It's hard to miss

Dalia was right, the Fugly Duckling Inn is definitely impossible to miss. As I near the city center, I come to where Main Street intersects with Arch Street in a humongous town square. My destination is directly on the other side of it at the corner of the two main thoroughfares. And, goddess, is it huge.

Situated snugly in the corner of the town square and set at an angle facing the crowds, this Inn had entrances on Main St, Arch St, and to the square itself. And I was staying here for free?

I picked my way through this bustling city clearing. There was so much going on, I was getting overwhelmed again. There was an orgy happening in the basin of the center fountain. A spirited game of ‘Toss the Goblin’ was happening, where larger races tossed or handed a goblin around to each other and got thirty seconds to do whatever they wanted to them. I was pulled in for a handful of kisses from some cuties, too. One was a scarred, veteran fighter wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and hotpants. I gave her chest and her rump a fondle in return and was pleasantly surprised when she moaned in my mouth and rubbed my slowly growing erection. Another was a tall gorgeous half-orc who pulled me up to her level to give me a smooch with a little bit of tongue and a little bit of tusk. Hot.

They each let me go after a short make out session (with plenty of wandering hands) and whispered promises for some other time. Three or four more kisses and I was finally jostled out the other edge of the crowd.

By the time I made it to the front step of the inn I was flustered, and horny and a little bit unsteady on my feet. Outside the building there was a small group of people standing behind a small sign that one was holding. It read ‘LFG: Looking for Gangbang’ and it said that anyone with a penis is welcome to join. Interesting.

I push open what seems to be the main door and am greeted with a sparsely populated dining room. For how busy it is in the square, this is a rather surprising environment to suddenly walk into, but not an unwelcome one. As the door closes behind me with the jangle of a bell, the much quieter atmosphere washes over me and I let out a sigh of relief. There was the low volume of ambient conversations happening throughout the room as well as the sizzles of pans in the kitchen behind the bar.

“Welcome in! I haven’t seen your face before, friend. Come on over!” A pleasantly plump and matronly woman came out from the kitchens and called out to me over the bar. I see no other option but to approach.

The woman is either very tall or the bar is raised. She has her dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun and tucked under a cap to hold it all in. She is wearing a brown apron over a barmaid outfit. A frilly white shirt that cuts low on the breasts and comes up to cover the shoulders and arms with lacey fabric. Her large breasts are very exposed but somehow there is still more that isn’t open to the air. Everything under her bosom is clad in a beige bodice that laces up from the back and hugs her waist before flaring back out over the woman’s generous, motherly hips. A short skirt at the bottom goes to her knees. A classic look, though it's one of the most conservative outfits you’ve seen so far in Lustidia.

I step across the threshold, feeling some curious gazes on me but pay them no mind. I take a seat at the bar and notice some holes cut into the side at a curious height.

The barkeeper introduces herself, “My name is Mia and I am the owner of this establishment, though most customers call me Momma. You can call me anything you like, darling. Mia, Momma, Mia Momma, Mommy, Mistress and so forth.” She leans in and gets close enough to kiss me.

Her ample bust is now even more on display for my viewing pleasure and my eyes seem glued, unable to abandon them. I finally glance upwards and see her smiling knowingly, her face only a few inches away from mine. She closes the rest of the distance and engulfs my mouth in hers. Her lips slide against mine and her tongue invades, wrestling my own. Just as the rest of the world around us begins to fade away, she abruptly ends the make out session and stands back up tall.

My head had cooled down considerably since coming into here but now my thoughts are all jumbled up again. I can’t decide if that ‘Kiss Me’ greeting is the best idea I’ve ever had or the worst.

Still reeling from her intense kiss I attempt to speak, “Pardon, Mia Momma…my name is Adler. Dalia sent me here. Said there was a room for me.” Small sentences, you got this, Adler. Push through.

My mind refocused on the voluptuous mommy- I mean mommy- I mean mommy-ahem… on the woman in front of me and I give it another shot, “I am a newcomer to this town. My name is Adler Grey, an Ambassador from my Temple of Aphrotitty. I seek the permission of the city officials to set up a sister temple in Lustidia. Dalia informed me that a room has been reserved for me here at the Fugly Duckling. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mia Momma,” I bow my head slightly in a gesture of polite reverence and continue, “I come here to drop off my travel pack as well as to show my respect to the owner of this business, who so graciously allowed me to stay here. I know now that person is you, Mia Momma, and I would like to know if there is anything I can do to properly convey that gratitude.”

Mia Momma, who was nodding throughout my speech, gave me an encouraging smile and leaned in to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“Well, I think you’re doing just fine, my dear. And how about you show me your respect by letting me cook you a nice meal? I’m sure you’ve been surviving off of travel rations for weeks now.”

That does sound nice, but I was supposed to be treating her not the other way around. I voice my concerns, but she stops me.

“Shhh, darling, why do I think I run an inn and tavern? When in this city, I can do almost anything? I very much enjoy taking care of people. I enjoy it with all of my five senses, darling. _especially _touch. My care gets very hands on if that’s okay with you.”

Ohhhh yeah, that is absolutely okay with me. Being pampered and doted on by a stacked inn-keeping matron? Yes, please.