Just out

You decide to finally take an adventure, out of Freehold, going wherever the wind took you, fucking any women you find along the way

But you weren't skilled with any sort of weapon, so you hit up the local tavern, confident you could hit up a mercenary or two for their services...of course, you could convince them to take a different payment method. You weren't a lord, after all.

You spot a woman sitting at the bar, downing an ale. Considering you hadn't seen her before, she must be a traveler of some sort.

"Hello there," you said, sitting next to her. "I've never seen you around before."

"Aye," she said. "My name is Myyle. I'm from the Aesfrosti Empire, to the north."

Her accent was certainly unfamiliar.

"Are you a merc?"

"I prefer the term sellsword, but aye," Myyle said.

"Well, I'm looking for some bodyguards to accompany me on an adventure."

"Bodyguard duty, eh?" Myyle said. "That kind o' work is pricey, you know. And judging by your attire you don't have that kind o' cash."

"Oh, I can pay," you assure her.

Myyle snorts.

"No, I'm serious. Come with me and I'll show you a treasure worth more gold than you could imagine."

Myyle is skeptical, but your powers work on her, her eyes flutter.

"Oh, alright," she said. "I'll humor you."

The two of you exit the tavern and you lead her to a small alley. You then unbuckle your trousers and reveal your cock.

"This," you said. "Is the treasure you will get if you become my bodyguard. It has a powerful elixir in it that can improve combat abilities, but it has to be coaxed out."

"I see," Myyle said. "Well, if this elixir is as powerful as you say, then consider me your bodyguard, Mister..."

"Call me Master."

"Very well, Master. My sword is yours."