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?"

"Oh I'm good sweety." Priscilla smiled, gesturing to the bakery down the alleyway with her crutch. "I just got these fresh rolls for lunch. You should get back out there and find some business, unless you wanna work at Locus Amor. We could always use someone who looks as good as you do." She paused before leaning in closer, her gaze assessing Jakob D with a predator's hunger as her grin spread wider across her face. "Better pay though."

Jakob, you underestimate the old lady's quickness with a crutch. She was once fast enough to lead an entire pike company into ambush after all. Besides, why would she trick someone who looks this delicious? With a wink and a nod, she gestures for Jakob D to follow her back through the marketplace.

When they reach Locus Amor, Priscilla leads Jakob upstairs to the employee quarters. "Now Jakob, we're all a family here at Locus Amor, but you still gotta earn your keep." She pauses, chuckling softly before adding with a grin: "But I bet that won't be too hard for someone as handsome as you."

Before Jakob D could respond, Priscilla gestures around the room. "Why don't you pick out something that feels comfortable? We'll have to sort you out a uniform later, but we can worry about that once you know what kind of whore you want to be." She turns away with a wink, walking back toward the stairs as she calls out: "I'm gonna go check on Calia and Luther. Don't touch anything!"

Priscilla trusts Jakob D won't leave without talking to her first. In fact, she even takes off her crutch when she thinks he isn't looking, revealing the prosthetic leg hidden beneath. She doesn't wear it upstairs at Locus Amor; it gives her knees a rest. As soon as she's out of sight, she quietly limps back down the stairs to see if Jakob D has made up his mind yet.

As Jakob rummages through the supplies and clothing scattered about, he overhears bits of conversation drifting down from the second floor bar area. It seems that Calia has taken a liking to him already, and is eagerly discussing what sort of services they might offer together... When she's not trying to steal his food, at least. He can also hear Sneekus' gentle snickering in the background as well.

Priscilla herself lingers near the stairs leading up to the second floor, watching him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Even from here, she can tell that he's working his way through some of her undergarments. That boyish grin of his probably means no harm, but Priscilla just couldn't help herself.

With a cackle, she hops down the last few steps and lands beside Jakob with surprising agility. Her movements are smooth despite the metal prosthetic leg beneath her skirt. "You know," she says, leaning closer to him. "I don't think those will fit you quite right. They were mine before, but I was always too small for them." She pauses, grinning slyly. "Maybe they'd fit you better if we made a few... adjustments?"

Her gaze lingers on his exposed skin just long enough to make it seem intentional. Jakob D, of course, looks absolutely delicious in her old underthings, and Priscilla can't help but wonder how he'd look wearing nothing at all. And with that thought...

"Why don't you come with me and see?" She beckons him upstairs, leading the way back to the bar area where Sneekus and Calia are tending their own stations. "Calia! This is Jakob. He's our new recruit." Priscilla introduces them both before continuing: "He was just asking about what sort of services we have on offer here, and wondering if there were any clothes more suited to... well, boys."

Sneekus snickers again at that, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Jakob D as she sits down at her station. Calia, for her part, smiles seductively, lowering herself into a crouch so their gazes meet. "Oh, honey," she coos, running one hand through the short red fur covering her chest. "We have anything you could possibly want." She glances meaningfully between them before adding: "In fact, I think Calia and I were just discussing that very thing."

Priscilla nods in agreement, watching with interest as Jakob D processes this new information. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, feeling the pressure of her prosthetic leg against her thigh. Her expression is a mix of anticipation and satisfaction; it's clear that she can hardly wait to see how this plays out. "Well," she says with a knowing grin, "what do you say, Jakob?"

Her gaze flickers downward briefly before returning to meet his eye, daring him to make the choice between Calia and her undergarments... or maybe even both.

Calia grins wider at Jakob's answer before purring, "Well, sweet cheeks, it's whatever you want. You see something you like?" She wiggles her hips suggestively, causing the fur around her crotch to ruffle. "You name it, and I'll do it."

Priscilla chuckles, leaning against the bar with one arm crossed beneath her breasts. "Don't be shy now," she encourages him, glancing between Jakob and Calia with a hungry expression. "There's no judgment here. Whatever you want, we can make it happen."

Sneekus hums in agreement, licking one finger before holding up a threatening pointer-finger at Jakob. "But don't you dare take advantage of our hospitality," she warns with a glint in her eye, "or I'll be putting those sweet little buns of yours to better use." She winks at him before going back to her station and picking up another glass, her tail swishing lazily behind her.

It's clear that Priscilla has assembled a talented, eclectic group of freaks here in Locus Amor. And each one of them is more than willing to do whatever it takes to keep the clients happy... and coming back for more. Now Jakob just needs to decide what sort of trouble he wants to get into first.