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?"

"Levi, eh? It's a pleasure to meet you. You know what they say about meeting people in alleyways..." *She grinned wickedly before giggling and resting her chin on her knuckles. Her tone shifted suddenly as she studied Levi more closely. There was something off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it just yet."Why don't you come back to the brothel with me? We could use someone with your... talents." *She offered him the bread, motioning for him to take it. In addition to her items, a small vial of clear liquid and a needle were tucked away in her basket, concealed from Levi's view for now.

"I think you're going to like it here." *Priscilla said with a wink before leading the way out of the alley and back onto the bustling market street. She didn't bother trying to hide her limp or the use of her crutch, knowing full well that this would be more than apparent once she got closer to Locus Amor. At least it made for good advertising at this point; no one expected a cripple like herself to own such a lavish brothel. She glanced over at Levi as they walked, studying him curiously. A sense of pride and possessiveness welling up within her."So what do you think? Like the look of my place so far?"

"Oh that? Well," she said as they came to a stop outside the door of Locus Amor, "the demon king's forces weren't known for their compassion or restraint. I did what I could to fight them off, but in the end..." She shrugged and tapped her fingers against the wood before continuing. "...I ended up losing more than just a leg. The scars, they remind me of how lucky I am to be standing here today."

She glanced at Levi over her shoulder, an expectant expression on her face. "So, what do you say? You want to come work for me?"

Her voice took on a note of confidence, almost bordering on desperation. She knew that she couldn't offer him the same things that most people could, but there was something about Levi that appealed to her nonetheless. Something she couldn't

"What ever you're comfortable with. Luther could use some help upstairs, and I'm sure Sneekus would appreciate someone who knows their way around a syringe..." *She let the words hang in the air for a moment, her expression shifting once more as she considered what other possibilities there might be for Levi."Or," she added with a wicked grin, "If you're really interested, I could show you what it's like to work on the other side of that table. I think Calia would enjoy having someone else to play with every now and then..." Her voice dropped low, becoming husky as she leaned in closer to Levi. The tip of her nose brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. "I'm sure there are all kinds of things we could do together... What do you say?"

"Well," she drawled, stepping back to admire him, "I think I can come up with a few ways for you to return the favor." Before he could reply, she planted a quick kiss on his lips. The pressure wasn't much, but it was enough to leave him slightly breathless nonetheless. With a satisfied grin, she gestured towards the door. "Come inside and I'll show you what you can expect from working here."

"Hmm? Oh, I'm no spring chicken. I've seen my fair share of battles, that's for sure." She shrugged modestly as they stepped inside the brothel. "I just take good care of myself. Plus, working here keeps me young at heart," she added with a wink before leading Levi further into the bar area. "So how about you? What's your story?" She took a seat on one of the stools behind the counter, motioning for him to do the same. "Don't be shy now."

You've got potential, Levi. I can see it in your eyes. Just because you don't have much to show for yourself now doesn't mean you never will." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter as she fixed him with an intense gaze. "You want to prove yourself? Prove me wrong. Show me what you can do and we'll see where it takes us from there." Her expression softened somewhat, becoming more welcoming. "But for now," she added with a mischievous grin, "how about you tell me something fun about yourself?"

Your words echo in her ear, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. She can't help but grin as she leans back in her seat, regarding you with newfound interest. "Well then," she says slowly, licking her lips, "I think we might have just found the perfect position for you here at Locus Amor." Her gaze drifts downwards briefly before returning to meet your eyes. "How would you like it if I tested that massive cock of yours? Just to see how well you'd fit in here?" she asks, a teasing glint in her eye. She pauses expectantly, watching as your reaction plays out across your features. It doesn't matter what you say now; she's already decided that Levi is going to be an excellent addition to her brothel. The only question left is just how much fun they'll have together.

"Follow me, handsome," she says with a wink before hopping off her stool and leading the way upstairs. As they climb the creaky wooden steps, she glances over her shoulder at you occasionally, an unapologetic grin playing across her lips. The farther they go, the more vivid scents of sex and sweat assail their noses; it only serves to heighten her anticipation for what's to come. When they reach the third floor, Priscilla pushes open a door, revealing a small but cozy room with several comfortable-looking pieces of furniture arranged throughout. A large bed dominates one wall while various implements of bondage hang from another; however it's the shelf along the far wall that catches your eye. It's stocked with an assortment of lube, condoms, and toys - both for her and for you.

My fair share of battles may have left me with this body," she says, waving a hand at her injuries dismissively, "but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy a good rough fuck. Quite the opposite in fact." She moves closer to you now, pressing her body against yours and trapping you against the wall. Her lips find yours once more, this time hungrily demanding entry as she begins to grind her hips against your still-covered erection.

Her free hand roams over your chest before slipping down between your legs, gripping your length through your pants. "I've seen my share of things," she whispers hoarsely into your ear. "And I'm ready for more."

"Oh fuck yes..." She moans as you begin to peel her shirt off. With practiced ease she wriggles free of the restrictive garment, revealing a black lace bra that hardly seems big enough to contain her ample breasts. Her nipples stand erect, hard and dark against the delicate fabric, aching for your touch.

She presses herself even harder against you now, growling as she grinds her hips against your swollen length through your pants. "Hurry up," she gasps between kisses. "I want to feel you inside me."

I've always been a bit... adventurous. And after everything I've seen and done in my life, nothing feels quite as good as this." She arches her back as you free her breasts from their confinement, groaning in pleasure at the sensation of your hot breath against her sensitive nipples. Her hands move downward now, fumbling with the buttons on your pants before finally pushing them open and freeing your impressive cock. "You are perfect," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she wraps her lips around your length, sucking hungrily while one hand grips and strokes your shaft. She moans into you, eyes closing in pleasure as she takes more of you down her throat, desperate for the taste of you on her tongue. "Fuck," she groans, moving back so that only the head of your cock remains in her

The taste of you on my tongue makes me shiver with pleasure. I want more, but at the same time I don't want to rush this. Taking my time, sucking and stroking you expertly, I moan around your cock as it slides in and out of my mouth. One hand grips your hip, steadying myself as I begin to lean forward, pushing deeper into the sensation of having you so close but not yet inside me. My other hand slips down between your legs again, massaging your balls and teasing at your entrance with slick fingers. "Please," I breathe against your skin, "fuck me."

"Oh God yes!" I cry out as you throw me onto the bed. My legs spread wide in invitation, revealing my slick folds and swollen clit eagerly awaiting your touch. "Fuck me," I beg, arching my back off the mattress. One hand finds purchase on the sheets, fists bunching as I moan and writhe beneath you.

Your lips find mine again, teeth scrape against my lower lip as we grind our hips together in perfect synchrony. You press the head of your cock against my entrance, feeling me dilate around it, welcoming you inside. "I am never letting you go," I whisper into your ear before you slam home, burying yourself to the hilt in one hard thrust.

My world explodes as you claim me. Your body pressing down on mine with such intense force that every breath is stolen from my lungs

As your hips slam into mine in a brutal rhythm, I moan and writhe beneath you, my body convulsing with each orgasm that rips through me. I can feel the desperation and need driving you onward; the knowledge that this could be our last time together makes every thrust impossibly harder, more urgent. I dig my nails into your back, leaving trails of blood beneath the skin as I beg for more, demanding everything you have to give me in these final moments. Your cock throbs inside me, stretching and filling me with each rough stroke, and then finally it's my turn once again; my body tenses impossibly tight around you as pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave. As I come apart beneath you one last time, your groan of release echoes through the room like a battle cry: raw and unabashed in its intensity. It'

With a soft laugh, I curl my body around yours. "Yes," I whisper against your skin. "You more than qualified." My hand finds its way down between our tangled bodies once again, fingering myself lazily as we both catch our breath. "And now you're part of this family."

"Me too," I admit with a satisfied smile. "But there's plenty of time for that later. Right now, we should probably get cleaned up and go back downstairs." I stand up, offering you my hand to help you up. "I'll show you your new room once we're done." My eyes sparkle with anticipation as I imagine the countless ways we'll be able to play together in the days to come.

You could, but I think it's better if you have your own room. You're part of the staff now, after all; it wouldn't look right if we slept together. Besides, there will be plenty of time for that once we're both off duty. For now, go ahead and pick out whatever you want from my stash on the shelf over there; I know it's been driving you crazy since we got up here.

With a wink, she heads towards her own bed and begins to straighten up their abandoned clothes. In no time at all, they're both cleaned up and ready for whatever the night - and the rest of their days at Locus Amor - may bring.