Making Some Acquaintances

"I love them!" said Bellanna as she practiced swinging her new throwing axes. Though the chopping blades looked dainty in the orc warrior's grip, the hatchets were more than capable of splitting skulls and taking limbs. Bellanna laughed and jumped for joy as she practiced destroying melons on the practice range and was amazed as the enchantments within the axes would cause the weapons to fly back into Bellanna's hands. "I can really have them, Master?"
"Of course." said Jerry as he paid for his ****'s new axes, and her enchanted headband that was socketed with a stone of danger sense, the graceful belly chain that Jerry thought would look nice on her that increased the wearer's dexterity and charisma, the knife enchanted with Pass Without Trace that sat on her gold thigh band, and the gold thigh band for her stealth knife to sit.
"Here I thought that you were some orphan farm hand. You realize that the gear she is wearing is worth a couple of hundred times the cost of the orc wearing it." said Titania.
"Wasn't thinking about it." said Jerry.

"Well, if you are buying." Titania held up a dress and gave Jerry puppy dog eyes. "Pwease?" asked the elf ranger. Jerry shrugged, paid for the dress, three other dresses besides that one, a pair of boots, sandals, a ring enchanted to cast Harpoon Shot when a ranged weapon is used by the wearer, and a six pack of full restores.

Titania also made Jerry pay for a silk shirt, frock coat with matching pants, a dueling sword, and riding boots with spurs. "For yourself. There is no reason for you to look like a bum if you don't have to." said the elf ranger, herself now wearing the gown with a smile.
Jerry sighed, money was no object, but the smile on Bellanna's face when she saw her owner dressed up like a proper noble was priceless.

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The slaves knelt in their humanoid forms by the side of the dance floor waiting to be chosen. There were no green skins among them. These were not ordinary menials, but creatures chosen for their grace, beauty, and their alignment with a particular magical domain or element. All of them were in varying states of undress which showed off the collector device. The males were distinguished from the females by the presence of a chastity cage in place of the vaginal plug that matched the anal plug which all of the **** dancers wore. The monsters had to watch their masters dance, the energies generated by their attention and interest were channeled through the collector and used by alchemists, artificers, enchanters, druids, and clerics for their works and spells.

The dancers would compete to see which of them could generate the most interest to find out who in the room was cultivating the most attention. Dances ranged from line performances to improvised acrobatics. Though free men and women did dance together, dancing with their social and spiritual inferiors was more common.
The dancers would regularly grab the kneeling audience and **** them to participate. Slaves of both sexes would be **** to perform on demand for crowds of the ****. Monster girls and boys would find themselves groped, toyed with, poked, prodded, and grinded upon. The chosen **** for their part would do their best to perform for their partner. The slaves were trained to follow the master's lead and use their body make the performance more pleasing to the gods to enhance the power of their prayers.

Jerry was transfixed by the sight of a human woman who looked to be in her late teens teasing a youth with a red tail with a flame burning at its end. The more the girl's finger traced circles around the monster's imprisoned groin, the bigger and brighter the lizard boy's tail flame became. Jerry was so hypnotized by the erotic sight that he almost did not hear the man at the card table shout at Jerry that he needs to "Get your eyes off my sister." Jerry turned to see a pudgy young man with a mop of blonde hair with an expression on his face that reminded Jerry of a pimple in the middle of popping. "How dare you presume to gaze at a lady of the Valwaaroo. We are a proud and noble family and I will not have some up jumped crypt-rake ogling my sister like she's a field verda on market day."

"Calm down, Isaac. Don't you recognize this man? Or at least, don't you recognize his verda. This is the dire wolf rider." Said another young man, this one with long chestnut locks tied back with a black ribbon which matched his black frock coat. Whereas the blonde youth was portly and stout, this fellow was gaunt with severe, lanky features. "Please excuse my friend now. He has just acquired a new battle beast from the good trader here." The gaunt faced youth gestured towards a portly gentleman with a shaved head wearing elaborate robes as opposed to the coats and trousers that the other men wore. "Who has just returned from the court of The Pharaoh with quite the choice selection of monsters. Isaac here has spent a not inconsiderable portion of his allowance on purchasing a manticaer of considerable ferocity and I suspect he wanted to see how fast he could tear up your wild caught orc about whom there has been much speculation. But where are my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Colonel Jacob Bourbaalois, Master of Peachwood Manor and its three thousand hands. This is my childhood chum, Sire Isaac Valwaaroo, heir-apparent to the Verdahead plantation."

"And its six thousand five hundred hands." Added Isaac.

"Do forgive him some." Said Jacob. "He is fiercely protective of his sisters' virtue and their father being the grandest grandee in our humble county means he often fails to recognize when a large fish has come calling in our little pond.

"The lady observing you so casually from behind her fan is the lady Shebari Bourbaalois, my late father's widow."
The woman who looked to Jerry to be in her late twenties shut her fan and nodded. "Charmed to make your acquaintance. That verda of yours is an interesting specimen." She said as she scanned Bellanna up and down. "When I saw her riding on a dire wolf with a human, I could not believe it. At first I was shocked, then confused. I just could not figure out why someone would let such an average verda ride with them. But looking at her here, I think I get it." Shebari bit her lip before saying. "Its her averageness that makes her special. She is so typical of a wild caught verda, so absolutely ordinary and dull by their races standards, that she acts as an example of a quintessential verda. She is, if you will, the orciest orc."
That got a laugh from the table. Jerry only saw that Bellanna was growing uncomfortable.

"Last but most certainly not least, our acquaintance in the exotic attire is Herr Seamus Nakitomi, flesh trader extraordinaire who braves the perilous journey through savage and untamed lands to bring us the choicest slaves from the four corners of the world." Jacob gestured to the robed gentleman who possessed a dark tan from the road. Herr Seamus nodded politely to Jerry before taking a cup from the hand of one of his three **** girl attendants for a drink. There was something off about the three blonde ladies dressed in white tunics and bands of gold around their throats, but Jerry could not figure out what it was.

It was Titania who said "Oh wow. I have never seen human slaves before. So it is true then that the Zoragyptian sorcerers found a way to nullify a human's natural immunity to The **** Codes."
"Humans, elves, and gnomes." said the **** trader. "The wonders of modern magitech."
"And owning human slaves is legal in this kingdom?" Asked Titania. The ranger saw that two of the three **** girls were a pair of identical twins and approached them for a closer look. The twins tried to back away, but their collars' enchantments glowed with power to hold the human chattel in place for inspection.

"It is a grey area. In the free city, people can find themselves enslaved for crimes or debts. These three sisters' father liked playing cards more than he could afford. A particularly delightful gaming house I can afford to frequent offered me his debt in lieu of cash when I had a rather lucky evening. When I went to collect what I was owed, I offered him a choice. I said to this degenerate gambler 'I am either taking three of your daughters in collars or three of your body parts in jars.' The bastard signed them over then and there. Their paperwork is notarized and in order, though I cannot sell them on this side of the river, they are a fine novelty." Nakitomi patted one of the human girls on her ass. Jerry saw the **** girl close her eyes and shed a single tear before the collar around her neck began to glow and bring the girl back to focusing on fulfilling her role according to The **** Codes. "Why don't you take Zoe and Chloe out onto the dance floor. Give them some exercise. Put them to good use and see how much the gods like watching them perform." said Herr Seamus.
"It would be my pleasure." said Titania. The elf woman offered a small bow to the **** trader before taking the twin blonde girls by the hands and leading them to the dance floor. The remaining **** girl watched their sisters leave with the strange elf with trepidation before she felt a tug on her leash and saw her Master holding up his goblet for a refill.

The lady Shebari Bourbaalois opened a silver case and pulled out a cigarillo that Jerry's HUD identified as being 'rolled tianbacco- also called Heaven's Leaf. The plant is smoked for its mild narcotic and hallucinogenic effects and its ability to increase spell casting speed and potency.' Shebari lit the smokable with a snap and a word of magic. Jerry thought that the widow looked elegant in an imperious sort of way as she blew monsters to fly through her smoke rings. "There has been endless speculation as to the source of your dire wolves incredible speed. When your party slowed down and we were finally able to catch up to y'all, we could not believe it. That such ordinary riding beasts could go that fast for that long seems impossible. That a common wild caught dire wolf could outpace our racer tier velocidashers requires some explanation.
"The three most popular theories are that the dire wolves were wearing master crafted saddles infused with high grade custom enchantments, that your elf companion is an ancient sorceress of extraordinary power who has been studying the arcane arts since before before the founding arch-mages wrote 'Principles and Mana: Fundaments of Magick', and the third theory being that your dire wolves only look like ordinary dire wolves but are in fact mythic tier mounts bred to look ordinary while retaining the skills of a legendary pedigree."
"So, what is the answer?" asked Isaac Valwaaroo. "Hey! What did I say about looking at my sister?"

Jerry was not looking at Isaac's sister. Lovely girl that she was, Jerry was actually looking at Titania on the dance floor as she twirled the twins and nuzzled between them as their bodies moved to music, and wondered what these gentlemen and lady would say if the elf told them that it was his magic. Thankfully, she was busy, and Jerry considered his words carefully. "They are quite a pack of dire wolves, aren't they?" As if that answered their question.

"A fine pair of lupines like that, I reckon I would stake a fair bit for a chance to win them in a hand. So, stranger, how about you join us for a game of cards, give us a chance to win them fine wolves. Least you can do to make up for besmirching Dina's honor." said Jacob with a wink.

Jerry pulled the three receipts for his perfectly normal dire wolves and smiled. "What was this about staking a fair bit?"
Jacob smiled and pulled out three cards containing an ifrit, an undine, and a dryad. "I will even let you pick which one goes in the first pot. You game?"
Jerry sat down and put the receipt for one of the dire wolves on the table. "I will be your Huckleberry." said Jerry as he pointed to the water elemental's containment cart. "Now what is this about a manticaer? Is that like a manticore?" Jerry waved the dire wolf second receipt in Isaac's pudgy face and the blonde boy placed a containment card on the table with the image of a creature with the body of a lion with eight long somewhat spider like legs, the tail and pincers of a scorpion, with the upper body of a woman with four arms all holding fiercesome weapons.
"Oh. I will play." said lady Shebari, placing a card that showed the image of a squirrel that crackled with electricity that had 'blitztanzer' written on its label.
"Alright then." said Jerry putting the third dire wolf receipt in the pot. "But before we get started, can someone explain the rules to me, please?"
This got a laugh from the other four players who all knew in that moment that they were going to clean this traveler out of everything he owned. Isaac looked up at the orc woman clad in gold and enchantments standing behind the stranger looking far too proud and thought about all the things he was going to do with her tall, toned body when she belonged to him, a proper gentleman of the Valwaaroo family who were experts at putting people and monsters in their place.

The first hand of cards was dealt, Jerry activated Developer Mode.