To see Brandon at the slaughterhouse

Thanks to Samoyed's position near a river and dense forest, there exists a thriving population of local deer. They are hunted, for both sport and food, and their carcasses are sent to the slaughterhouse for processing. The place is run by a company from the Royal Capital, but they hire locals to hunt the deer. It's considered a prestigious job, given the traits needed to succeed at it.

One of these hunters is a 20 year old man named Brandon. He was found orphaned as a baby, floating down the river in a basket. The village took him in as a community child, and he grew up alongside Eris and Marcus. He often acts as the brash big brother of the group, teasing the two younger members.

Eris does not particularly like the slaughterhouse. She feels sorry for the deer and is nauseated by the smell of blood that permeates the air there. She finds the men that the Royal Capital hire to process the deer are rude and vile as well. They heckle her about her small tits, and she hates the smell of tobacco that cling to them wherever they go. Usually whenever she has to meet Brandon, she will call him out and they will go to a little hideaway a distance from the slaughterhouse.

All that is about to change.

The incessant chatter immediately ceases the moment the men lay eyes on the buxom redhead standing impatiently at the entrance. Even with her button-nose scrunched up from the smell, they can tell she is a beauty.

"Woah, who ordered a hooker?" The silence is broken by a particularly ugly man, his crooked teeth flashing as he grins at Eris.

"For your information, I'm here to see Brandon. If you don't mind, could you tell me where he is?" Eris is not usually this curt but when it comes to the slaughterhouse, the whole vibe of the area causes her to tense.

The man clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Another one of Brandon's hoes huh? Wouldn't hurt him to share one of them with us now and then. Say girlie, why don't you come keep us company a bit?"

He reaches out a bloodstained hand and Eris recoils in disgust.

"Hey!" A shout comes from across the yard. "What do you guys think you're doing?"

A shirtless blonde man strides over. His skin is golden-brown, tanned from hours under the sun, and his muscles lean and sinewy from countless hunts.

"Brandon!" Eris says. "It's me, Eris!"

A momentary look of confusion washes over his face as he takes in the ginormous funbags attached to the familiar face of his friend, but he is quick to adapt and his smile is back as quick as it dropped. "Hands off guys, it's just Eris."

The workers grumble but none dare to take on the star hunter. As work resumes, Brandon moves next to Eris, pulling her in for a hug. At the sensation of her soft titties pressing against his chest, he can feel a stirring in his loins. This is gonna be fun.

"Shall we go?"