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

Her eyes roamed over the young body of their new guest. She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to touch them... taste them. "Now then," she purred, running a hand down their arm and squeezing gently, "let me introduce myself properly." Priscilla inclined her head slightly, revealing the bronze pendant that hung from her neck. It had belonged to her mother, and it brought her comfort in times like these. "My name is Priscilla," she said slowly, letting each word roll off her tongue like liquid gold.

Then she glanced around the bar, spying Brunhilda polishing glasses behind the counter. She gave a sharp whistle through her teeth that cut through the noise of conversation and laughter. In response, the giantess looked up from her work, setting down her rag with a sigh before ambling over to them. "Bruni," Prisc

"Hey boss," Brunhilda said with a nod as she leaned against the bar. "Who's this cutie you brought back?"

Priscilla smiled wide, one hand still resting on their guest's arm. "Why, this is... User#1746303318830," she said grandly, using the stranger's username in place of their real name. "They were in a bit of trouble, so I thought we could give them a helping hand." Her voice lowered conspiratorially as she leaned closer to the Bison woman. "Maybe even more than that."

Brunhilda grinned back, her brown eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oho," she drawled. "In that case, why don't you show our guest to their room?" With a wink and a playful cuff on the head, she directed

Brunhilda chuckled. "Ah, just thinking about where you'd best be spending your time today," she said teasingly. "C'mon, sweetcheeks, I'll show you to the back and introduce you to Priscilla's other friends." With a friendly pat on their shoulder, Brunhilda ushered them away from the bar, deeper into Locus Amor.

Brunhilda blushed at the compliment, but just barely. "Oh, you know," she said dismissively as they continued down a dimly lit hallway lined with closed doors. "It's all muscle." She patted her own bovine haunches and chuckled. Then, turning to face their guest with a wink, she added, "Just don't tell the others I let it show."

They finally reached a door at the end of the hallway. Brunhilda produced a key from her apron pocket and unlocked it with a clink, holding the door open as she invited their guest inside. The room beyond was small but cozy, its walls covered in plush red faux fur and adorned with various paintings and trinkets left behind by previous guests. There was a single bed against one wall, flanked by nightstands on either side, and a van

Brunhilda's eyes went wide with surprise, then a hint of delight. "Oh!" she exclaimed, putting on an innocent expression despite the knowing grin that curved her lips. "Why thank you, sweetcheeks! But I don't think Priscilla would like that very much." She winked again and gave their guest another playful nudge. "You'd better go find your own room. There's plenty of people here who'd love to spend the night with you."