Exit: (Common Whore of the Royal Brothel) - Why's she panting so lewdly, anyway?

"A Few Minutes" before, Arma's Perspective
(This is not a recap, unlike other chapters.)

I'd just gotten prepped for my day and sat to wait in my assigned room when a young man suddenly appeared in the middle of the room with me. Eh? Well, whatever: Magic or not, he shouldn't be able to be here if he hasn't paid so... Oh my! He's a little hurt, hm? And I don't think it's in the fun way...

Let's see, um... I step gingerly over to his delirious form and kneel over, bra nearly slipping off my massive tits. I think it's something like... "Pain, go away!"

My magic flares and washes over the man and, thankfully, he looks a lot better. Phew! I'm glad healing magic like this is so easy, even if it's a little tiring.

"There we go, sir!" I cheer, "Feeling better? Ready to get down to business?"

"Um, yeah, yeah I'm fine..." My newest client answers, glancing around the room for a moment before his eyes snap right back over to me, and my massive money-makers - where they're supposed to be, "Sorry. What? What business?"

I hum, tilting my head. This is certainly a new one, as far as games go, "Well sir, I'm a whore. You paid to get in here, didn't you?" I ask rhetorically, blithely ignoring him continue pretending to be confused, to step forward and... I think he wants me to take the lead? So let's try... Yeah. I'm a confident, sensual woman, and this little boy needs a lesson in confidence. "So... what sort of business do you want it to be? Something like," I step forward, my voice pitching at just the right level of husky and smooth as I pull his limp, unresisting form into a tight embrace, "a close intimate encounter?"

Oh dear, oh dear: What a blush that is. I understand: He must be a virgin - how adora--droll. Virgin men coming to have their first time with a woman of class, hm. I was hoping for something more... exciting.

"Um, I think maybe--"

"Shush." I place a finger on his mouth, and trace his lips as his jaw clicks shut, "you will not speak out of turn, understand?" Wrapping my arms about him, I pull him forward as I slide back down onto my throne and push him down to the floor. He tries to resist, though, which is conce- quite silly of him, and--- No. Nope!

I blink, and he blinks, and I flash him a bright smile, trying to shake off how I almost messed up and ruined my client's night by picking the wrong character. "So, how was that? I think you don't quite want the 'dominant experienced woman' type, do you? Sorry if I'm wrong, but you seemed a little uncomfortable."

"I, uh," My client takes a breath, slowly, and I realize I'm still holding him down to the floor. Blushing lightly myself, I pull my traitorous hands away to give the man some breathing room. Of course, I also make a point of sitting with my legs nice and spread out so he can get a good view of the body he's bought free reign over for the next... hm?

No time limit set? Wow! Must be a wealthy guy! Lucky~

"I... um. I don't think that was very fun, no," He still seems a little confused, which is forgivable is this is his first time using those deep pockets for something like this. Better stay cheerful and servile for now: I don't want to run him off. "So, um... I think you might be misunderstanding something? I, uh, I didn't pay. So, if you could just direct me--"

Oh wow! He didn't even have to pay to get in? The big daddy must love this guy, or there're some huge favors being traded around. I mean, I'm not the type to brag but... "That's silly!" I exclaim, making sure not to let my giggles out lest the client think I'm making fun of him. Best clear things up.

"This is the Royal Brothel: I'm one of the highest price women in the kingdom." I say, beaming with genuine confidence, "There are so many enchantments on this room you have no idea: There's no way you could get here without the King's permission, and there isn't a timer set so..." Hm, let's cheat a little. Maybe a nice spike of lax inhibitions will help him shake off all those nerves. So, gather the magic and- "I'm all yours, until you're done or the King says otherwise... So~ I can be anything you want, as long as you want to fuck, so... what will it be? Won't you play with me?" - pop!

The magic I've subtly gathered around my client surges through him and, oh my! He took to it quite well! All that silly nervousness and shame just wiped right off his face. It gets me a little hot myself: I've never seen someone get that much of a hit from such a minor spell.

"If you say so, bitch," The client says, delightfully assertively, "How about you start with tearing that bra off and dropping the cutesy girl act. You're a whore: you're not a woman, just a bitch in heat. Get it?"

Oh! So that's the game? Well, I'm a little nervous because I've never tried something like this before but he's the client so... Tear the bra off with a silent apology to the staff who'll have to mend it and-- I'm just a bitch in heat, what do I care for silly human clothes?

"There you go, bitch," The man says, prompting me to smile happily as I start to pant like a dog. "Forget all that silly shit and focus on what you're here for. Ready to get bred by your master?"

I mewl as master monologues, whining piteously as--

"No." Master demands, and I instinctively stop. "You're a good bitch, right? Best bitch in the Kingdom or something? You know better than to whine and complain. Just sit there and think about how horny you are for a minute while I get ready."

Mhm. I'm a good bitch. I'm the best bitch in the Kingdom. I'm just going to think about how hot my pussy is, and the juices seeping out of it to make it easier for Master to slide his cock in. How tingly my teats feel, and how much I'd like Master to tease and suckle them. I'm so horny. I'm such a hot, horny bitch. I pant like the bitch I am, tongue lolling as I mindlessly stare at master with a smile on my big dopey face. Sweat builds on my body, I'm so hot, I can't wait to get bred by my master.

James' Perspective

Satisfied with my changes, I Exit.

Immediately, I feel a heady rush as lust and passion flood my body, burning through me like a storm of fire and desire and need. Concurrently Arma pants like a bitch in heat, her massive tits heaving in and out like a pair of balloons as her ankles anxiously rub along her sex-throne's base...

Shit, what a dumb bitch I've made. Pocketing my phone, I slide off my pants and boxers and her eyes light up with desire, but she doesn't do anything else. She just sits there, panting like a horny, well-tamed dog.

"Aren't you just a good girl, hm?" I coo sarcastically, prompting the bitch on the throne to take big nods, "Ready for your treat?" I wave my hard erection in the air with a level of bravado I frankly never knew I could possess, and Arma's eyes track it like a dog after, well, after a treat. "I bet you are. Then just stay there - stay~"

Stepping up to the whore on the throne, I reach over and tear her panties off. Shame, they looked real nice, but she doesn't seem to mind at all, so... Naturally, she gave me blank check (when did she...?) so I plan to have a long, long night.

[AN: I wouldn't call this a 'bad end' but, uh, James is probably in a bit of trouble. He just doesn't know it yet. Also: Healing magic is not as simple as Arma makes it out to be, she's just brute-forcing it and thinks that's fine.]