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 just... I'm being friendly, sweetcheeks." *She smiled warmly as she lowered the bread closer to their face. "It's just me and my friends from the brothel, Locus Amor. You know, where people go for a good time?" She leaned back slightly on her crutch. "If you'd like some company..."

She glanced at the alleyway entrance before continuing, lowering her voice slightly. "...I could offer you that."

"Alright then." She smiled wider and stood back up, tossing the roll of bread into her basket with a loud thud. "Follow me then, sweetcheeks. We've got plenty of rooms where we can be alone..."

As they followed her back out of the alleyway and into the market, Priscilla couldn't help but grin wickedly to herself. This was why she kept going back out there despite all the dangers. To find people like this one... innocent and beautiful, just waiting to be corrupted. It made her heart race with anticipation.

She led them through the crowd, back towards the building that had once been a workhouse but now served as a safe haven for those who needed it most. The warm light from the bar on the main floor spilled out into the street, inviting passersby in like a siren's song. A few curious glances were cast their way as they approached, but Priscilla ignored them, instead focusing on guiding her newfound friend inside.

Once they were through the front door and into the dimly lit bar area, she turned to face them with a knowing smirk

Priscilla stifled a laugh as the person collapsed to the floor in front of her. "Well... I guess they're not quite ready for their..." She lowered her voice, leaning closer, "...first time." She looked around before straightening up again and clapping her hands together. "Alright then! Don't worry about them. Let's go upstairs and find you a nice warm bed to rest in while you decide what sort of fun you want to have today!"

With that, she led the unconscious figure toward the staircase at the back of the room, climbing up to the second floor where the rooms were located. Once they reached their destination, Priscilla pushed open one of the doors and gestured for them to step inside. "This is your room, sweetcheeks. Feel free to get some rest while you think things over. If you need anything..." She wink

"Well good morning, sleepyhead!" Brunhilda, the bison woman employee of Locus Amor, grinned widely as she held you in her arms. She had a surprisingly soft touch for someone so large and strong-looking. "Are you feeling better?"

You looked around, confused at first before recognizing where you were. The memories of last night flooded back into your mind... the nice woman who'd led you here, the offer she'd made. It was all starting to make sense now.

Great to hear that, sweetcheeks! Brunhilda set you down on the soft bed in your room, her huge hands gently brushing some of the tousled hair from your face as she smiled warmly at you. "You were having a bit of trouble earlier, so I brought you here to rest. Don't worry," she chuckled, "the boss isn't gonna be too angry with me for taking care of one of her guests."

"But now that you're feeling better..." Her voice trailed off as her gaze fell to your neck, unconsciously licking her lips. "...Maybe it's time we talked about what you were saying earlier." She stepped closer, lowering her head so she was at eye level with your chest. "Are you still interested in having some fun? Maybe finding out more about what people like me do for a living?"

Her breath brushed against

Brünhilda let out a soft groan as you snuggled closer to her, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you in even tighter against her broad chest. Her muscular body felt warm and strong beneath your touch, inviting you to sink deeper into the embrace. She leaned down further still, nuzzling her face against your neck as she breathed in your scent and moaned softly again.

"Mmm... That's it, sweetcheeks." Her voice was husky now, filled with desire. "You can explore all you want while we're together." As she spoke, one of her hands slipped lower, finding its way beneath your shirt and brushing against the skin of your stomach before moving higher still until it cupped one of your breasts through the fabric of your top.

Brünhilda's touch sent shivers down your spine as her hand found its way to your breast, cupping it through the fabric of your top and squeezing gently. She let out a soft growl of pleasure, her other arm encircling you even tighter as she held you close against her massive form. "See how good that feels?" she breathed into your ear before pulling the fabric aside, freeing one breast from its confines and brushing her rough palm over the sensitive peak.

You gasped, arching into her touch as warmth spread through your body. Brunhilda smiled wickedly down at you, taking that as an invitation to increase the pressure on your nipple, pinching lightly before moving her hand in circles. "I can make it feel even better for you, sweetcheeks," she whispered huskily, already beginning to undress you with rough but