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You skip your way into the meeting room proudly lugging a fat sack of 300 gold coins. Bjor sits in a chair at one end of a short table, his massive frame making the normal sized chair look absolutely tiny. Across the table from you sits a royal clerk, a tall elf with long blond hair and a shapely chest hugged by her tight uniform. They both look at you with similarly bemused expressions as you dump two months of hard-earned gold on the table.

"Well well, looks like someone has some business acumen!" Bjor laughs heartily. "I heard the place has been booming lately, sorry I haven't been up to visit."

The clerk clears her throat to catch your attentions, and starts to speak with a smooth, professional tone. "Bjor here has informed me that you intend to pay off your debt in full today. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Ma'am." You state proudly, jostling the bag of coins on the table. "The whole 300 gold, right here."

A frown darkens here face for a moment as she rifles through her copies of the paperwork before looking back up at you and saying. "You mean 634 gold, correct?" She asks.

You can only blink in confusion for a moment your mouth a little agape as you try and form words. You look up at Bjor's stoic face for help and see no reaction. "Now 300 was the cost for lumber and labor to fix up your tavern, since then I've funded your exotic furniture, kitchen implements, provided moving services...and not to mention the interest." He pulls out his own paperwork and starts to point out a few lines to the clerk.

You sit there dumbfounded, you hadn't realized how much money you had spent on fancy couches at the recommendation of Bjor's sons. 'At least I should still be able to pay this off.' You think to yourself, quickly calculating another 4 months maximum to have you back on your feet.

"Okay," the elf starts back up after consulting a number of papers "It looks like I missed a couple of things... including Bjor footing your bill for my express trip out here to get this matter settled immediately, you owe him a total of 669 gold pieces and 84 silver." Brain fuzzing out, you just sit there, mouth agape at the number continuing to go up.

'If Bjor can just make stuff up then so can you.' you decide. "Well what about the services I rendered for Bjor!" You exclaim "I cooked most nights and I also warmed his bed! what about payment for sexual services?"

The elf raises an eyebrow towards Bjor, "Cooking for someone without it being a place of business doesn't count. But what about sexual services rendered Bjor?" she says with a wry smile.

Bjorn shoots a confident gaze back. "Listen Nia, this little fuckpet is so addicted to my cock that I should be the one receiving payment for sexual services and I can prove it."

"Oh ho!" The elven woman laughs, "well then, perhaps I need to take you up on that offer." She leans backward with a sly smirk, adjusting her trousers as she starts to get heated herself at the crass language.

"Watch" Bjor replies with a sheepish grin "I'll whip my dick out for 5 minutes while we hash things out, and if our little kitty here can resist diving under the table and making out with it then I'll agree to owe him the 100. Otherwise, it'll be another 100 gold he owes me."

You look back and forth between the two as you try and process this scene. "Um..." You say hesitantly. "I don't know royal law very well, but I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to be making bets about sex in an official contract?"

"Quit whining bitch." Comes a surprisingly harsh retort from the clerk who is now rubbing a growing bulge in her pants as she sits in her chair surveying the deal. "This is not a bet. It's Bjor attempting to prove in the eyes of the law that you will go so far as to **** yourself onto him to satisfy your lust for his cock." You look at the two of them flabbergasted. "But don't worry. All you have to do is sit and talk with us for five minutes and I'll award you not one but two hundred gold for your services rendered to Bjor. How does that sound?"

You have to stop and think for a moment but it's becoming very difficult. You take a long, unsteady breath and sense the pheromones in the room. Bjor is so pent up right now. You look over at him, your eyes running down his body and settling on the log tenting one leg of his cotton pants. If you could think of an excuse to get him to take that fat, sweaty cock out, you would love to run your nose along it, sniffing it from tip to hairy base.