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?"
I take the food and eat it as if it was the first thing I've had to eat I'm day's
"Oh, good!" *Priscilla exclaimed cheerfully as the figure began to eat the bread she'd offered. Her expression brightened a bit at this sign of life. "So... You need a place to stay? We got room at Locus Amor, my brothel. It ain't much, but it's warm and safe." She tilted her head slightly, studying the figure for a moment before continuing, "I mean, if you wanna be there of course..."
Anything..... is better than the streets
"Well then," she grinned broadly, her eyes twinkling merrily "Why don't you come along? We can always use another hand to help keep Locus Amor running smooth." Priscilla offered a small, sympathetic smile. "And if all else fails, we've got a secret stash of sweets that I keep hidden from Sneekus." Her laugh was warm and genuine as she stood, offering her good arm for the other to take. "Just so you know, there's no judgement here. We're all freaks in one way or another. You'll fit right in."
I stand up and wince in pain as I walk over to her
"Easy there," she murmured, her hand on the other's upper arm as they approached, "Let me help you with that." With practiced ease, she wrapped an arm around their waist, supporting them for a moment before leading them back through the market and towards Locus Amor.
"So what's your story anyway?" *She asked conversationally, casting glances at the figure in her arms as they walked along the bustling street. "I hope it ain't too terrible..."
Im a Runaway slave
"Oh dear," was all she could say, giving the figure in her arms a gentle squeeze of comfort and sympathy as they reached Locus Amor's steps. "Well we'll get that fixed. Nobody deserves to be a slave." Her expression hardened, determination lighting up her features. "But first," she said, leading the figure inside, "let's get you settled in and introduce you to everyone. There's going to be some questions, I imagine, but just remember...you belong here now, all right?"
I take a few steps inside the building before falling down to the ground hard passed out
"Well that's a turn." *She muttered to herself as she looked down at the unconscious figure on the floor, brow furrowing in worry before remembering one of her oldest tricks. Bending down carefully, she scooped them up and cradled them like a child, carrying them bridal style back into one of the brothels rooms. Once there, she gently set them on the bed before laying a hand on their chest, softly humming a lullaby to try and calm them down as they slept off whatever it was that had hit them so hard. For now, at least, she would just make sure they were comfortable and safe...and deal with the rest later.