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Jean swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what Henry was insinuating, and she couldn't believe she was even considering it. But she had ****. She had to do whatever it took to protect the Knights of Favonius and Mondstadt.

With a deep breath, she made her way to the center of the tavern, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. The eyes of the crowd followed her every move, some leering, others pitying. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her naked skin, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Finally, she reached the middle of the room, her heart racing. She raised her chin defiantly, trying to maintain her dignity in front of the leering crowd. "I am offering my service to you," she said, her voice quivering slightly. "I will do anything to raise the money we need."

As she spoke, she could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, some leering, others pitying. She tried to ignore their gazes, focusing on the task at hand. She knew she had to make this work, no matter how humiliating it was.

The tavern erupted into a cacophony of whispers and gasps as the crowd began to murmur amongst themselves. Jean's cheeks burned with shame, but she stood tall, determined to see this through.

A few brave souls in the crowd stepped forward, their faces filled with desire and greed. Jean's heart sank as she realized what they were thinking. They wanted her, and they were willing to pay for it.

One man, dressed in fine clothes, stepped forward. He was older than the others, his face lined with experience. He held out a small pouch of coins, smirking. "I'll give you 10,000 mora to," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Jean's cheeks flushed with shame, but she couldn't deny the desperation she felt. She needed the money, and this man was offering her a chance to earn it. With a deep breath, she nodded. "Very well," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

The man smirked, his eyes fixed on Jean's naked form. He stepped forward, his hands running over her skin, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He led her to a table in the corner of the tavern, its surface already stained with the fluids of countless other encounters.

Without another word, he pushed her onto the table, her legs dangling over the edge. He grabbed her ankles, spreading them wide apart, revealing her most intimate parts to the leering crowd. Jean's heart raced as she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive skin.

The man positioned himself between her legs, his eyes fixed on her exposed pussy. He didn't waste any time, pushing his hard cock against her wet entrance. With a forceful thrust, he entered her, filling her up in one swift motion.

Jean gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she felt him pumping in and out of her. but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of shame mixed with arousal. She tried to ignore the leering crowd, focusing on the sensation of his cock inside her.

The man's thrusts grew more forceful, his hips slamming against her with each passing second. Jean's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, his sweat dripping onto her bare skin.

As he continued to pound into her, Jean could feel her own arousal building within her. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape from her throat. She couldn't believe she was actually enjoying this, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore.

Suddenly, the man let out a loud groan, his hips slamming against her one last time. He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. Jean gasped as she felt his hot seed splatter onto her stomach and face.

The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, their excitement palpable. Jean felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment wash over her, but she couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins.

As she sat up, trying to compose herself, three men came forward, their faces filled with lust and greed. They held out small pouches of coins, their voices eager and demanding.

"Hey there, gorgeous. We'll give you 6,000 mora if you let us cum all over your pretty face," the first man said, his voice thick with desire.

Jean's heart raced, her cheeks flushing with shame. But she needed the money, and this could be her ticket to earning it. She nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Very well," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

The three men grinned, their eyes filled with lust and greed. They positioned themselves around her, each one grabbing a nipple and squeezing it roughly. Jean gasped, her body tensing up. They started to rub her clit in circular motions, their fingers exploring her most intimate parts. Jean's body began to respond, her arousal building with each touch. She couldn't believe she was actually enjoying this, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. As the men continued to pleasure her, Jean felt her orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation. The men seemed to sense it too, their movements becoming more forceful, their touch more urgent. Jean's eyes closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she reached her climax.

The men let out a chorus of moans as they felt their own release, their hot seed splattering onto Jean's face and chest. Jean gasped, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She looked around, surprised to see that the tavern was still packed with people, their eyes fixed on her.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Henry standing behind her, a smirk on his face. "Well done, my dear," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You've managed to raise quite a bit of money for me."