[-15 Taler] Hire a Prostitute

The rowdy atmosphere inside the Grimalkin & Rooster’s taproom greets you like an old friend. Patrons sing and laugh and drink, and more than one avails himself to the service of one of the whores working the inn. A Mariner stumbles past, grinning on his return from the privy or a back alley. His bladder, purse and balls emptied.

A working girl, sitting pretty on the lap of a petty officer, winks at you in passing. Her lover gropes her chest, and you catch a glimpse of a naked peak. Music swallows her moans and his groans, but you notice her hips gyrating and the open belt around his legs. You give her a passing nod.

The Perpetual Virgin, however, sits alone. Her corner is well-lit, but the punters pay her no heed. She has hidden her face inside a book of fine verse, and only lowers her cover to sip wine, the drink clear and sparkling, from a stemmed glass. Her eggshell dress is tailor-made, and its chaste elegance marks her apart from whores and customers alike. She puts her poetry aside in response to your greeting, and a shy smile brightens her inscrutable mien.

”First Officer, how good to see you.” A sea-blue flower adorns her pale hair, tiny gems surrounded by silken petals. She brushes an itinerant lock aside and her brilliant eyes meet yours. ”Parting has been such sweet sorrow, and the City does always feel empty without you.” She takes a sip. ”And how did you fare on your travels?”

You tell her about your tribulations and about the One-Eyed Captain’s fate. About your recent promotion. She listens with rapt attention, offering sweet consolations and wise counsel.

You then ask her if her rate has stayed the same.

”Sir! What a cruel jest. I am not that kind of girl. As you well know.” A furious blush covers her innocent face and her breasts heave from breathless outrage. ”But yes,” she adds with a wink and whisper.

You have lost 15 Taler

You now have {@69 Talers} Taler

You offer her your arm and escort her back to your room.

”Thank you, Sir, for seeing me.” She curtsies. ”Something is oh so very wrong with me. And you are a worldly man and wise.” She sits down on the edge of the bed and motions you closer. ”I have no friend save you and I beg you may help me with this strangest of feelings.”

You take her hand, chaste fingers folded chastely over her lap, into yours and assure her that everything will be alright.

”Right there.” She guides you under the hem. ”I feel a void. Emptiness. Hunger. Need.” Her fingers probe her sex, inviting yours to join. It is not enough. ”More.” She straddles your lap and frees your cock. ”More!”

You caress her neck and find a hidden clasp. White and golden fabric rips along unseen lines and the fall of the tatters suggests rather than reveals. Her willowy curves remind you of a goddess sprung from a master’s brush. Innocent, almost, or holy – safe for the hungry glint in her eyes.

”So big!”

Her open legs welcome you. She is hot and wet and tight. Your tip is greeted by screams. Exaggerated sounds of lust and pain. ”So big!” She draws you in and seals you deep. ”So big!” Every inch is a sensuous challenge, and each quiver is a snare.

You are trapped; by her body and by the pure expression of saintly bliss on her face.

Her lips taste like wine, and her kisses are fire. She offers you her neck and the lobe of her ear. Her hand trails your spine, and her legs lock you in. ”So big!”

You cup her breasts and caress her hair. She shivers and begs for more. You lick the salty sheen from her skin and you hold her hand. The tremors pull you in. You can see the white in her eyes as her screams turn incoherent. She lifts her head to give you a weak kiss and convulses. You buck your hip and her body falls limp.

An eternity passes in moments.

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She does not release you. Hidden muscles have you caught and pull you in. Your moans mix with hers and you explode. She milks you empty but doesn’t let you go. You fill her with cum until your balls are drained and your cock, finally softening, slips free.

You have regained Sanity.

Your Sanity is now: {if Sanity = 2}2 – Nightmares {elseif Sanity = 3}3 – Bad Dreams {elseif Sanity = 4} 4 – Dreamless Sleep {elseif Sanity = 5} 5 – Pleasant Dreams (This boon will not last) {else} X – You are not playing {endif}

Her eyes flicker open and she pulls you down for another grateful kiss. A thick torrent of white flows from her gaping sex. ”Mhm. Thank you, my dearest friend.” She scopes up your load and brings her fingers to her open lips. ”For everything.”