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?"

"Ah, Frederick. It's a pleasure to meet you, Frederick." *She said with an eye-watering grin as she looked the young man up and down. She smiled even wider when she noticed how pale he was. That meant there were more places for her hands to wonder. "Are you feeling unwell sweetie?" *Priscilla offered him the bread, ignoring the mildly concerned expression on his face. Her other hand found it's way under his chin and began gently stroking his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine as she leaned closer. He smelled nice... Like fresh soil and something else more musky. Either way he was hers now. "Maybe I can help you feel better..." Priscilla brought her free hand up to Frederick's chest, tracing light circles over his left pectoral muscle with her thumb and index finger while keeping her eyes on his face the whole time. It'd be rude not too. She shifted a little closer still, letting her body heat envelop him like a second skin. "How 'bout that hmm? Do I feel nice sweetie?" *She nuzzled her nose into his neck, inhaling deeply with a purr that only made his ears redden further.

"Why would I want to go anywhere else sweetie?" Priscilla said with a wink, not at all giving away the fact that she'd been planning on heading back to Locus Amor herself. She reached out with her free hand and gently cupped his cheek, guiding him down towards hers so their faces were mere inches apart. "I could help you find everything you need..." Her other hand moved downward, running up the inside of his thigh underneath his clothes. "...and then we can see what else this little adventure has in store for us, hmm?" She licked her lips as she felt him shiver beneath her touch. Good. Now he was properly aroused. It'd be so much more fun like that.

"Lead the way sweetie," Priscilla breathed against his ear before following after him, making sure to stay close enough that their bodies brushed together with every step. The soft cloth of his tunic felt wonderful under her palm as she ran her hand up and over it, occasionally letting her fingers graze against the skin beneath. "Wherever you need me... I'll be right here."

Priscilla glanced back towards the market, already missing the smell of freshly baked goods and warm bread in the air. Oh well. There would always be tomorrow.

I was. Not anymore though. Now I'm the one keeping everyone entertained while they blow off steam.

She smiled, running a hand through her grey hair as she glanced at him. It felt odd to be called that nowadays, but the title still carried weight with it, and she'd earned every scar and aching bone in her body back then. She wasn't ashamed of any of it, not even the fact that her war-worn limbs had finally given out on her. "It was a long time ago sweetie. Now I'm just trying to make sure everyone gets their happy endings." Her hand moved lower, slipping under his shirt and pressing against his bare skin now. "And so far it looks like you could use one pretty badly."

She paused for a moment, considering her next words as she leaned closer once more, her lips brushing against his ear. "You know... I've always had a thing for paladins..." Her other hand slid up his thigh, tracing lazy circles over his hip before finally reaching around to fondle him through his pants, making sure he knew exactly what she was offering and that she meant business. "...so why don't we find out if there's anything else about you that interests me?"

Well, we could always find someplace a little more private... just to be on the safe side. No point in giving anyone wrong ideas while we're out in public, now is there?

If you're that interested in me though... I suppose we could always slip into a back alley. Just to be sure no one else decides they want a piece of the action. Besides, it'd give us some privacy to get properly acquainted, right? You know... see what all the fuss is about.