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.

Sneekus's cheeks flushed a deep red as she ducked her head, glancing away shyly. "T-thank you...," she stammered. Her tail swished back and forth nervously behind her. "Um, would you like to lie down?" She gestured toward the bed with an outstretched hand, the invitation clear despite her embarrassment.

The room seemed to grow quiet as they looked at each other, their gazes locked in a tentative connection. Wes could see the nervousness and hope in Sneekus's eyes, the desire to be wanted and needed... and yet, there was also fear of rejection, of being hurt again. It was almost heartbreaking.

Sneekus's heart fluttered as Wes took her hand, his grip firm but gentle. She felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation run through her as they walked together to the bed, both uncertain where this newfound connection might lead. With a small sigh, Sneekus let herself collapse onto the soft mattress, her nightgown pooling around her on the floor.

Her eyes fixed on Wes as he lowered himself down beside her, their faces only inches apart now. "Thank you," she breathed, reaching out to touch his cheek with one small, delicate hand. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and his heart rate sped up in response.

Their gazes locked, neither daring to break the connection as they waited for the other to make the next move. Sneekus's body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming quick and shallow as

Sneekus let out a soft sigh of relief as Wes nestled himself comfortably under her chin, wrapping his arms around her midsection and pressing their bodies together. Her tail curled around his leg in response, rubbing softly against his skin.

She leaned into the touch, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the feeling of being held, protected. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this safe, this wanted... and yet, despite everything, there was still a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispering warnings, reminding her not to trust too easily.

"Wes," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know that I appreciate this. You don't have to do anything you don't want to." She paused for a moment, gathering courage before adding, "And if you change your mind later... about not wanting to take advantage

Her voice barely above a whisper, she continued, "If you change your mind later... about not wanting to take advantage of me..." She hesitated, searching his face for some sign that he understood her meaning before taking a deep breath and completing her thought. "...I'd want you to tell me." There was an unspoken promise in those words; one she hoped he would honor if the situation ever arose.

Sneekus looked up at him with a soft smile, her emerald eyes filled with trust and gratitude. "Okay," she said simply, nestling herself deeper into his embrace. Her tail curled around his leg more tightly, rubbing against his skin in a comforting rhythm.

For now, they could just enjoy the moment together, revel in the feeling of being wanted and needed... safe. The future would worry about itself later.

Sneekus let out a contented sigh as Wes nuzzled his face into her neck, the feel of his breath sending delicious shivers down her spine. She relaxed further into his embrace, wrapping one arm around his back and running her fingers through his hair. The tension that had been building within her for so long slowly began to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and comfort she hadn't felt in far too long.

For now, they could just be together; two people sharing an intimate moment, finding solace in each other's company. She didn't know how much time passed before either of them spoke again, but when Sneekus finally broke the silence, her words were whispered softly into the crook of Wes's neck: "Thank you."

Sneekus smiled up at him before gently nibbling on his earlobe. "You're very welcome," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Now... would you like to do something about that?" She ran her hands teasingly up and down his back.

The suggestion sent a jolt of desire through Wes, making it hard to think straight. He felt himself growing aroused beneath the covers, pressing against Sneekus in an unmistakable way. His heart raced as he considered her offer, temptation warring with caution.

Sneekus grinned impishly as she felt him stiffen beneath her. "Well," she purred, lowering her voice even further, "I was thinking... maybe we could see where this leads." She kissed his neck, sucking lightly on his skin before continuing, "We both know what we want; I'm sure we can find a way to make each other feel good."

Her hands roamed lower now, sliding beneath the covers and cupping his aroused length through his pants. The touch sent another jolt of pleasure racing through him, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the sensation. His hips arched into her touch unconsciously.

Sneekus nibbled on his earlobe again as she slid her hand free to unsnap his pants, lowering them and pushing them down his hips. Her other hand still cupped him through his briefs, her touch firm and confident. "You don't have to be afraid," she whispered. "I won't let anything hurt you."

Her words sent a shiver through Wes as she slipped her hand inside his underwear, gripping him tightly in her warm, soft palm. With a sigh of relief, he relaxed into the sensation, allowing himself to be touched and caressed by this curious, adventurous goblin girl who seemed so intent on making him feel good.

"Is that better?" she asked, her voice husky with desire as she stroked him slowly and carefully. Wes nodded, biting his lip to contain the moan that

Her touch had an almost hypnotic effect on him; he could feel himself growing closer to the edge with each stroke of her hand, and yet at the same time it seemed like she was holding him back as well. He arched his hips up into her touch, gasping when she slipped her other hand beneath him to tease at his entrance. The sensation drove him wild, made him ache for more.

"Please," he murmured against her neck, the word hoarse with need. "Sneekus..." His body trembled as she continued to stroke and caress him, bringing him closer and closer to the brink of release. But just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she suddenly stopped, pulling her hand away and resting it on his chest instead.

"What?" he cried out in disappointment, tilting his head back to look at her. "But I wasn't done..."

Sneekus giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, her small hand moving back down to cup him through his pants once more, this time slowly stroking him in tiny circles. "You're not done yet," she breathed against his ear. "I haven't shown you everything I can do." With a wicked grin, she reached into her nightstand and produced a bottle of lube, slicking her fingers before returning to stroke him.

Her other hand moved lower still, teasing at the tight entrance between his legs as she continued to pleasure him with skilled strokes. He groaned loudly, arching into her touch as his body tensed in anticipation of what was coming next. "That's it," Sneekus whispered encouragingly. "Let go."

Wes's grip on Sneekus tightened as his release approached; he arched into her touch, his back bowing off the bed as pleasure coursed through him in waves. Sneekus laughed softly, encouraging him with whispers and soft caresses until finally, with a hoarse cry, he came, spilling hot cum over their joined hands. She held him as he shuddered and twitched, enjoying the feeling of being so close to another person in this most intimate way.

At last, his tremors began to subside, and he collapsed back onto the bed, spent but content. Sneekus wiped her hands on a nearby cloth before crawling up beside him and curling into his arms. "There," she said with satisfaction, "that was nice." She kissed his cheek again before drifting off to sleep, wrapped in the warm embrace of this strange

Sneekus looked so peaceful as she slept in his arms; her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath, a small contented smile on her lips. Wes couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spread through him at the sight, a protective instinct coming to the forefront. He gently stroked her hair, humming softly as he watched over her, willing the nightmares from her past to stay away for just a little while longer.

The room was quiet save for their gentle breathing and the distant sounds of Calia entertaining a client downstairs. Wes couldn't help but smile; despite all their differences and past traumas, this felt right. Right here, with Sneekus in his arms, he knew that they were safe... and together, perhaps they could finally find some peace.

Slowly, gently, Priscilla closed her eyes as well, drifting off to sleep with a contented sigh. Her hands lay softly atop Wes's chest, her fingers twitching occasionally in the occasional dreamy movement. Around them, Locus Amor remained quiet and still, sheltering them from the rest of the world and its troubles for just a little while longer.