She leaves him spent.

Reflex Save vs. DC 15. 1d20+4=18. Success! Gilia's managed to get this guy off with aplomb, racking up all 4 of the needed Whore Points with only 1 Failure!

As he pulls back to ram into her again, Gilia rolls her hips, pulling away from him, and slides forward on the bed. He's so focused on the sensations in his cock that he doesn't try to stop her as she wiggles out from under his hand, seizing his cock with her own. "Tell me where you want it, birthday boy," she gasps as she strokes his slick rod. "You wanna cum on my tits? In my mouth?"

"On your face," he gasps. "On your fucking whore face!"

Gilia grimaces, but he has his eyes closed in bliss. "Well, you're the birthday boy. Come on, do it! Paint my fucking face with your cum." Still jerking him, she leans in and sucks one of his fat, slightly hairy testicles into her mouth, giving it a loud slurp. The boy lets out a guttural moan as she pulls on it with her lips.

"Oh, fuck! That's it! I'm gonna - oh, fuck!" Gilia sits back on her haunches obediently, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out, but the man has other ideas. Gripping her head with one hand, he pulls her up to his cock, stroking it furiously as he begins to cum. He groans as wave after wave of hot, sticky spunk pours out of his member, coating Gilia's forehead, cheeks, and nose. Gilia bites back a disgruntled hiss as he finishes his climax, leaving her coated with his semen. She blinks rapidly to clear her eye as the boy lets go of her head and staggers back a step, panting.

"H-Happy birthday," she says breathlessly, trying for a smile as she says it.

"I'll say," the young man says with a laugh. "Fuck, that was fun. How long do I have you for?"

"I'm afraid that was it," Gilia says quickly. "But, you know...don't be afraid to call on me if you ever come into coin. A lot of coin. But it never hurts to ask!"

"Where can I find you?" he asks, collapsing onto his bed next to her and grinning down at his handiwork.

"Oh, around town," Gilia says distractedly as she gets to her feet. "I, uh - I have to go now. Happy birthday, again!"

"Sure thing. Thanks, slut!" The boy collapses back onto his bed with a laugh and a sigh, and Gilia could swear that she hears the start of a snore as she closes the door behind her and hurries out.

She makes her way downstairs again, going slowly to make sure she can see her way despite the cum coating her face. In the kitchen, she finds the man of the house seated at his table, tucking into a plate of sausages and bread.

"Ha! I see Gerrin did all right, eh? That boy's got some fire in his belly," the man says with a laugh as he sees Gilia's face. "Hope you gave him your best services."

"He seemed...happy with me," Gilia says dryly, unsmiling. "I kept my end of the bargain. Can I get some clothes, please? And...maybe a rag?"

"Of course. Alissa! Go get our guest one of your old skirts and some rag." There's a spluttering sound, and the man's wife crawls out from under the table, wiping her mouth. She clambers slowly to her feet, glares at Gilia, and sweeps out the door. The man snaps his fingers. "You, c'mon and take her place."

Gilia doesn't move. "That wasn't part of the deal," she growls.

He raises his eyebrows. "Well, it seems like I've got all the cards here, no? So you can either finish Alissa's task that you interrupted...or you can head out the door as you are. Your choice."

Gilia's lips twist in rage for a second, then she sags slightly. "...Fine." She starts to step toward him.

"No, no. Crawl from there. I wanna see that tail and ass in the air." Gilia scowls at him but does as she is told, dropping to all fours and crawling slowly under the table. His erect cock bounces between his legs, his breeches unleashed, as he cants his hips toward her. "Go on, get sucking." Gilia wrinkles her nose, but takes him into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," the man groans. "No wonder the boy came so quickly." Gilia just bobs her head up and down silently in his lap, swirling her tongue around his shaft. "Fuck yes...little devil slut. I'm lucky you landed on my doorstep, eh?" He rests one hand on her head, not pushing her down but not letting her pull off his cock, either. "Goddamn...I've been achin' for this since last night at least, when you thrust your hips on that stage in the Crooked Cock. Few things I've seen sexier than a hellspawn gal frigging that curvy blonde like you did. You might open your legs for every man in Mudrin, I don't know - but you've got a way of makin' us feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

Gilia, still sucking, hears footsteps in the hall. "Morning, da. Oh! You're using my birthday present? Here I thought I was special..."

The man laughs as Gilia flushes slightly and Gerrin pulls out a chair, sitting next to them at the table. "I'm not really 'using' her, son. Just a quick tip for the wench before we send her on her way. And hey - happy birthday!"

"Thanks renting her, da. She was great - silky little cunt and a real eager whore. Well, she would be, with Hell itself in her veins."

"I'm feelin' that now, son," the father says with a groan. He thrusts his hips deeper into Gilia's mouth and she gags. "But I didn't actually pay her, exactly - she showed up here needin' help, so I offered to let her work to earn it. Your ma's getting what she needs now."

"Really? Damn, that girl must be ****." Gilia hears the boy laugh, and she flushes bright red(der). She keeps sucking. "Still, she was eager enough. Great birthday present."

"Glad to hear that. Say, you still seeing the Makepeace girl, by the way? What was her name...Nadia?"

"Nikia," the boy corrects him. "Yeah, she's pretty sweet."

"Good looker, too," his father says approvingly. "No warts, full lips, good wide hips - she could probably give you a few children. You plow her yet?"

"Nah," the boy says with an embarrassed cough. "Only her mouth. She's a good girl."

"Can't be too good, if she's let you fuck her mouth," his father says with a snort. "It's your birthday, you should see if she'll let you claim her cunt tonight - often special events make a girl feel more special, receptive-like. And once you plow a girl, she's that much more pliable if you're interested in long-term arrangements...not too early to begin thinkin' about marriage, you know."

"Oh, gods. I don't know about that," the boy says with a laugh. "But I will try to bed her tonight, I think...I'd like to feel her hips against mine."

"Gods, me too. That's a hot piece of ass." The father grunts, and Gilia feels his cock start to twitch in her mouth. "Fuck, there we go...c'mon, little hellspawn, take it on your face like a good wench." Pulling her head back with one hand, he strokes himself with the other until his fat, stubby cock begins to spurt thin white fluid out over Gilia's face. She flinches slightly as the first shot hits her face, but holds still enough for him to finish. "Ahhhh! Fuck, that's good."

A throat clears near the doorway. "I found a skirt," Alissa says sourly. "If you're...quite done."

"Yeah, we're done with the little slut. Go on, girl, get goin'," the man says, shoving Gilia lightly with his foot. She crawls/staggers out from under the table, getting unsteadily to her feet. "Wait!" Gilia pauses. "Turn around."

Swallowing, Gilia turns to face the two men at the table. She knows she must look a sight: red face coated in cum, black hair plastered to her forehead, spunk and drool mingled on her chin. "Damn, we did a pretty good job on the slut, didn't we, son?" the older man asks admiringly. "Alissa, clean her off." Before Gilia can even process what's happening the older woman is dabbing at her face with a rag. The cloth is rough and scratchy, and Alissa isn't gentle. Her mouth is twisted into an expression of disgust. "Ah, there we go. It's a good morning, m'boy - a morning to remember that some things never change, and that each generation learns the same things as the last. What am I always sayin' women are good for?"

The boy chuckles. "Breedin' and pleasin' - and not much else," he says, clearly quoting.

"That's right," the man says with a satisfied nod. "Well, you've done your bit, devil girl. Take your prize and haul your loose behind out of here. Get her out of my sight, Alissa."

The woman just nods, puts a hand on Gilia's shoulder, and drags her away. They move into a small pantry just off the kitchen, and Alissa pushes Gilia down onto a stool. She continues savagely scrubbing at her face with the cloth. After a few moments, Gilia sighs.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble," she says softly.

"As well you should be," Alissa mutters.

"Your husband's a real piece of work."

The slap comes so fast she doesn't even see it, just a stinging crack that snaps her head to one side and leaves her reeling. Her hand goes to her cheek as she stares up at Alissa in shock, her eyes watering. The older woman glares down at her, quivering with barely controlled rage.

"Do not," she hisses, "badmouth my husband with your sluttish tongue!" She roughly scrubs one last bit of cum from Gilia's cheek, then throws the rag into a waste bucket by the door. "If it weren't for you - and girls of your ilk - maybe this would be a decent town. One where my husband didn't come home requiring...service...every night! If you harlots didn't shake your asses and spread your legs and open your mouths for the slightest bit of coin!" She practically hurls an old, faded gray skirt at Gilia. "Get dressed, and get out of my house."

Gilia, still reeling, slowly slips into the skirt. It's a little short on her, but it fits round her waist well enough. She doesn't have a bodice, so her breasts are loose under her shift, but it can pass for a shirt well enough now that she has something on her nethers. She clears her throat as Alissa starts to turn away. "Could you - could you slit it, please?"

The woman stares at her, eyes wide and angry. "What?"

"For - for my tail," Gilia says weakly. She turns to show the other woman. "A regular dress, it - my tail just lifts it up, because of the way it sits. If you'll just cut a slit up the back for my tail...then it will fall like it normally would."

There's a brief moment where she thinks Alissa will refuse her, then the older woman scowls. "Fine. One moment." She leaves and, a few seconds later, returns with a pair of scissors and some pins. She cuts the skirt roughly up the back, and even pins it together below Gilia's tail. Gilia stands stock still as she does so, hoping not to draw more of the woman's wrath down on her.

"Thank you," she says when Alissa steps away. She can feel that the skirt is sitting better, now - the pins won't hold under serious strain, but it should stay well enough. Alissa just grunts.

"Now please, get out," she growls. She walks Gilia to the door - through the side of the house that avoids the table where the men are eating, Gilia notes - and practically shoves her outside. "You've had your fun. Get lost, and don't darken my doorway or touch my son again. Hussy," she hisses. And she slams the door in Gilia's face.

On the dawn-lit street, Gilia takes a few steps away from the house and takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve. That...that was rough. What a morning... She sighs and rubs her hand over her eyes. I suspect my bridges are burned with Luron...and I may have had to debase myself to get this outfit...but...none of that matters. She grits her teeth, scrubs at her eyes, and glares at the sun that's leaving the horizon behind even now. I'm going to be an adventurer. And I've got to get to it! Hands clenched into fists, she hurries off down the street toward the Crooked Cock to meet the adventuring party that she feels confident will shape her destiny.

Another scene done! This is a weird one to evaluate...I'm going to say that, overall, Gilia wasn't really in control of this, even though she had a lot of successful roles. So the Chaos Factor goes down by 1, to 5 again.