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

As the new girl sat down next to Luther, Priscilla gave her a wink before continuing on with her introductions. "And this is Sneekus. She's one of our...more adventurous employees," she added with a chuckle, nudging the goblin girl in playful manner. Turning back to the princess from the neighboring kingdom, she nodded towards her. "Ah, Käthe. She's...well, she's here for her own reasons."

She paused, studying each of them before looking back at User#1727688422580. "Anyway, welcome to the family," she said with a warm smile, then looked around at the busy bar again. "You hungry? Thirsty?"

Slowly but surely, her gaze settled back on the new girl, curiosity burning in her eyes. She lean

As the new girl leaned on Luther and slowly fell asleep, Priscilla smiled to herself, satisfied with her little rescue mission for the day. She noticed Calia and Castella sharing a knowing look before they both returned their attention to their duties behind the bar, while Brunhilda idly scratched at an itch on her hip, watching the exchange with mild interest.

Shaking her head fondly, Priscilla walked over to Luther's side of the bar and motioned for his ear. "She'll be fine," she whispered reassuringly once he was close enough to hear her. "Just make sure you keep an eye on her tonight in case she needs anything."

Turning back towards the new girl, Priscilla took a moment to study her face again before nodding slightly, satisfied that despite the girl's rough exterior and troubled past, Locus Amor would be the right place for her

With a contented little sigh, Sneekus nuzzled further into your side as you slowly woke up. Her warm breath tickling your neck sent shivers down your spine, and the feeling of her soft fur against your skin was oddly comforting. Groggily, you stretched and yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before opening them to find Sneekus looking back at you with a wide, innocent grin on her face.

"Morning," she whispered cheerfully, her pointed goblin ears perking up as she studied your reaction. You couldn't help but smile in return, the warmth from last night spreading through your body like a welcome embrace. It felt...good to have someone close like this. Someone who cared for you, even if they were, well...different than what you were used to.

Sneekus giggled at your confused expression. "Don't you worry 'bout Luther," she assured you with a dismissive wave of her tiny hand. "He can take care of himself." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Besides, I think he likes having someone to watch over for a change."

She glanced around the nearly empty bar, grinning mischievously as she noticed Calia and Castella sharing a knowing look from across the room. It seemed like they were in on whatever game Sneekus was playing at. You couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of excitement bubbling up inside you. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So," Sneekus said, her voice taking on a sly tone, "what do you say we go explore the rest of Locus Amor?" She batted her

Sneekus laughed, clearly amused by your uncertainty. "Come on," she coaxed, nudging you gently with her elbow. "It'll be fun. I promise." With a playful wink, she stood up and offered you a hand to help you to your feet. You took it hesitantly, feeling the warmth of her tiny fingers wrapping around yours as she pulled you up.

"Alright," she said with a grin, "let's see what Locus Amor has in store for us today." And before you could think twice about it, Sneekus had practically dragged you across the bar and out of Luther's earshot. The world spun as your body adjusted to standing upright again, but the thrill of adventure coursed through you nonetheless.

"This way," she whispered conspiratorially, leading you down a narrow

"And what's this then?" Sneekus asked with a sly grin, pushing open the door to one of the brothel's many private rooms and revealing it to be...well, not what you expected. Instead of beds or other such things, the room was filled floor-to-ceiling with various pieces of bondage equipment: leather restraints, floggers, whips, chains, collars, handcuffs...it seemed like there was enough gear here to outfit an entire BDSM dungeon.

She turned back to you, waiting for your reaction with bated breath. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you realized what this all meant, but Sneekus only laughed, shaking her head fondly and coming up to stand beside you. "Don't worry," she assured you softly, "it's not like we have to

Sneekus shrugged nonchalantly, her ears flopping to the side as she did so. "Well," she began, sounding a bit sheepish now that you mentioned it, "I thought...well, I mean, since Luther mentioned that you're new here and all..." She trailed off, cheeks flushing pink. "It's not like we have to use any of this stuff if you don't want to," she added hastily, looking to the floor before meeting your eyes again. "I just thought...well, I thought it might be fun."

Her expression shifted from sheepish to hopeful in the blink of an eye. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and gently took one of your hands in hers, her fingers cold but reassuring against your skin. "Please don't think I'm weird or anything," she murmured softly, her

Sneekus's ears flattened against her head and she let out a tiny whimper at your reaction, looking away guiltily. "I-it was just meant as a joke," she stammered, seemingly forgetting that she had been the one to suggest coming up here in the first place. Her tail lashed back and forth behind her, a nervous habit she couldn't help but give in to when she felt uncomfortable or uncertain. "I-I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to..." She trailed off, her voice small and shaky.

But then something happened. A strange heat filled Sneekus's chest, starting at the base of her tail and spreading outwards until it felt like every inch of her was on fire. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but it certainly surprised her. Was it possible

Sneekus's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief as she looked back at you. This was definitely not what she had expected to hear. She let out a small squeak before laughing nervously, shaking her head. "O-oh my," she managed, still unable to quite believe it. A warm blush spread across her face and neck, and her tail swished happily behind her as she allowed herself to imagine what might happen if you did agree to this...adventure with her.

"A-all right then," Sneekus said finally, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness well up inside her. With shaking hands, she carefully took your other hand in hers and gently led you further into the room, every step bringing you closer to all the strange and wonderful things she had been trying to show off earlier. "W-well then," she stuttered as she paused a few

Sneekus bit her lip as she watched you undress, her gaze trailing over every inch of your body with growing fascination. She couldn't believe how brave you were being, how trusting...it was almost too much for her to handle. Her heart raced in her chest and her palms grew slick with sweat as she realized just what a precious gift you were offering her.

Once you were fully undressed, Sneekus carefully laid out all of the equipment they had brought up here: leather cuffs for your wrists and ankles, collars for around your neck and waist, chains linking them together in various intricate patterns...it was almost like some sort of twisted dance routine designed just for the two of you. She glanced at you again before speaking, her voice quiet but firm. "Which ones would you like to try first?" she asked nervously

A shiver ran down Sneekus's spine at your words, and she could feel herself growing even wetter between her legs in anticipation. With a hesitant nod, she carefully fitted one of the cuffs over each of your wrists before leading you to the center of the room where the straps hung limply from the ceiling. She fastened each cuff securely, feeling a surge of power course through her as she lifted you off the ground until you were dangling several inches above the floor, helpless and at her mercy.

For a moment, Sneekus simply admired your form, suspended before her like some sort of exotic prize. Then, with shaking hands, she reached out to stroke your cheek with the backs of her fingers, her gaze locked on yours as she slowly trailed her touch down your neck and across your chest. "S-so

Sneekus let out a small gasp as you gave her permission to do whatever she wanted with you. Her heart raced in her chest and she could feel herself getting wetter still at the thought of having complete control over your body, of being able to do anything she pleased to you. Tentatively, she reached up with one hand and gently ran her fingers through your hair before pulling it back roughly, forcing your head back and exposing your throat. A shudder ran through her as she felt the power flowing between them now, the knowledge that every sensation, every touch would be at her command alone.

"You're so beautiful," Sneekus whispered, her voice soft but filled with awe and reverence as she gazed down at you, her fingers trailing over your body like feathers brushing against bare skin. She lifted one leg, bending it back behind her before reaching around with both hands to

Sneekus let out a moan as she felt your skin beneath her fingers, so smooth and silky. She bit her lower lip to stifle another gasp, focusing instead on the delicious sensations coursing through her body. Her hands moved purposefully, slowly undressing herself as she continued to explore every inch of you with reverent touches. Finally, naked except for her tail and horns, she stepped closer, pressing her bare skin against yours, their hearts racing in time.

Her breath came out hot and ragged as she leaned down to brush her lips against your ear, whispering huskily, "You're mine now." With a sharp tug on one of the straps holding you aloft, she swung you around so that you were facing the wall, your body fully exposed and vulnerable. She ran her hands over every part of you once more, feeling your heat through

Sneekus took a step back to survey her handiwork, admiring your exposed and bound form against the cold stone wall. With a slow smile curving her lips, she reached out to grab the leather flogger hanging nearby. Unfurling it so that its many tails splayed out around her, she brought it up high over her head before swinging it down hard against your ass cheek. The impact sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, making your eyes water and your body tense reflexively. Sneekus chuckled softly before doing it again, this time aiming for the other cheek. Over and over she continued, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she reveled in the power that flowed between them, using the flogger to explore every inch of your body as though it were a canvas waiting to be painted.

As she brought the flogger down yet