Be Polite

It will do you good to make a good impression. Speak softly and carry a big… stick. The strategy often works well in matters of diplomacy.

Upon teaching the imposing Crimson Man, you notice a twinky wood elf at his side. He's palming the mercenary's bulging biceps, and giggling at his stories. There's another someone hidden under the table obscured by the ocher tablecloth. They're on their hands and knees still. Then the silhouette of elven ears twitch as he recedes back. A large shaft slowly reveals itself. Yet the monster remains in mouth as an audible inhale for air is heard before the elf slowly sinks back down. He gags as drool and spittle drip onto the tavern floor.

He's impressive.

Your tone oozes with politeness “Pardon me, you look like quite the strapping man.”

He pauses his conversation and turns to gaze down at you. His manly scent fills your head as you proceed to talk, “I have a job. An important job. And I'd like to hire you. You interested?”

The man gives a very deep rumbling laugh. “Sorry, kid, I don't take work saving kittens from trees.”

The surrounding men give a hearty laugh at his joke and you look displeased. He adds, “Oi lad, you probably don't have half the coin needed to pay me.”

“...”

You clear your throat, “Ahem… you're right I don't…”

He has a smug smile, “That's what I thought” he sips his mug of ale.

You finish your sentence, “I have double.”

The devil mercenary smirks into his cup before setting it back down. “Sure, let's say you do, kid. How would someone like you get that kind of money? Been whoring yourself out?”

You hear the elf on his knees **** on thick devilkin cock.

“I'll have you know, I'm of royalty. Fully prepared to give you quite the pretty penny in treasure beyond your wildest dreams. Double is of poultry value to me”

The man seems skeptical and raises his eyebrow, “That so?’

The Crimson Man smirks, “I'm sure for a royal like yourself, buying a round of drinks for the entire tavern would be child's play, right? Right here, right now?”

He chuckles, “Do that and I'll save whatever kitten you need saved from a tree, lil prince”

You grit your teeth and through a smile let the man know that it will be easy as pie. He gives a deep rumbling laugh as you go off and talk to the tavern keeper.

…

You have no money!!

How the hell will you convince the Tavern keeper!?