GM: Aviditi and Iuona, you have just walked into the Dilmer's Bearers Guild. Notice boards plastered with contract postings flutter in the draft from the entrance. The air smells of leather oil, weapon polish, and stale ale. Tables scatter across the main floor where Bearers likely have their drinks between jobs. Though right now they are empty. Most Bearers are likely out on contracts or sleeping off hangovers. At the far end, a male orc leans heavily against the reception desk, his head tilted back, spine arched. He is grunting and moaning.
The unmistakable sound of sucking fills the silence. Slurping. Gagging slightly. The wet pop of lips leaving flesh and the smack of them returning.
Aviditi: I stop mid-stride and tilt my head. "Is he getting his cock sucked at the reception desk?"
Iuona: My cheeks flush, but I don't look away. "It… Appears so."
GM: The orc's hands grip the desk edge. His hips jerk forward with a grunt. He shudders hard, his whole body going taut as he empties himself down someone's throat behind the desk. The slurping intensifies, followed by an audible swallow.
The orc sags against the desk, fumbling with his trousers. He does up his belt with shaking fingers and pushes off the desk. A woman stands up from behind it, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She's human, buxom, with vibrant red hair pulled into a messy bun. Freckles dust her cheeks and the swell of her cleavage where her blouse strains dangerously.
"Wasn't expecting anyone," she says casually, as if she'd been sorting paperwork instead of swallowing orc cum. "Yula. Guild Receptionist."
The orc checks you both out as he passes, his gaze lingering on Iuona's figure, then Aviditi's exposed abs. He grins wide and waves before sauntering toward the exit.
Aviditi: I watch him leave, then turn back to Yula. "Slow day?"
GM: "Dead quiet. Most Bearers are out or sleeping. Gets boring being alone behind this desk." She leans against it, breasts pushing forward. "So, what brings two lovely ladies to the guild? Looking to post a request or freelance?" Freelance is the term for non-guild members taking guild jobs. Usually only low level listings are open to freelancers.
Aviditi: "You got any requests about busting drug rings up?"
GM: "That's very specific, your not addicts are you? We've had problems in the past with addicts taking jobs like that to steal the drugs for themselves."
Iuona: "I think what my friend is trying to say is that we specialise in contraband recovery."
GM: "Oh ok!" She seems to accept what you say without prying further. She takes a stack of papers out from behind the desk and starts rifling through them.
Aviditi: "That's a lot of requests."
GM: "Oh yes, we've been inundated with requests lately, a lot of missing persons reports and extermination requests. That's why we are so empty here."
Iuona: "Missing persons?"
GM: "Yes. Mainly women, we are used to getting the odd missing persons report but they have tripled in the last few weeks. I think we've had a slaver ring move in if you ask me."
Aviditi: "And the exterminations" I hope that there might be some sort of powerful beast for me to kill during whatever free time I get.
GM: "Lots of ravenous monsters poping up in and around Dilmer, uptick in monster insemination too, the alchemist have been on overtime." She rubs the back of her head, her breast protruding as she does. "Hells, the other day I almost got bred by a pack of dread wolves that had snuck into Dilmer via the sewers. The big and handsome orc who just left saved me."
Iuona: "Sorry to hear that."
GM: "Oh, don't be, it comes with the job. I think. I've only been working here for three months." She finishes rifling through the requests. "Looks like we don't have any drug related requests up at the moment and most of the extermination requests are not open to freelancers. I'm sorry ladies." She seems genuinely sad.
Aviditi: "Damn, maybe we should talk to Prestant about joining the guild so we can face mightier foes."
Iuona: "That's hardly the priority right now." I look back over to the receptionist. "Thank you for your help."
Aviditi: "Wait, are there any bar service requests?"
GM: "Oh if you are into those kinds of jobs, the Pink Lion is needing more waitresses for their 20th anniversary tonight. Their uniform is a bit revealing…" she takes a good look up and down Aviditi and her lack of covering "but I guess you'd be fine with that."
Iuona: "I don't think that is the kind of—"
Aviditi: "We'll take it." I cut off Iuona and accept the request. "Trust me. These dens of sin are full of the kind of things we are looking for."
Iuona: "Alright, but you're the one explaining it to Prestant. Thank you for all your help..."
GM: "Berri." She states her name.
Iuona: "Thank you for all your help Berri. Also, you go a little bit of uh." I point to the corner of my mouth to indicate that Berri still has a bit of cum dripping down the corner of her mouth.
GM: "Oh right!" She wipes it off with her finger, then sucks it off. "Thank you."
Aviditi: We leave and head to the meetup point in front of the station.
GM: You both arrive as the sun is starting to set. The greys of Dilmer turn orange as the sunlight bounces off of the building and stronghold's almost mirror polished outer walls. Prestant and Sundae are already there. You take some time catching each other up on what you learnt.
Prestant: "There's definitely something bigger at play here. Rapacious monsters, a lust drug, missing persons," I look at Iuona, "your mother being one of them. How much do you trust what this Gortos had to say?"
Iuona: "I trust him a thickly… I mean greatly. He was my father's closest friend."
Aviditi: "If the rot goes to the top, this is not going to be easy. Good. I like a challenge."
Prestant: "We are not going to try to topple any regimes. I doubt we could even if we wanted to. Whatever the case is, I think we should take up Gortos up on his offer for lodging to save money."
Iuona: I blush thinking back to the hot spring, which I had conveniently left out of my story.
Sundae: "Did you guys say we are waitressing tonight? The Pink Lion?"
Aviditi: "Yes. These dens of sin almost always have people buying and selling drugs, and alcohol loosens lips."
Sundae: "Yay. I used to work as a waitress. This is going to be great." I hop up and down.
Iuona: "And what of this oozeling you tracked? Should we confront him?"
Prestant: "Yes. But let's see what we can learn from the Pink Lion first. I'll join you three there as a patron. We can confront the Haze seller afterwards."
Aviditi: "The shift starts soon, we best hurry."
Iuona: "Very well. I hope we don't regret taking this job."
Sundae: "Nah, it'll be super fun, drunk people are always so generous with tips! Handsy, sure, but generous!"
GM: You make your way over to the Pink Lion. The building squats in Dilmer's entertainment district. Three storeys of dark stone and iron balconies, each level blazing with lantern light that spills onto the cobblestones below. The sign above the entrance depicts a lion rampant, painted in garish pink and gold, its mane stylised into something vaguely yonic. Music thumps from within, drums and strings mixing with raucous laughter and the clink of glasses.
A queue snakes from the entrance, mostly orcs but also humans, dwarves, and even a small group of goblins trying to look casual about their presence here. Bouncers flank the door, massive orcs with equally massive clubs.
Prestant: "I'll get in, find a good vantage point, and keep watch. If anything goes wrong, I'll be ready." I join the queue.
Aviditi: "Don't get too distracted by the tits."
Prestant: "I'm a professional."
Sundae: "Professional what? Professional fiancé? Because Iuona might disagree if she catches you ogling. Don't worry I tested him before for you Iuona, he is a good loyal boy."
Iuona: I ignore Sundae's comment and place a hand on Prestant's chest. "Just be careful. And keep your eyes peeled."
Prestant: I kiss Iuona on the forehead. "Always."
GM: The three of you peel off from Prestant and circle around to a side entrance marked 'Staff Only', and a snake-faced man lets you in. Inside, a narrow hallway leads to a dressing room where several women are already preparing for the shift. The air reeks of cheap perfume and desperation. A mirror runs the length of one wall, cluttered with cosmetics and hairpins.
An orc woman stands at the centre, grey-skinned and statuesque, her hair pulled into a bun. She wears a black corset that pushes her breasts up aggressively and leather trousers that creak when she moves. Her eyes sweep over you with the efficiency of a drill sergeant.
"You're the freelancers the guild sent?" Her voice grates like stone on stone.
Aviditi: "We are."
GM: "Good. I'm Ma'am Tusk. This is my establishment, and you'll follow my rules or you'll leave through a window. Understood?"
Sundae: I salute with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Yes ma'am!"
GM: Ma'am Tusk eyes Sundae with something between amusement and annoyance. "The uniform is simple. Skirts, jewellery if you like, shoes. That's it."
Iuona: "That's... very simple."
GM: "Topless bar, sweetheart. Tits out or get out."
Iuona: My face flushes. "I see."
Aviditi: I shrug and immediately start stripping off my leather bikini top without hesitation. My crimson breasts bounce free. "Topless. Got it."
Sundae: I wiggle out of my armour, letting my own breasts spill into view. "This is gonna be fun! I used to work topless at the Giggling Griffin back home."
Iuona: I stand frozen, arms crossed over my chest. "I'm not sure about this."
Aviditi: "It's for the mission." I walk over and place a hand on her shoulder. "Besides, you've got nothing to be ashamed of."
Sundae: "Yeah! Your tits are great. Perky. Elegant. Very elfy."
Iuona: "That's... thank you?" I take a deep breath and slowly unfasten my mail dress. My breasts are modest compared to Sundae's or even some of the human women preparing nearby..
GM: Ma'am Tusk tosses each of you a short skirt in pink silk that barely covers anything, along with simple pink sandals. "Get dressed. The shift starts in five minutes. You'll work the main floor, take orders, deliver drinks, and smile pretty. Keep the customers happy but don't let them grope without paying extra. Understood?"
Sundae: "How much is extra?"
GM: "Five gold per grope. You keep two, house gets three."
Sundae: I grin wide. "Deal!"
Iuona: I pull on the skirt, which rides scandalously high on my thighs. The silk feels wrong against my skin, too thin, too revealing. I cross my arms over my breasts instinctively.
Aviditi: "Stop that." I pull Iuona's arms down. "You look fine. Better than fine."
GM: Ma'am Tusk claps her hands. "Move, ladies! Floor's packed and the drinks won't serve themselves."
You step through a curtained doorway onto the main floor of the Pink Lion, and the noise hits like a physical force. Music pounds from a stage where a band plays something loud and rhythmic. Tables crowd the space, packed with patrons shouting over each other. The smell of ale and roasted meat mingles with smoke from pipes and cigars. Everywhere you look, topless women weave through the crowd carrying trays laden with drinks.
Sundae: "This place is amazing!" I bounce forward, my breasts jiggling with every hop.
Iuona: I force myself to stand straight, to project confidence I don't feel.
Aviditi: I scan the room with a warrior's eye, cataloguing exits, potential threats, and anyone who looks like they might be involved in something shady. My hand twitches toward where my axe would normally rest.
GM: A table of orcs near the centre waves aggressively for service. One of them, thick-necked and scarred, locks eyes with Iuona and grins wide.
Iuona: I swallow hard and approach, forcing a smile. "What can I get you?"
GM: "Round of blackbrew. And a good look at those tits, elf."
Iuona: "The drinks I can manage." My smile tightens.
Sundae: I slide up next to Iuona, my tail wiggling. "Don't be shy, sweetheart! These fine gentlemen just want to appreciate beauty." I lean forward, letting my breasts hang enticingly. "Five gold gets you a grope, boys. Any takers?"
GM: The orcs laugh, and one slaps down a handful of coins. "Worth every copper, bunny."
Sundae: I press his hand to my breast and let him squeeze, moaning theatrically. "Oh my, such strong hands!"
Aviditi: I roll my eyes and move toward the bar to collect drinks for another table.
GM: As the shift progresses, the atmosphere grows more charged. More drinks flow. Hands wander more freely. Then Ma'am Tusk steps onto the stage, her voice booming over the music.
"Ladies and gentlemen! To celebrate our twentieth anniversary, we have a special treat for you tonight!"
The crowd roars approval.
"A mysterious benefactor who wishes to remain anonymous has graciously provided us with an enhancement to the evening's festivities!"
Prestant, you hear this from outside, the line has been long and you are almost inside, maybe another ten minutes.
GM: Ma'am Tusk gestures grandly and vents in the ceiling hiss open. Purple fog begins to pour down, thick and shimmering, rolling across the floor like a living thing. It spreads quickly, filling the room with a sweet, cloying scent.
Aviditi: "Fuck." I recognise that colour immediately.
Iuona: "Is that—"
Sundae: "Haze!"