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?"

Her eyes narrow with a sympathetic gleam. She reaches out, gently turning your face back to meet hers, "Hey now..." she says softly. "...it's okay." Her touch is surprisingly warm and reassuring. "I won't hurt you... I promise. You can tell me what's wrong if you want." Her voice holds a note of genuine concern, and her face... well, it doesn't look like someone who'd cause harm to another person without good reason.

She tilts her head to the side, waiting for you to answer her question. You can sense that she won't press any further unless you do. It's almost as if she wants to give you the space and time needed to decide whether or not you want to share your story with her.

Priscilla smiled warmly at you before taking your hand in hers. "No, honey," she said softly. "I won't hurt you." She didn't squeeze too tightly, but her touch was firm and reassuring nonetheless. "I run a brothel, remember? My girls come to me for help all the time... Well, usually more than just help," she added with a cheeky grin.

But then the smile faded again, and she looked serious. "...and I always keep my word." There was sincerity in her voice that made it hard not to believe her. Now it's your turn to decide whether or not you want to share more about yourself with her.

Priscilla's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't let go of your hand. "A runaway demon girl...?" She pauses for a moment before asking, her tone gentle and non-judgmental, "...are you in trouble? Is there something I can do to help you?" It seems that despite her perverted nature, Priscilla still has a heart of gold when it comes to helping those in need.

"Oh... I see..." Priscilla says softly, nodding as she processes this new information. "Well... if there's anything you need, anyplace you want to go... You can always come to me, okay? I may run a brothel, but not all of my girls do what Calia and the others do..." Her words trail off, and she pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Look... whatever it is you want to do, being a demon or not... I won't judge you for it, alright?"

She gives your hand a squeeze before releasing it. "Take this," she says, holding out the fresh bread from her basket. "...it's not much, but... it's something to eat." There's genuine care in her eyes as she looks at you, and for a brief moment, the perverted old woman vanishes, replaced

She chuckles softly and nods in understanding. "Of course," she says warmly, "You're welcome to come live with us... Just keep in mind that we are a brothel, and you don't have to participate if you don't want to. We'll protect your privacy, and I promise not to pressure you into anything." Her expression turns thoughtful as she considers the arrangement further. "There's plenty of room upstairs... You can even help out around the place if you'd like, earn some coin on the side..."

She hesitates for a moment before adding, "...or not, I won't be upset if all you want is somewhere safe and warm to stay." Her gaze meets yours, filled with genuine sincerity. It's clear that she really means what she says.

Happily enough, Priscilla hops back up on her crutch with a grin and leads the way out of the alley to Locus Amor. "Follow me, my friend!" she calls over her shoulder before striking off towards the whorehouse at a brisk pace. The warm, inviting scent of coffee wafts out from within the building as they approach, mixing with the more earthy smell of soil and lush plants from the various potted plants scattered around the front door.

Once inside, Priscilla helps you remove your cloak and hang it on a nearby hook before motioning for you to follow her upstairs. "Everyone! We have a new guest!" she calls out cheerfully as they begin to climb the stairs. "Be nice, alright? She's our houseguest from now on." Her voice carries through the building, and moments later, curious faces pe

Priscilla notices your blush and laughs gently. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she says, giving you a warm smile. "This is Locus Amor... everyone here is welcome to look." Her gaze flickers briefly over the others in the brothel before returning to you. "...well, most of us are." There's a twinkle in her eye as she says it, and the people nearby can't help but chuckle.

She leads you down the hallway, past doors with various employees inside... some busy tending to customers, others taking much needed breaks or simply enjoying each other's company. Finally, they reach a plain door at the end of the hallway. "This is your room," Priscilla says as she unlocks it and swings the door open. "It isn't fancy like some of the others, but it's yours

"Well... you've already met Luther and I," she begins, gesturing to herself and the werewolf demi-human standing at the doorway, "But there are a few more you should know..."

As she speaks, each of them steps into the room in turn, introducing themselves: Calia, Sneekus, Castella, and Brunhilda. Priscilla explains that Calia is a Lamina with maroon hair and deep red scales, who works as her personal assistant; Sneekus is a goblin girl who handles small jobs for clients; Castella is a harpy woman and Luther's former battle companion now working as his backup in case of emergencies; and finally Brunhilda, the bison woman demi-human who handles security and muscle work.

"And don't forget about Käthe," Priscilla adds with a wink, gesturing towards the princess

Calia grins and elbows Luther, who rolls his eyes. "Käthe's the princess who ran away from her kingdom," he explains with a smirk. "She hid out here for a while before she decided to help us out." He shrugs innocently. "Not that we mind having an extra pair of hands around the place, of course!"

Käthe blushes slightly at this but tries to maintain her composure. She bows her head slightly in greeting. "Hello... it's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice is soft and musical, hinting at the royal upbringing she couldn't quite shake.

"And you as well," Priscilla says warmly, her gaze lingering on the princess for a moment before returning to you. "Now then... let's get you settled in. Luther and Brunhilda can help you with that while I see about getting breakfast started." She hesitates briefly, glancing between the two demi-humans. "Calia, Sneekus, Castella? You all know what to do."

With a final nod from her, the group disperses; Brunhilda and Luther heading out of the room while Calia, Sneekus and Castella busy themselves with various tasks around the brothel. As they leave you alone with Priscilla, she gives your arm a squeeze. "Don't worry about anything," she whispers conspiratorially. "You're safe here."

Then, with one last wink and grin, she turns on

"Well, I mean... I was one," Käthe replies with a self-conscious laugh. "But that's all in the past now. Here, you can call me Kate." She shrugs nonchalantly, trying to seem casual about it. "And yeah, I guess so..." Her voice trails off for a moment as she looks around at her surroundings, clearly feeling out of place.

Priscilla clears her throat, deciding that it's probably time to change the subject before Kate gets too homesick. "So... do you have any favorite foods? Anything you like us to save you from eating around here?" Her grin is cheeky and playful, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Kate hesitates for a moment before answering, "Well... actually... I'm not really sure..." She glances over at Pr