The Whispers of Valoria

I walked up the stairs through my Dungeon and was immensely satisfied by all the happenings of the past 24 hours. I had seduced and fucked Nymeria, who was likely one of the most powerful adventurers in Valoria. The Moon’s Embraces opening night had been a resounding financial success and I also gathered a group of sluts for the Mountain Orcs to breed. Greater Imps buzzed around me, making sure every inch of the Dungeon was spotless, so was Baelora, whose shoulder I tapped while passing by, “Cyrelia talked back to me, so if you were to wander into the Dungeon right now you will find her in a quite… compromised position.”. A devilish grin appeared on the tall Domme’s face, “I would never **** such a situation, of course.”, she giggled. I smiled, “Of course.”, then I continued further upstairs until I reached the Lounge.

I informed Azarath that I’d be going out for the day and then transformed into a rather unassuming form of a young man in simple clothes, befitting of an errand boy with the Humanity skill. As I opened the main door, the morning sun and ocean breeze hit me simultaneously. Fresh air filled my lungs, and I thought to myself, ‘Valoria is really growing on me’. I noticed a few people shooting inquisitive glances at my Dungeon from the fence surrounding my garden but chose to ignore them. It was expected, as news of the past nights events was surely spreading.

I left the property and began strolling through the city, which was bustling with activity as usual. I picked up some whispers here and there, quite a few of which spoke of the pleasures one could experience in the Moon’s Embrace. The people seemingly had mixed feelings, as some were quite dismissive or even disgusted, speaking hedonism, loose morals and shallow enjoyment. I couldn’t really wrap my head around why any of those things were bad but decided that the thoughts of humans were just mysterious sometimes.

Feeling that I had learned everything I could in the Merchants District, I set out to visit the parts of the city that the commoners inhabited. I eventually landed in the Harbour District called “the Shallows”, as I soon learned from a drunken local trying to find his way home. I heard no whispers about my Dungeon here, perhaps it was natural as my prices were too steep for the inhabitants of this district. While I wondered how best to reach the less affluent citizens of Valoria, I was suddenly grabbed by the collar of my shirt and dragged into a back alley.

I found myself with a knife to my throat and my back pressed against one of the damp wooden walls that held up most of the buildings in the Shallows. Two humans were threatening me, both dressed in loose and tattered clothes that hid the rather high-quality leather armour underneath. The man holding the knife to my throat was tall with a muscular build, clearly not lacking for food. The other figure was smaller and more petite, yet a lack of significant curves didn’t betray their gender, as their face was hidden with a hood.

“So, little man, we have some questions for you.”, the man growled. I decided to see where this went. Honestly, I didn’t really stand a chance in my current unimpressive form, which suppressed all my powers. Should they decide to kill me, I would simply rise in my true form, so I wasn’t very worried. “What could I possibly know that would be of interest to you?”, I did my best to sound intimidated. “Our sources tell us that you left that fancy new brothel in the Coins. Tell us what you know.”, the brute demanded. “Well… it opened last night and offers drinks, privacy and a safe place to let loose.”, I explained with a deliberately shaky voice. “Bullshit!”, the man seemed to get agitated, “It is a common fucking whorehouse. Every time we tried to open one there it was closed on the same day by the guards. Brothels are our business… so your employer needs to pay.”.

Inwardly, I was quite happy, as my problem of reaching the poorer citizens of Valoria seemed to be in the process of solving itself. Outwardly, I cowered, “Please don’t hurt me, I am just an errand boy. I- I can bring you to the owner if you want, I’m sure he will be reasonable.”. There was a brief pause where the man looked at the figure behind him, then, after a short nod, he lowered the blade. “You know what is good for you, little man. You’ll stay with us until nightfall and then bring us to that overpriced whorehouse.”.