Your choice is to offer this boor your sexual service.

A cold breath of night air makes you shiver again.

Spending the night outside without food or drink...

This is fraught with very dire consequences.

Since the threat of such an outcome becomes obvious to you, looking at the implacable face of the owner of this house, you decide to use your experience from your "special" work at Tobbin's tavern.

It seems that in this situation, you will have to do something shameful and indecent...

You timidly look up at this tall human male.

It seems the frightened and pleading gaze of your large, beautiful emerald-green eyes could move anyone...

You shyly twirl a strand of your fiery red hair around your finger...

"It's a good thing my hair reaches almost to my shoulders – this hairstyle makes it easier for me to disguise myself as a girl..." - you think.

"Unfortunately, I don’t have any money… But… I worked in a tavern, and that job wasn't just about being a waitress... As payment for your stay, I could help you relax a little..." - you say in a thin, feminine voice.

The owner of the house looks you up and down: fortunately, your appearance and clothing are quite feminine...

A woman's dark green cloth dress, a patterned women's scarf on your head, women's wool stockings on your feet, and your footwear are women's shoes with a small heel.

Furthermore, you have a slender figure, are short, and have no signs of facial hair (not the slightest sign of a mustache, beard, or even stubble on your chin).

The owner of the house scratches his bearded chin and sneers contemptuously: "I always knew that filthy half-elven bastards like you are nothing but despicable whores! Well, try convincing me that I should let you sleep in my house, slut..."

The human male lowers his gray cloth pants...

The groin area is thickly covered with dark, curly hair.

Large, hairy balls...

You also see a large, slightly curved cock, which has probably been growing for some time due to an erection.

And this cock continues to grow...

"What are you looking at, you stupid half-elven whore?! Get started!" - male's rude shout interrupts your confusion.

"Here? Are you sure?" you mumble.

Instead of a verbal answer, this rough human male decided to do something else: you felt the quick movement of his muscular, hairy arms, his large, calloused palms descending on your narrow shoulders, you felt a strong pressure that you were unable to resist due to your physical weakness.

He just... makes you fall to your knees before him.

"Oh!" - you screamed, bruising your knees painfully on the wooden threshold.

However, the master of the house didn't stop there...

His hand slid down the back of your head, tangling your hair in his fingers.

You simply couldn't resist due to your physical weakness in the face of this tall, muscular man...

And you should honestly admit that you wouldn't have resisted anyway—after all, events are currently unfolding in the direction that corresponds to your own decision.

Whore...

Slut...

Are these terms this human male uses toward you really so unfair?

It seems that ever since your days at Tobbin's Tavern, you've taken the path of least resistance: you've begun to "trade" your own body and dignity for material goods. And now...

Now you, dressed in women's clothing, are kneeling before a dirty and rude human pleb-male...

You're kneeling before him, right on the threshold of his house...

It's getting darker and night will soon fall – and you're ready, for a place to sleep, to suck the cock of a stranger who despises you...

All this is extremely humiliating...

It seems, in relation to your personality, you should forget about such a concept as male dignity...

Thoughts like these are spinning in your head as the strong hands of a man **** your face closer and closer to his cock.

This cock is growing larger due to the rush of blood...

Your sense of smell detects the pungent odor of sweat and urine...

Instinctively, you try to move away a little – but the man's strong hands prevent you from doing so. You quickly gave in and, opening your mouth, meekly brought your face right up to the stinking cock...

A second passed: and now the head of that dick was already immersed in your mouth, sliding across your soft, wet, pinkish tongue...

The taste of the dick was as disgusting as the smell: sour-salty, very concentrated.

Although, you sadly realize that during your time working at Tobbin's Tavern, you sometimes had to suck even more disgusting cocks.

One time, three very drunk sailors **** you to give each of them blow jobs for a couple of hours...

They smelled terrible...

And they had problems with erections due to the large amount of **** they'd consumed...

And also: at the end of the "procedure," one of these drunks started... peeing right on your face...

But despite all this humiliation, you still did your "job"...

Tobbin was pleased with the money he received.

Such memories are now rushing chaotically through your mind as the head of the male pleb's large cock penetrates deeper and deeper into your mouth.