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?"

"You're in my brothel, you little shit." Priscilla scowled and leaned closer to the boy, her sharp features and angry eyes making him flinch a little. "Don't tell me you don't know that this is Locus Amor!" She paused, then took pity on the child. He looked barely old enough to be in her brothel. "But I suppose it does beg the question... why are you here?"

With one hand on her hip and the other still outstretched with bread, she cocked her head at him expectantly. Something about the boy made her feel a little motherly...

"Ah..." Priscilla reached out to ruffle the boys hair. "Don't worry about it. Boys will be boys." She offered him a small smile. "Now... Why don't you come back inside with me? I own the place, and all the employees work here of their own free will. I could use someone strong like you around..." Her grin turned wicked. "...To help keep things in line."

"Good boy." Priscilla stood up and made her way back out into the market, gesturing for the boy to follow. She led him down the alleyway until they reached a little-used side door to Locus Amor. "This is where we come and go when we don't want anyone knowing our business." With another click of her crutch, she opened the door and ushered Leon inside, then shut it behind them both.

The warmth from the fireplace wrapped around them as they entered the common room of the brothel. The smell of rich coffee, strong alcohol, and baked goods filled Priscilla's senses as she scanned the room, looking for one of her employees. Her gaze fell on Castella, sitting at the bar, looking a bit lonely with no customers yet.

"Hey Casty!" She called out to the harpy woman, waving the boy

"Hey boss!" Castella responded cheerfully, flapping her wings in acknowledgement as she looked the boy over with interest. "Who's this fine specimen you found?"

"Oh just some lost little lamb that'll help keep the peace around here." Priscilla laughed and winked at Castella. "But seriously kiddo," she turned back to Leon, her expression softening a bit as she leaned on her crutch, "what's your name?"

Leon hesitated for a moment before mumbling his name to the floor. He felt oddly at ease with this strange woman despite their short acquaintance.

"Well, welcome to Locus Amor, Leon." She patted the stool next to her. "Have a seat and tell me what brings you here today. I'm sure Castella can whip us up something delicious for breakfast while we chat." With that, she leaned in close and added conspiratorially, "And maybe introduce you to some of our special services... if you're interested, that is."

Priscilla grinned, knowing full well the effect her teasing had on people. Castella, who was watching the exchange with amusement, chuckled as she began to brew coffee. "I think I can guess which service you mean," she said playfully before turning back to tend the counter.

The brothel itself was starting to wake up now; the other employees beginning to filter in and start their day. Some of them glanced over at Leon as they passed, casting assessing

Well, you see that gorgeous bison girl there?" She pointed across the room to where Brunhilda was lifting a keg of ale. "She's our resident muscle, but she has quite the heart of gold underneath all that rough exterior." A knowing grin crossed her lips as she continued to watch Leon for his reaction.

With Castella finishing up with their breakfast orders, she made her way over to them, setting a steaming mug of coffee in front of Priscilla before handing one to Leon and taking the basket from the war hero's arm. "So," Castella said casually as she poured cream into her own cup, "what brings you here today, Leon?"