Latex clad women

You don’t know how the hell you didn’t notice at first. Every single worker was a woman with a fell latex hood. The first few you had seen near the outskirts of the property had regular farm clothes in with them… well as regular as tall muscular women wearing skimpy plaid button ups and jeans. But those buy the house were a mix of busty beauties and cute tiny races, in more fetish than farm wear. One of them directed you how to get to the living room, where your quest givers await you.

Sitting on the couch of the living room was someone clearly equipped like a high ranking adventurer. In an elegant chainmail if unknown dark metal, with their weapon on the table in front, this human beauty was clearly both well equipped and from a line of wealth or nobility. Behind them was you assume their teammate, a large muscular woman with her bottom face covered in a leather mask, leather straps barely acting as armor and a massive axe on her back.

The one sitting down was sipping on a fancy glass of brandy as you entered, giving a sharp look up and down before a smile crossed her lips. “Hello, you must be the one the guild notified us about. Tell me about yourself kitty boy, and why we should choose you to help us?”

No introduction, and already casually throwing your race around like so many highborns. You could try to match her energy, bragging and bold, but your nature is to normally to be more humble and forgettable…