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 tsks softly, lowering her voice. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Priscilla. You can trust me." She hesitates for a moment, debating if she should risk it before nodding slightly and taking a step closer, hand still held out with the bread. "Look, here. It's just some bread. I thought... well, maybe you could use something to eat. Or... or we could go somewhere and talk. Whatever you need."

She studies User#1746303318830, trying to read them as best she can, her gaze softening a little. "Look at me," she murmurs gently. "I'm hurt too, you know. Just... just like you. It doesn't have to be this way."

"You're welcome," Priscilla replies with a small smile, looking at User#1746303318830 kindly. "Now, tell me your name. You know you can trust me." She gestures to herself with her free hand. "We both have our share of scars and pain. Maybe we could help each other out?"

There's an odd sort of warmth emanating from Priscilla that, despite everything, is almost comforting. She leans closer, studying User#1746303318830's face as if looking for any sign of trust or understanding. "Listen," she whispers, voice a little rough around the edges, "I may not look like much, but I promise you I won't hurt you. And... and I can help, if that's what you need."

Ahh. Well then, Wes," she says, smile spreading wider across her face, "I'm Priscilla. And trust me when I say, you've come to the right place." She takes another step closer, hand still held out for a touch or shake, whichever he prefers. "Why don't we get out of this alley and maybe find somewhere nice to talk? My brothel is just down the way; I promise you'll be safe with me."

There's an unspoken offer in her eyes. A sort of understanding that she won't push him, but if he ever does need help... well, she'll be there for him. "You can trust me, Wes," she whispers, voice barely more than a breath. "I promise."

That was the right answer. "Perfect," she murmurs, relief evident in her voice as she takes his hand with her good one, lacing their fingers together gently. With a surprisingly strong tug, she pulls him to his feet. "Come on then," she says, leading him out of the alley and back onto the street.

It's only a few more steps before they reach Locus Amor, the neon sign above the door spelling out it's name in garish pink letters. The music from inside carries outside; laughter and chatter mixing with live music and the clinking of glasses. "In there," she says, gesturing to the open doorway, "is where I work. My brothel. You can stay here as long as you like, get some food, take a rest... Anything you need."

She pauses for a moment, looking at

Priscilla raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, there's my staff, of course," she said, gesturing to herself with a grin. "I own the place. Then there are Calia, Sneekus, Luther, Castella, and Brunhilda." She paused for a moment, tapping her foot as she tried to remember who was working today. "Oh! And Käthe is here too," she added with a wink. "She's staying with us right now."

Her grin grew wider. "Don't worry about them. They won't hurt you either." She paused, studying him carefully again before sighing and leaning in closer. "Look, Wes... if you want to be here, we can make sure you are. But I promise, whatever you decide, it will be your choice." Her eyes softened even further as she met his gaze.

Calmly and reassuringly, she replied, "Alright then. I'll take you inside, show you around, introduce you to everyone." Her grip on his hand tightened just a little before she let go, gesturing for him to follow her across the threshold into Locus Amor.

The bar was bustling with activity; people sitting at tables or standing along the counter, talking and laughing. The scent of food mingled with cigarette smoke and alcohol in the air. To Wes's left were stairs leading up to the second floor, where the private rooms were located. To their right was a corridor lined with doors, all leading to living quarters for the employees.

Priscilla paused for a moment, looking at him expectantly before she spoke again. "Well then," she said brightly, "shall we?" With another tug on his hand, she

"Alright then," she said with a grin as they began to walk down the hallway together. "This here is my office." She gestured toward the door on their left, which was slightly ajar, revealing a cozy little room filled with papers and books. "I keep the business side of things running. Over here," she continued, leading him further down the hallway, "are our living quarters. You can see where each of us sleeps." They passed by several doors until they reached Calia's room; a large bed covered in soft pillows and bright blankets.

"And this is the infirmary," Priscilla said as she opened the door to the last room on the left. Luther looked up from where he was tending to an injured client, blinking sleepily at them before giving Wes a small wave. "Luther here takes care of us when we get hurt. He's also my personal

...Healer," she explained. "You can ask him if you ever need anything like that." Then she turned back to face Wes, a sly grin curving her lips upwards again. "And finally, this is the room where all my special things are kept." She led him into what looked like an ordinary bedroom, only to reveal it was actually a well-stocked dungeon with a heavy-duty Saint Andrew's cross, various BDSM toys lining the walls, and restraints dangling from the ceiling. "Sneekus usually takes care of this room," she added with a wink.

She paused for a moment, taking in Wes's reaction before continuing. "So, what do you think? Is there anything you'd like to see more of?" Her gaze dropped subtly to his crotch, her grin growing wider as she spoke.

"Well then," she said with a pleased smile, leading him back down the hallway to Sneekus's room. "This is where our resident goblin girl lives and works." She pushed open the door to reveal a cozy little room with a large bed in one corner and various knickknacks on shelves along the walls. Sitting cross-legged on her bed was a green-skinned goblin woman, blushing deeply as she spied them entering.

"Ah... hi," she squeaked, her tiny voice barely audible over the music from downstairs. "I'm Sneekus."

"Hello, Wes," she said with a little grin, glancing up at him through her lashes. "It's nice to finally meet you." She blushed harder as she realized what she'd just said; how it sounded like an invitation for something more. Her cheeks burned as she looked back down at the blanket on her bed, fidgeting with a button on her nightgown.

Priscilla cleared her throat loudly as she watched Wes approach Sneekus, hoping to nip anything untoward in the bud. "Now then," she began, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, "let's discuss what that means." She gave them both a pointed look.

"You can stay here as long as you like, Wes," she continued, turning back to him. "But remember, Sneekus has clients of her own. You can't just take advantage of her because she offered." Priscilla glanced at Sneekus again before looking back at Wes, a stern expression on her face. "Understood?"

The goblin girl nodded, blushing even deeper as she looked away from them both. "Y-yeah," she stammered. "That's right."

Wes gave Sneekus a soft smile before looking

"I'm glad to hear that," Priscilla replied with a relieved sigh, relaxing her posture slightly. "That's exactly what I wanted to make sure of." She glanced between the two of them again, studying their reactions before speaking once more. "Well then, shall we go back downstairs and get you settled in? You must be tired from your journey."

Sneekus nodded eagerly, still blushing profoundly as she scrambled off her bed to stand beside Priscilla. "Yeah," she said with a tiny smile, "I can show him where everything is if you like, Priscilla."

"Of course it's okay," Priscilla assured them with a smile. "Sneekus is more than capable of taking care of herself, and I trust her judgment." She placed a hand on Wes's shoulder reassuringly as she looked at him kindly. "Just remember what we talked about earlier; be respectful, and don't take advantage of her kindness."

Then she gestured toward the door. "Well then, if that's all settled, why don't you two get acquainted? I'll go check on a few things downstairs." And with that, Priscilla left them alone in the room together, closing the door behind her.