The Maiden Queen's Domain

The arrival on land had occurred not too soon: the ship's provisions had already become unpalatable and were about to run out completely before arrival. Your clothes and your skin had both gone far too long without cleaning, as had your passengers, and the crew. The latter seemed numb to it, making you glad you never so much as dreamed of life as a sailor. The process of mooring to the docks of Jarroisdes was painful in its anticipation, until finally being able to depart the ship and return to the normal life on land.

As you and the others stormed off the gangplanks of the western docks and into the port city, two things became clear. First, although you had only traveled slightly further south, this was a considerably warmer area, that would require you to become acquainted with sweating more, or wearing less attire. The second was realizing just how comfortable the locals were with that latter option. There was no shame in those individuals who wore only the bare minimum to cover their intimate areas, and seemingly no shame for those who chose to exhibit themselves entirely in the nude.

"Mom," You speak nervously "What is all of this?" Although the Phoenician church never outlawed intimacy, as the Goddess of Children, she did inform a sense of decorum and modesty that clergy and congregation were all expected to adhere to.

"This is Linthalia!" Gilzra said, seemingly excited by the vulgar display. As she lead you further ahead, simply being in the nude seemed immediately quaint. An elvish woman had herself splayed out, as a man licked her pussy in front of an audience. Men and women alike prostituted themselves for sale.

"I think I'm going to be sick" You replied quietly. It was all too stimulating too fast for you. "Please tell me we didn't just travel all this way to become a pair of common whores."

"What? No! Of Course not. This is just how the port cities often are. Linthalia is the biggest trade hub in the world, and prides itself on that fact. You can find _anything _for sale here. Hell Dorado should be further inland. It'll be more your speed, I promise."

"Gods, I hope so." You remarked emphatically, as you continue to move on.

"That's not to say that we can't enjoy ourselves here a little bit" Your mother holds up her coinpurse, being warry enough to ensure it's not swiped from her hand.

"Seriously?"

"Some of us didn't have the benefit of mouth hugs from cute dwarven girls on our journey, Demetria" You felt your face flush with embarassment, realizing your mom knew and caught you, but never said anything about it. "I've got an itch to scratch, and we could both stand a proper bath and a nice meal to wipe out the memory of hard tack. Whatever happens, happens."

"But" you started to protest, but your mother cut you off.

"Demetria, sweetheart, you're not with him anymore. You seemed to make it clear before we left that it was just a harmless fling, and he made it even more clear he was done. You don't owe Glenn anything, certainly not sacrificing the chance to enjoy yourself, now come on."

There was some aimless wandering through the Moonlight Sprawl before you two tucked into a small building at the corner. Although the exterior of the building was humble, it's interior was anything but. A lovely scent of burned insense filled your nose immediately as you walked into a darkened space

"Welcome" spoke a halfling gentleman with an unusual accent, his dark hair put up in an equally eccentric manner "I'm the proprietor here, and always eager to see new faces, including such radiant ones as yours."

"Oh aren't you sweet?" Your mother played along "We just came from a long journey through the Strait, and both of us could use a good soak, and our clothes too."

"But of course!" his hands raised as he approached "We can certainly accommodate you both, and make you feel right at home here. We have a couple's room just over here."

"Oh, no" Your mother's rare form broke "See, she's my daughter, not my lover."

"Oh, forgive my ignorance and my bad eyes! how could I not see it before, she is your spitting image. Come, two private rooms, someone will be with you shortly". The strange halfling pulled away a thick curtain substituting as a door into a small room. It was sparsely accompanied, a large tub willed with clean water, and a few decorations. What it had going was a large window, with that wall pointed back over the ocean. Allow you were tired of the boat, it was still a beautiful view, and you slowly removed your priestly robes and entered the bath. It immediately felt refreshing and relaxing. So much so that you didn't hear the gentle footsteps of attendants into the space. A human man and elvish woman, in similar scant attire.

"Good afternoon miss. We're here to help you enjoy yourself to the greatest extent possible" The elf said "Whichever of us you prefer."

You nodded, slightly nervously, aware of the implications in her choice of words "I appreciate that miss. Some soap to clean myself off would be a great start, thank you"

"Miss, I'm afraid you don't fully understand" both of them slowly moved forward, taking a stand on either side of the tub before removing what little clothing they had "We're here to do that for you, and anything else you desire.." They were both quite attractive, and your body betrayed your hesitance. Though you were still embarrassed to have such a heavy piece of male anatomy, neither of them paid any mind or worry to it.