Go see Cyrus

Leaving her home and crossing through the relatively quiet part of the city where she lived, Karra found herself heading in the direction of the south-eastern entrance to the Kettle. The short distance from her house to the smuttiest, most depraved collection of streets and buildings in Erodoria had been the second reason for her settling where she had, but this morning Karra was intent on passing straight through it.

Even if midday was still several hours away, and dusk was a long way away, the Kettle was far from abandoned. Many brothels were opened around the clock, and a few establishments had even specialized in servicing customers during the morning and afternoon.

As she passed by outside "Madame Uhra's", known amongst the dwellers of the Kettle as the "Stud Farm" due to its stable consisting exclusively of well-hung, muscular males that were prepared to service whatever needs their female clients might need, something which Karra had experienced first-hand on a number of occasions, Karra smiled to herself as she realized that one of the nine fountain-squares was located just around the corner.

The fountain-squares were a feature of the Kettle, one which had been established a long time ago, when it was becoming clear to all just how profitable the city's whore district had become. Some of the leading Brothel keeps had taken advantage of this profitability to introduce to the then-ruling High Regent their plan for a number of fountains to be installed in the Kettle, fountains that were to spray water which had been enchanted to inoculate anyone who came in contact with it from a wide array of diseases, most of them of the venereal kind.

Their reasoning was that not only would their expenses go down since fewer whores and customers would get sick, more customers would be attracted if it became known that the Kettle was virtually disease-free.

Since Tharros at that time was experiencing a long line of good fiscal years, and the High Regent was a man of a disposition that made him likely to look favourably at the Kettle for other than just purely economic reasons, he approved the plan.

The High Regent put some of his best magical advisors on the task, and they soon had concluded that nine, the number you get when you multiply the very magic number three with itself, would be an ideal number of fountains in regards to the usage of magical energy and need for maintenance.

Then, the High Regent had made one final modification to the original proposal; whereas the brothel keeps had planned for their whores to collect and drink the water, the High Regent made it law that the men and women were to bathe in the fountains.

And that was why Karra could round the corner and find herself glancing at more than a half-dozen women and three men soaking in the fountain's crystal-clear water, all of them enjoying their monthly inoculation. One of the male whores looked as though he was enjoying it to a particular degree, which was probably caused by the female harlot on her knees in front of him, soaping up his hardening cock.

While the female whores didn't seem familiar to Karra, she recognized each of the male ones, they were all muscular, young and well-hung; studs from Madame Uhra's.

After having passed through the Kettle, Karra steered her way towards the more refined parts of Tharros, until she reached a large mansion built in a style that was decidedly more eastern than was common.

This, Karra knew, was the home and base of one Cyrus el-Zhira, a Jadhi expatriate that ran a very sophisticated and very successful business. If the whorehouses in the centre of the Kettle were the prime spot to go if you wanted to fuck a beautiful, busty, skilled young whore or to watch her dance, then Cyrus was the man you turned to if you wanted a beautiful, busty, skilled young whore to come home to you and dance for you, before you then fucked her.

Karra had first experienced the concept at the party of a young merchant princess, nothing big, just a few dozen guests that had gathered since the princess' stern father was out of town, where the young slut had hired half a dozen dancers from Cyrus, all of which first performed together before then turning to serve the princess and her guests, until all were satisfied.

For Karra, this seemed the perfect place to begin her new career.

Just as she reached the heavy metal gate and passed through them, with the guard standing next to it glancing tiredly at her, Karra felt a shiver run down her spine.

Turning around instinctively, Karra gazed over the busy street for a brief moment before she saw something. Standing fifty feet from her, at the mouth of an alleyway between two magnificent mansions, was a figure dressed in a hooded cloak.

The figure seemed to be looking at Karra, and now it parted its grey cloak to allow her to see what was below. For a second, Karra could make out a set of wide hips, a narrow waist, flat stomach and a pair of heavy breasts. The woman in the cloak was dressed in a leather strap that ran from a sturdy metal collar on her neck down over her breasts, where smaller straps spread out from it to hold her large tits steady and conceal her nipples, down over her stomach and in past her thighs up through her ass-crack and halfway up her back where it connected with the straps "covering" her breasts. Apart from that, the woman wore heavy leather boots and had a longsword sheathed on her right leg.

All of it the traditional outfit of an experienced Amazon warrior.

Shaken, but not keen on confronting the mysterious woman, Karra instead turned on her heels yet again and proceeded past the gates, intent on forgetting about the stranger and instead focusing on making a lasting impression on Cyrus.