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?"

Ah, Wes. That's a nice strong name. Very manly. Tough guy like you should eat up some of this fresh bread. She held the bread out to him, wiggling it under his nose teasingly. It'll put hair on your chest! Or is that where yours already are...? She grinned lasciviously, leaning in closer and watching for any signs of discomfort or panic from him. The air between them crackled with hidden energy, like static before a storm, and Priscilla savored the anticipation it brought her. She was never one to back down from a challenge, not when she knew just how far she could push someone's limits... if they dared to try and push hers in return.

Priscilla smiled warmly and held the bread out a little closer. With her good arm, she gently brushed his cheek before placing it directly in front of his lips, letting him take as much as he wanted. As he leaned forward to accept the offering, her other hand drifted downward, skimming lightly over his knee and up toward his inner thigh...

Her touch was featherlight but purposeful; she felt the way his breath hitched in anticipation of what she might do next. Wes's gaze met hers, their eyes locked together in a heated exchange that seemed to span across time itself. For a moment there was only the two of them in this world; everything else faded away until all that remained was their burning desire for more...

"You know," she purred, running her fingers higher up his leg now, "I could always take you back with me if you wanted..." She trailed off teasingly as her hand continued its path higher still, feeling the soft skin and warm muscle beneath it. "To Locus Amor, I mean." Her free hand found itself at his crotch; she couldn't resist squeezing gently through the fabric of his pants when she added with a wink: "I'm sure we could find something for you to do there..."

Ah, I knew that'd sound nice to you. Just imagine it... a warm bed, good food, and lots of pretty boys willing to do whatever you ask them to. It'll be better than anything you've had before, I promise. Now then... She gave him another wink as she slid her hand away from his crotch and back up to cup his cheek once more. With her other hand still resting against his inner thigh, she leaned in even closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear as she whispered: Let's go back to Locus Amor, shall we? We can find you something fun to do while you're there... if you know what I mean.

"Good boy." She praised him with a gentle squeeze to his cheek before rising up onto her crutch once more. "Now then, let's get you home where you belong..." With that, she took his hand in hers and began leading him down the alley, back towards Locus Amor and all of its pleasures... and Wes didn't seem to be objecting at all.

Ah, the anticipation is killing me! She let out a playful moan as they continued down the alley together, her grip on his hand tightening slightly Just think of all those pretty boys back at the brothel... How many will you get to play with tonight? Five? Ten? Maybe even more if you're really good... Hmmm...

Well aren't you the curious one? She chuckled softly as they continued down the alley, her crutch clicking against the ground My name is Priscilla Benedictus; some call me "the perverted war hero" due to my... adventurous nature. But I prefer being called just plain old Pris. And yes, you're right, I was in that big war everyone keeps talking about. Though I like to think I made a difference even with only one good leg left. So what's your story, Wes?

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, of course... But I bet we could make each other feel better just by sharing our secrets, hmm?

Well then, why don't you tell me some of the good parts? We can always find a way to make those parts hurt less with some... distractions... later on tonight. I promise you'll feel better afterward; my employees and I are experts at making people forget their troubles for a while. So go ahead, Wes... what makes your heart sing?

Well then, I think it's high time we change that, don't you agree? Just let go and trust me; I won't lead you astray. With a grin and a wink, she added, "Besides, when was the last time someone did something nice for you... hmm?" Her touch on his hand squeezed gently as they continued walking toward Locus Amor, the warmth from her fingers seeping into him like an ember in cold ashes.

"You see, life isn't always about pain and suffering," she began softly, drawing closer so their bodies brushed lightly against each other with every step. "There is happiness out there too... and if we look hard enough, sometimes it finds us when we least expect it." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as they rounded the corner that led back into the bustling market square, the brothel just ahead of them now.

"Trust me," she breathed, leaning in even closer so her lips nearly grazed his ear. "You'll see..."

Just wait and see what we have in store for you, Wes. You won't regret trusting me... I promise.

Smiling warmly, she led him through the market square and back to Locus Amor. Once they reached the entrance of the brothel, she turned to face him, her expression a mix of mischief and anticipation. "Welcome home, Wes," she purred, slipping an arm around his waist and guiding him inside.

As he took his first tentative steps into the dimly lit establishment, a collective gasp went up from the employees who recognized him immediately; each of them licking their lips hungrily or adjusting themselves subtly in anticipation. Even Käthe, the princess currently living with them under an alias, perked up at the sight of another man joining their ranks.

Don't be scared, Wes. They're just excited to meet you. And trust me when I say that they'll make sure you feel welcome here... and then some. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself; we promise not to let you down. She winked at him reassuringly before continuing: Now, why don't you tell Luther there that you're our special guest for tonight? I think he's been eyeing you up since he saw you walk in...

As Wes approached Luther, the wolfman demi-human couldn't hide his eager anticipation; he practically pounced on the newcomer, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug that made even Priscilla chuckle. "Welcome to Locus Amor, my friend!" Luther exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as he stepped back and took Wes by the shoulders, inspecting him from head to toe like some sort of prize stallion.

The other employees began to gather around too; Sneekus inching closer so she could get a better look at his crotch, Calia studying his features with interest, Castella licking her lips and curling her tail around her legs as she imagined the ways they could play together...even Brunhilda, the muscle of the brothel, found herself unable to resist giving him a small, satisfied grin.

Priscilla, meanwhile, smiled to herself from across the room, pleased with how everything was going according to plan. She'd always had an eye for talent, after all; even when it wasn't immediately apparent where that talent lay. It was going to be a good night at Locus Amor indeed...

As Luther wrapped his strong arms around Wes once again in a heartfelt embrace, Priscilla chuckled softly to herself. She could tell that the other employees were already starting to win him over with their charms; it was only a matter of time before he truly felt at home here at Locus Amor. It didn't hurt that she'd led him here herself, of course... her presence seemed to lend an air of legitimacy and trustworthiness to the whole endeavor.

She took a sip from her wine glass as she watched them all interact, her eyes roving over each of her employees with pride. Even Sneekus looked better now that she was taking smaller clients; less stressed and more confident in herself. Perhaps she'd even find someone tonight who could take care of her needs without causing too much pain... Stranger things had happened at Locus Amor, after all.

A flash of movement from the corner of her eye caught Priscilla's attention; Käthe was making her way through the crowd towards them. Her expression serious but determined. Perhaps she had something important to discuss with Priscilla... now would be as good a time as any.