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?"

"There there." Priscilla said softly as she took a bite out of one of the bread rolls, handing the other to the girl in the alleyway before continuing with her soothing tone. "I won't let anyone hurt you here. Now why don't you tell me your name, sweetheart?"

She paused for a moment, studying the girl before leaning forward, conspiratorially. "Or, if you'd rather not..." she said with a wink and a mischievously raised eyebrow. "...maybe we can just have some fun first?"

"Well, I suppose that's alright." Priscilla said with a kind smile as she took another bite of her bread roll. "You can have whatever name you like. You don't got to tell me if you don't want." She paused, thinking for a moment before grinning wickedly. "...however, I will say that I find it rather rude not saying 'please' or 'thank you', don't you think?"

"Now that's better." She smiled warmly at the girl, pleased with her progress so far. "So, sweet cheeks... would you like to tell me what happened? Or would you rather just forget about it for a little while?" She leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on the girl's eyes as she spoke softly and sensually, every word dripping with intent. "...You can always come back to Locus Amor with me, you know. I run a rather... unconventional brothel."

"That's what I like to hear." Priscilla said with a pleased grin, offering her hand to the girl in the alleyway. "Now come along, sweetcheeks. You can stay at my place for as long as you need, and we'll sort everything out together."

As they walked back through the market together, Priscilla wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Don't worry," she whispered in her ear, "Everything's going to be alright." With each step they took towards Locus Amor, Priscilla could feel herself growing more and more excited at the thought of having this young, frightened creature under her care. She wondered what sort of fun she could have with her...

"...You know," she mused with a grin, "We could even give you a name if you like. Something special just for our little group here." She paused, considering. "How about 'Sara'? Sounds nice and pretty, don't you think?"

"There you go!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, her grip on Sara's shoulder tightening possessively. "Now that we have your name settled... I just can't help but wonder what sort of things you like doing in bed." Her grin widened into a predatory smirk as they turned the corner and Locus Amor came into view, lit up like a beacon of promise and desire. "We won't push you into anything, of course... But if you wanted to, well..." She nibbled lightly on her lower lip, making Sara shiver. "...I think we could have some fun."

Priscilla grinned mischievously and leaned in closer to Sara. "Well, I mean... If you decide you like it here and want to stay, there's a few of us at the brothel who might appreciate some... extra company." Her gaze flickered over Sara's body, lingering on her curves. "Besides," she continued with a knowing wink, "I think you'll find that your new friends here are more than happy to share their... affection."

They reached the door to Locus Amor, and Priscilla gestured for Sara to step inside before following closely behind. As they entered the warm embrace of the familiar bar, Priscilla couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement course through her veins at the thought of introducing this innocent girl into their unconventional family. She hoped that Sara would stay; she was just

Priscilla grinned and waved her hand vaguely around the room, gesturing at everyone. "Well, there's Luther for one." She nodded towards the demi-human at the bar. "He's a bodyguard turned... companion. And then there's Calia," she continued, motioning over to the serpentine woman lounging on a couch near the fireplace. "She's a Lamina, and a snake girl as well. She enjoys playing with her prey before..." Her voice trailed off suggestively. "Castella is one of our more recent additions," she said, gesturing towards the harpy perched on a stool by the stage. "She used to be in the Demon King's army, but defected after seeing combat for the first time. And then there's Brunhilda." She turned Sara's attention to the bison

"Brunhilda is... well, let's just say she enjoys the rough stuff." Her gaze lingered on the bison woman a moment longer before adding with a wink, "And if you have any trouble keeping up, don't worry. She can always help you out." "And then there's Käthe," she continued, motioning to the girl sitting on a bar stool beside Luther. "She isn't an employee per se; she just lives here with me. But she does have... unique tastes." Priscilla paused, studying Sara's face for her reaction before deciding it was time to lay down the ground rules. "Now, I want you to know that none of this is mandatory," she said firmly. "You can say no to anyone or anything if you want. But if you decide you'd like some company... well, we're more than

"I'm glad you approve." Priscilla chuckled and nudged Sara with her shoulder. "And rest assured, Brunhilda won't hurt you, even if she does like it rough. She's really quite gentle underneath all that bravado. But," she added seriously, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "you should probably save some of that for me, right?"

She winked at Sara before turning and heading towards the bar. "Luther!" she called out cheerfully, "This is Sara. She's going to be staying with us for a while." As the demi-human turned, his gaze lingering appreciatively on Sara's body, Priscilla elbowed him playfully and muttered under her breath, "Leave some for the rest of us!"

Luther smiled and bowed his head slightly in greeting to Sara before turning back to Priscilla. "Ah, Priscilla! How nice to see you again." His voice was smooth as silk, his accent hinting at a refined upbringing. "And who is this lovely lady I see at your side?" Priscilla glanced over at Sara, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Oh, this is Sara," she said with a chuckle. "She's going to be staying with us for a while." Then, nudging Luther in the side, she added conspiratorially, "And I think she might have quite the appreciation for knights in shining armor." Luther's grin grew wider as he looked Sara up and down. "Well then," he drawled, "I'm sure we can find something

Luther glanced down at Sara with a fond smile as she leaned against him, her eyes closed. "Is something bothering you, dear?" he asked gently, his voice warm and soothing. "Or are you simply tired from your journey?" He stroked a hand through her hair, comfortingly, his gaze meeting Priscilla's over Sara's shoulder. Priscilla smiled in response, understanding perfectly what Luther was doing. She nodded towards the back of the bar where Calia and Brunhilda were engaged in conversation, their eyes occasionally flicking in Sara's direction. "I think they're all rather curious about you," she said with a laugh, "But don't worry; everyone here is harmless."

"Of course I am," Priscilla said with a gentle chuckle. "I'm always warm and comforting, aren't I?" She looked back at Luther, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "But if you need some rest, we can always take you upstairs to one of the rooms." She nodded towards the staircase leading to the second floor, where the rooms for taking clients were located. "There's plenty of nice, soft beds up there just waiting for someone like you."

Brunhilda excused herself from her conversation with Calia and made her way over to them, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. "So," she drawled, clapping Sara on the shoulder roughly enough to make her flinch, "you're the new girl, huh?" Her gaze flickered downwards, taking in the curves visible through Sara'

Brunhilda snorted, unimpressed by the attempt at small talk. "Yeah," she said curtly before taking another step closer to Sara, her massive body towering over her. "And I thought I'd warn you about something." Her expression softened slightly. "You don't gotta do anything you don't want with us. We're all a bit... unique, and some of the girls here might not always be so nice." She paused, studying Sara for her reaction before continuing. "But Priscilla's made it clear that none of you are going to get hurt while you're here. So just remember that if anyone gives you trouble, all you gotta do is tell the boss, and we'll take care of it." With a final grin, she reached out and mussed Sara's hair playfully before turning back to Calia, leaving the newcom

Luther raised an eyebrow as Sara sighed contentedly against his arm, but said nothing further. He understood that she needed time to adjust and he was more than willing to provide her with whatever comfort and companionship she desired. As Brunhilda returned to Calia, Luther leaned in close to Priscilla, speaking quietly so only she could hear. "I think our little Sara is quite taken with you," he murmured with a knowing smirk, "It's sweet really." He took a sip of his drink before adding teasingly, "But if I were you, I wouldn't let her get too comfortable. She might start thinking she owns the place." Priscilla laughed lightly and slapped Luther playfully on the arm. "Oh hush you," she said good-naturedly, "I'm sure Sara knows who's really in charge here." As they continued

The two of them continued their conversation, with Luther occasionally glancing down at Sara and smiling fondly. As the night wore on, other employees and regulars joined them at the bar, creating a lively atmosphere filled with laughter and camaraderie. Sara found herself feeling more relaxed than she had in days, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion finally claimed her.

Noticing this, Priscilla patted Luther's arm again and stood up. "I think it's time for our little guest to get some rest," she said with a smile. "Why don't you show her upstairs, Luther? I trust you can take care of that?" Her gaze flicked meaningfully toward the staircase once more.

Luther smiled understandingly and rose to his feet, offering Sara a hand. "Of course," he said gently as she took it, "I'd

I'd be happy to show you upstairs," he assured her with a smile, helping her to her feet before guiding her toward the staircase. "The rooms are all clean and comfortable." As they ascended the steps side by side, Luther glanced over at Priscilla with a knowing grin. "You sure you don't want to come along, my dear?" he asked playfully. "Oh hush," Priscilla chuckled. "I've got work to do down here." She winked at him before adding, "But I might stop by later for a visit, if you know what I mean." They reached the top of the stairs and Luther led Sara to one of the rooms along the hallway. He unlocked it with a small key from his pocket and pushed the door open, stepping aside to let her enter first. The room was decorated simply but tastefully, with a

Luther's expression softened as he watched Sara hesitate in the doorway. "Of course you can," he murmured, taking a step closer to her. "I'd be honored." He smiled reassuringly before reaching out to gently push a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her soft skin. In response, Sara leaned into the touch, closing her eyes as she sighed contentedly. With a small, shy nod, she stepped fully into the room and moved closer to Luther, seeking comfort in his embrace. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as they walked further into the room together. "Do you want me to tuck you in?" he asked softly, gesturing toward the bed with his free hand. "Or should I help you out of your clothes first?" His voice was low and seductive, echoing through the

Luther watched as Sara's cheeks flushed pink at his suggestive words. Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling more visibly beneath his hand as she struggled for air. Luther felt a shiver run down his spine at the realization that he was arousing this innocent girl; it only served to heighten his desire. He smiled softly and bent down to kiss her neck, trailing hot breath against her skin. "What would you like, my dear?" he whispered huskily. "Do you want me to help you out of your clothes? Or would you rather I undress you myself?" His hand drifted lower on her back, pressing into the soft flesh of her derrière. Sara shuddered beneath his touch, unable to think straight anymore. She couldn't remember ever feeling so needy or wanted before; and with Luther being so gentle and caring... it was

Luther smiled at the reaction he was getting from Sara and moved even closer, his warm body pressed fully against hers as they stood in front of the bed. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, cupping her cheek with his free hand as he studied her flushed features. His touch was light, featherlike, yet somehow burned hotter than anything else she'd ever felt before. "Do you want me to undress you?" he whispered again, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Or would you rather I help you into bed first?" He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to proceed further. But as Sara shivered beneath his touch, her desire plain on her flushed face, he couldn't resist taking things

Luther smiled gently and nodded before lowering his head to nip at her neck. With a soft moan, Sara arched into the touch as he began to trail kisses down her shoulder, working on undoing the clasps that held her dress in place. Soon enough, the garment fell away to reveal a set of satin covered breasts, nipples already hard and begging for his attention. He paused for a moment to admire her body before lowering himself to his knees, taking one breast into his mouth as he used his free hand to stroke and caress the other. Sara cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against his touch as she writhed beneath him. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt like she was about to lose control completely. As Luther teased her breasts, he began to slide his hand lower, down over her stomach and