Girl's Night (Anjella)

It wasn’t so long after the wizard left the table that Anjella decided she’d had enough. Shaka, the big fuck, had gone off with the Tian woman and disappeared, and now Colt was embodied with the redheaded village girl - and that was bound to just go so well for him.

For a brief moment she felt a little guilt at pushing him away so thoroughly. Not that she would have slept with him at all, but she realized she could have at least been more friendly. If nothing else they were staying in the same Inn for a week.

And she couldn’t lie to herself, she was feeling lonely. Back in Korvosa she’d had a life full of people. Her mother and siblings at home, the congregation at the Shrine of Aroden however dwindling it was. Even the Sczarni gangs that ran the fighting clubs had become a fixture in her life. Now, tonight, she could either stay where she was and find some local rube to talk with, or she could head back to her Uncle’s bar and start settling in with his gang, and she knew how that would likely turn out.

No, Anjella thought to herself. She wasn’t going to settle for a grubby farmer or a weasel sneak-thief. She had pockets full of gold. I deserve better than this after the day I’ve had.

So Anjella drained the last of her drink and stood, and finding the dwarf woman Grail holding court over at another table she approached.

“Aye, lass?” Grail asked, looking over her shoulder to Anjella.

Anjella leaned down close and whispered in her ear. “I heard there’s a brothel, well staffed, down the street. I’m going to get myself a bath and a massage, and a room for the night. Would you like to share?”

Grail slammed her hands down on the table. “Sorry, lads. I’ll need to finish this story later, my friend has dire need of my services!”

Soon the pair were out of the Rusty Dragon, heading down the lane. They quickly found the Pixie’s Kitten, marked on the quiet streets by the two big, burly Shoanti men standing guard at the front door. It was a tall, three-story building squashed between two warehouses that backed onto the Sandpoint docks. “My uncle says it’s the only one in town,” Anjella told Grail as they walked up. “Here’s hoping there’s room.”

The two men guarding the door eyed Anjella and Grail for a moment, then one nodded to the other. Each of them wore a thick leather tunic, their arms bare but whirled with tribal tattoos. One had half of his head shaved, revealing a thick knot of scars from the slash of a beast’s claws. The unscarred one opened the iron-bound door and stepped in, motioning for Anjella and Grail to follow. They found themselves in a stout room, with another door leading deeper into the building and a big safe built into one wall. “Weapons on table,” the guard grunted in broken common. “Will get back when leave.”

Anjella, who had left her shortsword at her Uncle’s much earlier in the day along with her traveling pack rather than carrying them around the festival, spread her hands wide to show she wasn’t carrying even a knife. Grail, on the other hand, grunted and unslung the pack she seemed to carry with her everywhere. Her crossbow was swinging from the side, along with a hefty hatchet. She unbuckled a belt from her waist, two box-like bolt quivers showing she was running low on ammunition after the fighting. There was also a long knife strapped to that belt. She finished by pulling another knife out of her boot, and put the whole thing up on the table.

The Shoanti man considered Grail, then knelt beside the dwarf and began patting her down. “Careful there, big fella,” Grail warned as the man felt around her sizable tits and down her sides.

“I don’t think he even flinched,” Anjella said. “But he works at a brothel, so maybe he’s used to tits like yours.”

“What a life to live,” Grail shook her head. “Maybe I should settle down and guard a brothel.”

“Pay’s good,” the Shoanti man grunted, standing back up. “But boring.”

“I can’t see him being wrong,” Grail said.

“Enjoy stay,” the man said rotely. He opened the inner door, ushering the women through, and closing it behind them.

Beyond the doors, the main lounge of the Pixie’s Kitten brothel was a lush swathe of velvet furnishings and gilded wood. There were a half dozen men and women customers lounging and drinking, chatting together in semi-clothed states and to another half dozen folk who were working the floor. A woman, in her early middle years with the tanned skin of a well-traveled Varisian or a Shoanti, smiled and came around from speaking with a striking elf woman working behind the bar. The hostess was beautiful, wearing her age like a fine wine, and was dressed in a fine dress and robe that showed off her bountiful cleavage but made it clear she was not likely working as the others were.

“Welcome, friendly strangers,” she said, sweeping towards Anjella and Grail. “I am Madam Kaye, and this is a place of rest and relaxation.”

“Baths,” Grail said, looking around curiously. “We definitely need baths.”

Madam Kaye looked Grail and Anjella up and down, her smile never slipping but her eyes taking in the rough clothes and signs of ****. “This I would be happy to provide you, dear ones. A little bird flew in earlier and spoke of Heroes who helped save the town. A bath, with fine soaps and perfumes, will be prepared for you with our thanks.”

“That’s kind of you,” Anjella said, nodding. She glanced down at Grail, then bit the inside of her cheek as she looked back at the Madam. “I’m not sure about my friend here, but I was also interested in some company.”

“Ah,” Kaye smiled. “Well, while we are not as diverse in our offerings as our neighbours down in Magnimar, I would say my friends here provide a breadth of entertaining possibilities. Do you have any preferences?”

“Someone with soft hands and a big cock,” Grail said. She rolled her thick neck and it popped loudly. “I had an… experience and need a good scrubbing, and then a good fucking.”

“Of course, of course,” Madam Kaye nodded. “I know just the gentleman to help you out. And you, miss?”

Anjella sighed. “Someone with big hands. More than anything I want a massage. I don’t care otherwise.”

“I think she may be busy right at this moment, but I have a friend that is well known for her hands, dear one,” Kaye said. “Will you be wanting separate rooms?”

“We’ll share, it’s fine,” Anjella said, getting a nod from Grail.

“Well, I shall have the baths prepared. Feel free to see Visette at the bar if you would like a refreshment - again, on the house for this evening as thanks for your work. I’ll have someone come and fetch you when your room is prepared.”

“Thank you,” Anjella nodded, and then followed after Grail who had made a straight shot for the bar.

Visette, the elf behind the bar, was a spindly thing still showing the signs of youth that an Elf in their first century bore, but she wore a pendant between the swell of her little tits that was a circle with three points - the sign of Calistria, goddess of lust and ****. Anjella had met members of that faith before, back in Korvosa, and wouldn’t have been surprised if the girl was an apprentice of some sort sent to listen, learn and if needed kill someone if her church ordered it.

It didn’t take long, only about half a drink for Anjella and a full one for Grail, before a young human man approached them from the grand stairs across the lounge. He was pretty in the way that young men could be, clean shaven with aristocratic features that spoke of Chelish heritage, but the coloration and size of a Shoanti. “Mistresses, your room is prepared,” he said.

“Mm, good,” Grail said, and turned to Visette behind the bar. “I’ll take another to go.”

Equipped with another drink, Anjella and Grail were led up to the second story and down a lavishly carpeted hallway lined with heavy oak doors. Noises echoed from several of them, some the muffled sounds of passion, one the sharp cry of someone in pain, and from one the sharp sound of someone sobbing.

“Apologies, Mistresses. It has been a stressful time for some of our guests,” the lad said. He opened a room for them, large with two copper tubs steaming with hot water.

“Fuck, yes,” Grail said, stepping in and immediately beginning to pull off the scale mail coat she wore.

“If I may, Mistress?” the lad asked. “My name is Ludo, and I’ve been asked to take care of you this evening.

“Ludo, eh?” Grail asked. “You got a big cock, Ludo?”

Ludo smiled demurely. “I do have certain blessings, Mistress.”

“Good,” Grail said. “Help me get naked, then you get naked too and you can scrub my back.”

The lad stepped forward and deftly began helping Grail out of her armour and clothes, but turned to Anjella. “Apologies, Mistress. Farrain will be seeing to your request, but she just finished a session with another guest. She will attend shortly, you may disrobe and relax in the bath until she arrives.”

Anjella nodded. “That’s no problem for me at all,” she said.

“Yeah, come on, Anjie,” Grail said, already half naked as she kicked off her pants, revealing a thick pelt of reddish-brown pubes between her stout and muscular legs. “Get fuckin’ naked. This is a fuckin’ brothel!”

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