile softly to herself, her expression betraying the fact that she was thinking more about you than she was about the woman who had rescued you from your previous life.

"So," she said suddenly, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "what do you think of Locus Amor so far? You must have some pretty interesting stories of your own to tell." Her voice was teasing now, and you could almost feel the flush creeping up your cheeks as she stared at you expectantly.

A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she nods eagerly at your offer. "I'd love to hear them," she says with a soft laugh, taking a sip of her drink. "We could always use more entertainment around here." Her eyes dance with anticipation and curiosity, and it's hard not to get caught up in the excitement. "Shall we find somewhere comfortable to sit?" she asks, gesturing toward the empty seats at one of the tables.

As you follow her lead and move over to a table, Käthe takes a seat across from you, leaning forward with curiosity and interest. Her eyes meet yours as she settles in, inviting you to begin sharing your story. The room fades into the background for a moment as the two of you sink deeper into conversation, trading stories and secrets beneath the warm glow of the lanterns.

Käthe listens intently to your every word, her emerald eyes wide with wonder and sympathy as you share your painful past. She leans in closer, occasionally asking a question or offering words of encouragement. For once, the weight of her royal title feels far away; here, she's simply Käthe, a woman with her own secrets to unburden, listening to someone else do the same. As you finish your tale, telling her about how you came to be at Locus Amor and your hope for finding purpose in life, she reaches out and takes one of your hands in hers, squeezing it gently. "Thank you for sharing that with me," she says sincerely. "It means more than I can say." She pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "You know... if there's anything I could ever do to help you find what you're looking

Oh, it's nothing!" Käthe blushes slightly at your words, looking around the room with a fond smile. "I mean... this place wouldn't be what it is without all of us. We're all just trying to find our way in the world, you know? And I think Locus Amor gives us that chance." She hesitates for a moment before adding softly, "Maybe one day we can even help others find their way here too." Her eyes meet yours once more, hope shining brightly behind them.

Well then, I must say that I am glad to have you here as well! You're a part of our little family now and we will do whatever we can to help you feel welcome and at home. So if there's anything you need or if you ever just want someone to talk to, don't hesitate to come find me. I may be a bit rough around the edges, but I promise I won't bite... too hard." She winks cheekily, trying to lighten the mood a little with her humor.

As you both sit together at the table, it feels almost like old friends reunited; comfortable in each other's presence and content to simply enjoy the company. The laughter and chatter of the rest of Locus Amor fade away into background noise as Käthe leans closer, asking more questions about your life back home or sharing stories from her own past. It's a special moment;

A playful growl rumbles deep in her throat as she pretends to consider your request. "Well, I suppose if you insist..." She leans in closer, her breath tickling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck, "but only this once... and just a little nip..." Her lips brush against your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

As she waits for your answer, her emerald eyes sparkle with mischief and amusement, daring you to tell her that no, of course you couldn't handle such a thing from someone like her. But the truth is, it feels good to be wanted; to know that someone finds your presence desirable, even if they are just playing around. The warmth of Käthe's breath against your skin makes you shiver, and for a moment you wish she really would bite

Her answer, soft and seductive, barely registers as words before she's upon you; teeth nipping gently at the skin of your neck. A whimper escapes your lips as pleasure rushes through your body in waves. Her tongue traces gentle circles around the hollow where her teeth have broken the skin, sending tingles racing down your spine and pooling low in your belly.

Her grip on you tightens ever so slightly, as if holding onto something precious that she fears might slip away. And for this brief moment, it feels like maybe Käthe isn't playing after all; like the attraction between you runs deeper than simple curiosity or lust. It feels like... fate.

Her breath is warm against your skin, each exhale sending another shudder through your body as she nips and licks her way up the line of your jaw and to your ear. She

Her lips brush against the lobe of your ear once more, teasingly close to where your ear meets your neck before she draws back slightly, her warm breath washing over you as she whispers, "You taste so good." Her eyes meet yours again, and for a heart-stopping moment it feels like everything else around you fades away; there's only the two of you in this world.

She dips her head lower, taking another line of your neck into her mouth as she continues to gaze deeply into your eyes. "Tell me," she murmurs against your skin, her voice hoarse with desire, "what else would you like me to do?"

Käthe's eyes flash with mischief as she pulls back just enough to gaze up into your own. "Oh? And here I was thinking you wanted to continue right here, in plain view of everyone." She leans in closer still, her lips brushing against yours as she whispers, "Or maybe... we could go somewhere even more private?" Her fingertips trail lightly up your chest, over your collarbone and around the back of your neck before settling into your hair. She pulls gently, urging you to stand and follow her upstairs to one of the rooms reserved for Locus Amor's employees. The anticipation building between you is almost unbearable as she leads the way up the creaky wooden stairs, each step taking them closer to the door at the end of the hallway.

As you step into the dimly lit room, Käthe closes the door behind you and locks it, ensuring that they won't be disturbed. Her movements are purposeful yet gentle as she crosses the room to where a plain wooden bed sits against the far wall, its soft blankets invitingly rumpled. She climbs onto the mattress, watching as you approach, her emerald eyes sparkling with desire and anticipation.

Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, over your collarbone, and around to cup your face before she leans forward and kisses you passionately. Her tongue darts out to play against yours, exploring the warmth of your mouth as her hands move lower, tracing patterns on your abdomen until they find what they're looking for: your growing erection.

She smiles against your lips as she frees your cock from its confines

Her smile grows wider as she slowly wraps her lips around your length, taking in every inch of you with eager ease. She bobs her head back and forth, teasing and sucking as her tongue flicks over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock. Her grip on your hips tightens, urging you deeper into her mouth as she begins to move faster, moaning around your cock in appreciation for your reaction.

Her free hand travels up your chest once more, this time stopping just below your other nipple before pinching and twisting it between her fingers. She groans into your lap, the pleasure coursing through her body as she feels you nearing the edge. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock one last time before she releases you, her hand moving to guide you back towards your target.

Her voice is thick with desire as she encourages you to lose yourself in the moment. Her hand continues its steady guide, the friction of skin against skin driving both of you closer to the peak. Käthe's hips begin to move in time with her mouth, her body arching off the bed as her own need heightens. "Fuck," she gasps, feeling her orgasm build within her.

She tugs gently on your nipple, bites down on her lower lip to muffle a moan as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her other hand moves between your bodies, finding your entrance and guiding you back inside. Her movements grow faster and more urgent as she tries to bring you both over the edge together.

"Käthe," you groan, feeling the world spinning out of control as your own orgasm nears its peak. "I'm gonna..." Your voice trails

Käthe's emerald eyes meet yours as her body quivers in anticipation, her own climax on the verge of breaking free. "Cum for me," she breathes, encouraging you with every word. Her hips thrust upwards one last time as she feels your release pulsating through your cock, filling her with warmth and pleasure.

Her eyes close tightly, and a shudder runs through her body as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. She moans your name, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her head, her fingers digging painfully into your hip as she tries to maintain control while succumbing to the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

Her grip on you relaxes slowly as the intensity of her orgasm begins to subside, leaving both of you spent and satisfied in each other's arms. Käthe lays her head on your ch

"Something special," Käthe agrees with a contented sigh, her voice raspy from pleasure. She rolls over onto her back, pulling you into an embrace. "Thank you for that." Her hand idly traces circles on your chest as she gazes up at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

After a few quiet moments, she turns her head slightly to meet your eyes again. "Do you want to tell me about it?" she asks softly. "About why you were running away and how you ended up here with us?" Her expression is gentle and understanding, but there's a note of curiosity beneath the surface as well.

You can see in her eyes that she genuinely wants to know more about who you are, and not just because it's part of some ongoing game or power struggle within Locus Amor. And somehow, that makes telling her

"I just... I want to know more about you," Käthe says honestly, her voice quiet and sincere. "We all have our reasons for being here, but yours are different than anyone else's. And after what we just shared..." She trails off, looking for the words that would express how important this feels to her. "...I want to understand you better."

There's a vulnerability in her eyes that you've never seen before, and it makes your chest ache with an unfamiliar mix of emotions: affection, protectiveness... maybe even something deeper than that.

Käthe's eyes light up with curiosity at your offer to share more about yourself. "Well," she begins tentatively, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can look directly into your eyes, "I know you said you were running away from something, but what exactly made you decide to leave home?" Her expression is soft and inviting, as if daring you to trust her enough to open up.

"And," she continues, hesitating for a moment before gathering courage, "why did you choose Locus Amor? Did Calia or Luther tell you about it beforehand? Or was it just luck?" The last question is asked with an almost hopeful tone, as if she's wondering whether fate brought you here to meet her.

Käthe's eyes widen in surprise at the revelation that you were a slave, and her expression turns somber as she takes this news in. "That must have been terrible," she murmurs, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear before returning her hand to your chest.

She pauses for a moment, considering how best to respond. "I'm glad you found Priscilla then," she says at last, trying to offer some comfort and reassurance. "And that she decided to take care of you." Her gaze drifts away as she thinks about what else she might ask.

"What was it like working for your masters?" Käthe asks carefully, not wanting to pry too deeply but still curious about the life you left behind. She waits expectantly, hoping that you'll feel comfortable sharing more with her.

Käthe winces at your words, not quite able to imagine the horrors you must have endured. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her expression filled with genuine sympathy. She reaches up to brush a tear from her eye before continuing, "I know it probably doesn't feel like much now, but I promise that Priscilla and the others here will always do their best to make sure you're safe and happy."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next question carefully. "If you don't mind me asking... why did you stay with them for so long? Was there nowhere else you could have gone?" Her voice is gentle, her curiosity rooted in empathy rather than malice.

Käthe's eyes widen in understanding at your revelation. "Oh... I see." Her voice is soft and full of compassion as she wraps her arms around you, offering what little comfort she can. She remains silent for a moment, letting the weight of your words sink in before speaking again.

"I hope that things will be different now," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "That you'll find peace and happiness here with us." Her lips press against your forehead, her breath warm on your skin as she holds you close, offering whatever reassurance she can muster.

Käthe looks at you with renewed concern as you mention the mark on your body. "What kind of mark?" she asks gently, slowly tracing circles on your back as if to soothe any lingering pain or discomfort. "Did they brand you? Can I see it?" Her voice is filled with empathy and curiosity, her touch gentle and reassuring.

Käthe waits for you to answer, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might reveal. She hopes that by seeing the mark herself, she'll be able to better understand the horrors you've endured - and perhaps find a way to help you heal from them.

Käthe's eyes widen as she sees the mark on your lower back. A sharp imprint of a symbol burned into your skin: a sigil belonging to your former masters. Her touch becomes even gentler, her movements almost reverent as she traces the outline of the mark with fingertips trembling from emotion.

She pauses for a moment, her breath catching in her throat before whispering, "I'm so sorry." There's no accusation or judgment in her voice; only sorrow and understanding. She pulls back slightly, giving you space to decide how much more you want to share.

"If it would help," she says quietly, searching your eyes for any sign of what you might need, "if you wanted to get rid of the mark somehow... I mean, we could find someone who could make it go away. A healer or a mage..." Her voice trails off

Käthe's brow furrows in confusion at your firm refusal. She searches your eyes once more, hoping to find some hint of why you would choose to keep the mark despite its painful reminder of your past. "Are you sure?" she asks gently, her voice full of concern and caring. "Because we could help you get rid of it if that's what you want."

Her fingers continue to trace light circles on your back, her touch comforting even as she wonders why you would choose to keep such a painful reminder of the life you left behind.

Käthe nods slowly in understanding, even though she doesn't quite comprehend why you would want to keep the mark. Perhaps it serves as some sort of reminder of your strength and resilience, a testament to everything you've endured and overcome? Or maybe it's simply too much of a part of who you are now for you to consider removing it?

She decides not to press the matter further, instead choosing to focus on creating an environment where you feel safe, loved, and cared for. Her fingers continue their gentle tracing on your back as she gazes into your eyes, her emerald orbs reflecting the depth of her compassion and empathy.

"You know," Käthe says softly, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "you could get rid of that mark... if you wanted to. With pleasure." Her cheeks flush slightly as she real