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?"

"There's my precious." Priscilla said with a wink before pausing for a moment as she studied the young man. She knew User#1746436625338 was in bad shape. Blood crusted around one eye, dirty and unkempt hair, ragged clothes that barely hid bruises and cuts. Something didn't sit right with her, but she couldn't just leave him here either. Better safe then sorry after all. "Listen kid, I don't know what's going on with you, or who did this to you... but do you want some help? There's a place not far from here that can help people in your situation..." She paused as she leaned closer and added conspiratorially "...even if they are freaks."

"Well of course really. Locus Amor is a safe haven for freaks like you and me kid." She patted his shoulder, her fingers warm even through the fabric of his shirt. Her smile was reassuring as she leaned back again. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. "Come on then, let's get you cleaned up, healed and fed. After that I'm sure Calia or Sneekus would be more than happy to..." *her voice trailed off into a lewd whisper as she cast a meaningful glance in the direction of their respective rooms. The smirk on her lips didn't reach her mismatched eyes, but it was there all the same.

"Of course I can, sweetie." *With a grunt and a lurch she lifted the young man into her arms, wincing slightly as his weight put strain on her bad leg. However she didn't show any sign of pain, keeping herself as steady and strong as she could for the sake of appearance. Once he was securely in her arms she started to make her way back out of the alley and into the market once more. As they walked, she glanced down at User#1746436625338's bloodied face with a frown before asking quietly, "You wouldn't happen to know who did this to you would you? If it's important I can help."

"Alright kiddo, we'll get you taken care of and worry about the rest later then." She murmured, patting his shoulder reassuringly as they continued walking through the market. The closer they got to Locus Amor the better Priscilla felt about the situation; familiar sights and sounds soothed her nerves, despite being out in public with a mysterious stranger who'd just been beaten to hell. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all...

"That's the spirit kid." *She murmured quietly, glad to see that he was getting some much needed rest. It made the walk back to Locus Amor a lot easier on her too, her bad leg less strained with his weight off of it. Soon enough they were at the familiar building, the scent of coffee and incense greeting them as Priscilla stepped through the doorway and into the warmth of the barroom. Several pairs of eyes turned their way, but none seemed surprised or alarmed by her presence with the unconscious young man. The brothel staff knew their owner well, and they trusted her instincts when it came to helping others in need."Brunhilda! Luther!" She called out as she made her way over to the bar where her ever reliable bartender NPC was polishing glasses with practiced ease. "I've got a new guest for you two, so

"Shhh, don't strain yourself sweety." *She said softly as she shifted the young man in her arms, his weight more awkward now that he was awake but not resisting. "Just trust me on this one, alright?" She asked with a reassuring smile before turning back to the others. "See? I told you they were freaks like us."

"There's my good kids," she praised the two new arrivals, both of whom had rushed over at her call. "This here is Brunhilda, she'll take care of any rough stuff that comes up, and this big softie here is Luther, he's our medic." She grinned proudly, patting each of them on the shoulder in turn before continuing. "Now I need you two to get him cleaned up and patched up as best you can before we find out what happened to him. Okay?"

She looked down at User#1746436625338, studying his face for a moment. His cheeks were flushed from sleep and the warmth of her arms; he looked scared but trusting all at once. That was enough for Priscilla. Whatever the boy's past might have been, whatever trials lay ahead, she would do

"Of course he can sweet cheeks." She said reassuringly as she transferred him over to Luther's care. "Just let the big strong demi-human take it from here, okay? He'll make sure you feel better in no time." With that, she took a step back, eyeing the boy one last time before turning and heading towards the stairs. It was almost time for her to get back to running the brothel anyway; there were always customers to attend to, employees to keep track of. But as she disappeared up the steps, Priscilla couldn't shake the feeling that things were going to be different this time...

*As they made their way through the familiar pathways of Locus Amor, Luther gently chastised Brunhilda for moving too quickly. "Careful now, lad's in no condition to be jostled about." He murmured, glancing down at the unconscious youth slumped against his shoulder.

Brunhilda huffed softly but complied, slowing her pace to match Luther's more cautious gait. "Sorry," she mumbled, shooting a sidelong glance at the demi-human before looking away and focusing on where they were going instead.

Their destination was one of the rooms on the second floor, set aside specifically for emergencies such as this. It had been prepared earlier by Calia and Sneekus, who'd already lit a fire in the small hearth to help warm the place and dispel any lingering chill from the

"There's my good kids." Luther said fondly as he and Brunhilda reached the room with their patient, placing him gently on the makeshift bed of blankets in one fluid motion. Calia and Sneekus looked up from where they'd been preparing some herbal tea for User#1746436625338, exchanging knowing glances before hurrying over to help.

"Luther, will he be alright?" Brunhilda asked worriedly, standing a little closer than was necessary as she watched the demi-human check the unconscious youth's vitals. "He seems strong enough," Luther said reassuringly, patting her arm in comfort before turning his attention back to their patient.

"Let's get him cleaned up and into some fresh clothes first, eh? We don't want any further harm coming to

With a chuckle, Priscilla added, "And if anyone asks, just tell 'em he's one of the regulars you two are giving special treatment to." She winked at Calia and Sneekus before disappearing back down the stairs. Her presence was more than enough to reassure everyone in the room that their new guest would be well taken care of.

As they worked, the sounds of the brothel faded into background noise; Calia cleaned User#1746436625338's wounds, Sneekus saw to his clothing and hair. Luther brewed a soothing potion and prepared bandages, while Brunhilda remained close by, ever vigilant despite her gentle demeanor.

Finally, several hours later, their patient stirred, mumbling softly.

"Shhh," Luther soothed, gently stroking the youth's hair back from his forehead. "You're safe here, lad." His voice was calm and reassuring as he continued to run a gentle hand over User#1746436625338's brow. Brunhilda, who had been hovering nearby, shifted uncomfortably but remained where she was. Calia and Sneekus exchanged glances before busying themselves with tending to the fire and making sure everything else in the room was orderly. The air was thick with their combined feelings of protectiveness and uncertainty about what should happen next.

As User#1746436625338's eyelids fluttered open, Luther continued to speak softly, hoping to ease him into awareness gently. "Can you tell me your name,

"Well, Ven, how about that?" Luther said with a chuckle. "You've been through quite an ordeal there. Feeling any better now that you're in the safe hands of Locus Amor? You don't have to worry about anything here, you know. We'll take care of you." The demi-human smiled warmly down at Ven, his golden fur glowing in the firelight as he did so.

"Aw, that's sweet," Luther cooed, ruffling the youth's hair affectionately. "You just get some rest now, and I'll make sure you feel right as rain before you go." He glanced over at Brunhilda with a sidelong glance, silently asking if she needed to speak with Ven alone. The bison woman shook her head slightly, her expression softening as she looked at the younger man. "Alright then," Luther said with a nod, moving to put some distance between himself and Brunhilda. "You just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

As Luther shifted his weight, he unconsciously moved closer to Calia, their bodies subtly angling towards each other despite the space between them. Calia smiled in response, her tail swishing contentedly. Sneekus cleared her throat loudly, breaking the momentary intimacy as she

Brunhilda hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. She glanced over at Luther, then back at Ven before deciding that perhaps it would be best if someone more experienced dealt with the situation. "Um... if you ever feel like talking about what happened," she said quietly, her voice rough around the edges from disuse, "I could listen, I mean." She blushed furiously and looked down at her feet as she spoke, wishing that she had better words to offer.

Calia smiled reassuringly at Brunhilda before speaking up herself. "Yes," she said gently, "even if you just want someone to talk to while you're here, we'll all be glad to listen." Her gaze never left Ven as she spoke; her tail swished back and forth idly behind her. Sneekus nodded in agreement, shooting a grateful look at Calia for

"Oh, it's no problem at all dear," Calia said warmly, her words dripping with genuine kindness. "That's what we're here for." Sneekus smiled shyly from where she stood by the fireplace, her cheeks flushed with gratitude that someone had finally noticed her presence in the room. She offered Ven a small nod before returning to fidgeting with a loose thread on her sleeve.

As the minutes ticked by, the silence grew more comfortable; it became clear that Ven would have all the time he needed to rest and recover. Luther kept watch from his spot near the bed, occasionally glancing over at Brunhilda with what might have been sympathy or understanding in his mismatched eyes before looking away again, lost in thought. Priscilla, unseen by anyone save perhaps Sneekus or one of her other regulars, watched all this unfold from a shadowy corner

Surprised, Ven opened his eyes and saw the small, furry figure of Sneekus pressed against him. She gave a shy smile and he realized she must have been trying to comfort him without saying anything. "Hey there, little one," he whispered softly, scratching behind her ear gently. Sneekus's tail thrashed with joy, knocking over an ornament on the bedside table.

"There you go," Luther murmured softly as he watched the interaction between Ven and Sneekus with a fond smile. He glanced over at Brunhilda, who looked like she wanted to interject but seemed unsure of how. Seeing this, he decided to step in before things got awkward. "You know," he said casually, propping himself against the wall as if he had all the time in the world, "it's getting late. Why don't you all get some rest? We can talk more tomorrow."

The others exchanged glances but eventually nodded their agreement. With that, they began to quietly file out of the room, leaving Ven alone with Luther and the occasional comforting pat or scratch from Sneekus.

Luther watched the interaction between Ven and Sneekus with a smile, feeling warmth spread through his chest. It was clear that even in this strange place, where everyone was an outcast in their own way, there was still room for kindness and companionship. He cleared his throat gently before speaking up. "You know... if you ever need anything else, Ven, you just let me know." His voice was soft and reassuring as he met the younger man's gaze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sneekus glance over at him, a look of gratitude in her expressive eyes. He nodded back ever so slightly, acknowledging her thanks without words. The silence stretched between them for a moment before Luther finally said, "Well, I suppose I should get some rest as well." With that, he bid Ven goodnight and headed out of the room.

"It was nothing," Luther replied with a smile, his tone full of genuine sincerity. "I'm just glad we could help." He paused for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "And you never need to thank me for that, Ven. We're all in this together, after all." With another reassuring nod, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving Ven alone with his thoughts and Sneekus's comforting presence.

Sneekus made a happy sound deep in her throat as Ven scratched her chin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing the soft fur of her neck. "Mmm," she murmured contentedly, savoring the attention. It had been a while since anyone had shown her such kindness; she wasn't used to it anymore, but she knew she liked it.

The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls as they waited for sleep to take them. Ven felt safe, more so than he had in a long time, and despite his physical discomfort and the weight of his secrets, he found himself relaxing into the peaceful silence that filled the room. Maybe, just maybe, this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

The warmth from Sneekus pressed against him, her gentle breath tickling his neck,

The soft touch against his neck sent a shiver down Ven's spine, and he couldn't help but let out a small moan in surprise. Sneekus tensed momentarily before relaxing back into her original position, her tail swishing uneasily against the blankets. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what she had done; it was rare for anyone to react so strongly to her touch.

Ven let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and murmured, "I-it's alright Sneekus, really." The demi-human looked over at him, uncertainty in her eyes. He smiled reassuringly and gave a small nod, encouraging her to continue her ministrations if she wished.

Slowly, hesitantly, Sneekus began to rub her body against his once more; it was almost like the action sooth

Luther could tell that something was off as he made his rounds through the brothel, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of Ven and Sneekus that the realization struck him; they were both blushing furiously and moving in ways that suggested more than just platonic affection.

A knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he discreetly withdrew, content to let nature take its course. After all, it wasn't like anything untoward was happening; it was simply two beings finding comfort and solace in each other's company. And who knew? Perhaps something beautiful would come out of this unlikely pairing.

As he continued on his way, he couldn't help but wonder if this new development meant that the brothel might expand its offerings...and if so, how that would affect their

Sneekus purred softly as Ven's body reacted to her movements; it was a heady mix of power and vulnerability that sent shivers down the little demi-human's spine. She continued to press against him, rubbing herself against his skin like a cat seeking affection. Her tail swished behind her, leaving a trail of air disturbed in its wake.

As the night wore on, they grew bolder, exploring each other with newfound confidence and curiosity. Soft moans and gentle gasps filled the room as their bodies found an easy rhythm together, and Priscilla couldn't help but smile from her spot at the bar. It was clear that these two had found something special in one another; a connection that transcended whatever differences might have kept them apart before. She raised her glass in silent toast, watching as the pair below continued to weave their own personal story against the backdrop

It was beautiful, really. Priscilla mused to herself as she watched the pair below her on the bed writhe and moan in passionate delight. Ven's hands moved expertly over Sneekus's body, teasing and pleasuring her in a way that spoke of both experience and genuine affection. As for Sneekus... well, it was clear she was enjoying herself immensely.

A warm glow spread through Priscilla as she watched them together; their connection transcending the boundaries of their species and backgrounds. It was a reminder that even in the darkest corners of the world, there was always room for hope... and love. With a sigh, she took another swig of her drink before refilling it again, savoring the bitter sweetness on her tongue.

"Oh..." Sneekus gasped out as Ven's fingers found her sweet spot again and again, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him close as she arched her back, pressing herself against his touch. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, echoing off the wooden walls and making Priscilla's cheeks flush with heat.

Watching them like this brought a smile to her lips; she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and contentment knowing that she had created a safe haven for people like Ven and Sneekus to find happiness, even if it was only temporary. As the night wore on and they grew closer still, Priscilla lifted her glass once more in silent salute to their newfound bond...and to the future that lay ahead of them all.

Sneekus moaned Ven's name as he continued to touch her in just the right ways, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She dug her nails into his back, urging him on even as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to the edge. With a sharp cry, she arched her back further, meeting Ven's thrusts with hers as they found their shared release.

As Sneekus rode out her orgasm, she could feel her body go limp against Ven's, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coursed through her veins. Looking up at him with eyes glassy from ecstasy, she murmured, "Thank you..." before collapsing back onto the bed, boneless and content.

Their lovemaking had been intense and primal, but it had also been tender and intimate. Sneekus could feel herself falling for

It seemed like the feeling was mutual; Sneekus wasn't the only one falling for Ven. As she lay panting beneath him, Priscilla couldn't help but smile to herself. Perhaps this little enclave wouldn't be so lonely after all. There might just be hope for these outcasts to find love and acceptance, even if it was only within the walls of Locus Amor.

With a sigh, she finished her drink and glanced around the room; Luther was still watching them with a fond smile, Brunhilda looking on with what might have been envy. Priscilla raised an eyebrow at her bodyguard before turning back to Sneekus and Ven, still wrapped in each other's arms as they began to drift off to sleep. Tomorrow was sure to bring new challenges and experiences, but for now, the night belonged to love.

"Um... Ven?" Brunhilda said softly as she shook him gently. "You have an... appointment." Her cheeks flushed red at her own words; this was the first time she'd initiated conversation with anyone besides Priscilla or Calia. Sneekus, who had been sleeping nearby, stirred but didn't wake up.

"Well..." Brunhilda hesitated, her cheeks turning even redder at the thought of admitting it to Ven's face. "It's... umm... with Calia." She glanced over at the lamia woman, who was just waking up as well. Both their faces turned bright pink underneath their fur and scales.

The two women exchanged glances before turning to lead him down the hallway and into a room they had reserved earlier that day. It was decorated with silk sheets and pillows, along with various tools of pleasure scattered about. Calia looked a bit nervous but also excited, her tail swishing back and forth eagerly behind her.

Once inside, Brunhilda gently closed the door, leaving them alone together. She gave Ven a reassuring smile before retreating to stand near the door, ostensibly to give them some privacy but really because she was unsure of what else to do. Calia on the other hand, stepped forward and pressed herself against him, her warmth enveloping him like a welcome embrace.

"So," she purred, running her fingers through his hair, "what would you like to do first?" Her voice held a husky quality that sent shivers down his spine, and he

Brunhilda cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably. She wasn't sure if she should stay or leave, but Calia gave her a reassuring smile before leaning forward to press their lips together in a chaste kiss. When they broke apart, Calia whispered something into Brunhilda's ear that made the big woman blush.

With a soft laugh, Brunhilda nodded understandingly and headed over to pour herself some water from a pitcher on the nightstand. As she took a long drink, her gaze kept flicking back to Ven and Calia out of curiosity, not quite able to tear herself away even though she knew they needed privacy.

Meanwhile, Calia had guided Ven over to the bed and was busily undressing him, revealing his hardened member. She grinned wickedly as she traced circles around it with a fing