It's challenging, at first.

This is going to be a little subsystem - let's call them Whore Points. Basically, Gilia's going to need to get 4 successes on skill checks or other rolls before she gets 3 failures to earn her clothes in time to meet the adventuring party...

Perform vs. DC 15: 1d20+5=11. 0 Successes, 1 Failure!

Gilia steps uncertainly onto the landing at the top of the stairs. The house is quiet save for the faint rustle of skirts and the sound of muffled slurping from the kitchen. Which door... Picking one at random, she cracks it open and lets out a sigh of relief. Got it in one.

A tall young man, just old enough to have filled out past lanky, lies on a bed, snoring lustily. The tails of his shirt are tented over an impressively large hardon, and Gilia sighs as she steps into the room. Well, at least I won't have to work that hard to get him going... She coughs lightly. The boy doesn't respond. She clears her throat. "Happy birthday, uh..." Fuck. I don't even know his name! She bites her lip for a moment, thinking, then sighs and kneels down next to the bed. She shakes him gently one the shoulder. He grumbles and stirs, but doesn't wake.

"Hey, wake up," Gilia says, somewhat ****. I have to get going! "Hey!"

"Wha...?" The boy lifts his head, bleary-eyed, staring at her. "Who're...what..."

"Happy birthday, big boy," Gilia purrs. "Your daddy wanted to make today extra special for you, so...here I am!"

"Oh? Oh." The boy's voice has a note of interest in it now, but he still flops his head back down onto his pillow with a sigh. "Gods, I have a headache...too much drink last night." _Fuck! _Gilia thinks, though she continues to smile. "Well, go on, then. Get going."

"Uh...sure. Of course," Gilia says. "What did you want me to...?"

"Eh, just suck it for now," the boy says dismissively. "That sounds nice...give me a minute or two to wake up..." He puts a hand over his eyes, rubbing them tiredly, so he doesn't see Gilia glare at him. Bastard could at least be excited...

"Of course," she says warmly. Leaning forward, she lifts his shirt. "Oh, my. This is certainly a...lovely cock." It is kind of lovely, actually - straight, smooth, and handsome. But mostly it is big. Ten inches at least, and thick enough that when she wraps her fingers around it it makes a good, solid handful. "Well then...I'll just..."

"Yep, get gon'," the boy says dismissively. Gilia restrains a sigh, leans forward, and wraps her lips around the cock's bulbous head. She hums as she flicks her tongue across it, and the boy lets out a contented sigh. "Yeah, just like that. Keep that goin' while I wake up..." Gilia obediently begins to suck and bob on the end of his cock, jerking the base with one hand and pulling back every few seconds to lick up and down the sides. The boy seems content enough from her ministrations, but he's not particularly energetic about it... Dammit. I have to meet the group!