[-15 Taler] Hire the Perpetual Virgin again

It is close to midnight, and the frolics in the Grimalkin & Rooster’s taproom have turned to outright debauchery. The patrons are in various stages of undress, and two have pulled up a dark-haired working girl between them and across the table. She is belly-up, her naked breasts swaying from gropes and thrusts. One slaps her face with his cock while the other fucks her with his pants around his ankles.

The Innkeeper’s Eldest stands with her back against the blind-side wall. She clutches an empty serving tray against her lap, and she tears her eyes away from the patron’s naked, swaying ass as soon as she notices your grin. ”First Officer! I was just – I was just about... I’m going to the cellar – to get drinks.” She clears her throat. ”Did you want anything?”

You demure and she flits away.

The Perpetual Virgin’s corner, however, lies deserted. Bright lights shine down on her empty glass, the long stem and thin flute sparkling like pale gems. In the middle of the small table lies an open letter, unsigned but sealed by the outline of her lips.

‘My Dearest Friend,’ it reads, and you cannot help but wonder who else she might favour with such an address. ‘I am forever grateful for the kind aid you rendered so selflessly. And while I hope that you might have gained a small measure of joy from the sweet sorrow of your sacrifice, my absence now is inexcusable.

Your soul is dear to me. And while common weal is barred to you on this e’en, you may find my acquaintance by the entrance to Heartberge Gardens should uncommon aid appeal.’

The park is not far, but you hesitate. The Innkeeper’s Eldest finds you at the lonesome table and slips you a shot of rum. ”On the house.” She takes the seat opposite yours, sets down a tray filled with more, and pretends to ignore the letter – and the debauchery that surrounds you.

You take a sip.

The thick, dark fluid burns your throat and stains your lip as the spectacle behind you grows wilder and louder. The Innkeeper’s Eldest bites her lip. {if Connected: The Innkeeper’s Eldest > 0} ”Dad’s watching,” she says. ”And there’s work to be done. Else I’d ask you something else.” {endif} She raises a glass and downs it in one. ”Are you going?”

You empty yours and the Innkeeper’s Eldest offers you another from her tray, taking one more as well.

The dark-haired working girl, wearing the traces of her last customers with bold pride, is surrounded by four fresh patrons. A well-dressed lady favours you with a wink and a wave but then jumps into the arms of her returning lover. They leave together, his hands under her skirt and her mouth on his neck. The Innkeeper’s Eldest touches your knee but immediately withdraws. ”Are you going?” The question sounds like a plea.

A huge, dark cock pushes its way inside the mouth of the cum-covered whore, and the Innkeeper’s Eldest licks her lips. She no longer contents herself with stealing furtive glances, the two of you staring openly. You consider {if Connected: The Innkeeper’s Eldest > 0} talking her into forgetting about her father and her duties, {else} using your charm on her, {endif} or calming yourself by claiming sloppy seconds. (Or tenths.)

”Are you going?” she asks again, collecting the empty glasses. ”I wish I could...”