Look for work

Dareios now steered his steps towards the Kettle, sliding through the crowd of people moving up and down the narrow street. He’d decided that he needed to find a source of income, which meant either heading to the Sellsword District of the Merchant Quarters if he wished to become a mercenary, or to scout around the taverns, bars and brothels if he wished to become something like an adventurer. For now, the latter was more tempting, particularly since it provided him with an excuse to experience the Kettle.

The journey to the nearest gate leading into the Kettle wasn’t a very long one, and Dareios passed through it with his pulse rapidly becoming faster and faster.

Instantly, he felt as though things had changed. Outside the Kettle, there had been an outrageously clad, very attractive woman here and there, but inside it they were everywhere, gorgeous sluts prancing up and down the streets or standing near alleys or outside various establishments of a seedy character.

Even sex was being performed in the open, Dareios noted, with the most noticeable example of that being the group of two men and three busty women going at it up on the large balcony of an equally large house that he passed by.

All in all, the Kettle struck Dareios as being similar in character to the temple back home in the Arakan, only on a much larger scale.

Intoxicated by the place’s lewd atmosphere, Dareios was tempted to grab one of the scantily clad sluts which seemed to be everywhere, and give her a good fucking.
But instead, he kept his head as cool as he could and ambled into an establishment, Dareios couldn’t determine whether it was a whorehouse or a bar, but he guessed that it was the latter, which seemed promising. And how could a large building with the letters “The Horny Harlot” dangling over the entrance and a large picture of a busty, wide-hipped woman squatting down with her knees bent and one of her hands buried inside her pussy painted onto the façade appear as anything other than promising to a man like Dareios?

Passing by the burly bouncers without being challenged, not even told to hand in his sword, Dareios realized that the place was a tavern rather than a whorehouse, with the large main hall seeming to hold several hundreds of paying customers, all of them sounding and moving as if they were in various stages of intoxication.

There were two large bar disks behind which topless women were serving out drinks and tankards of beer, either directly to customers or to other topless women who carried trays of the alcoholic beverages across the hall to the various customers that had ordered from them.

Spread out across the hall were platforms on which women were dancing, some of them slowly removing one skimpy garment after the other, while others were already naked and doing various things to themselves. Two of them had even gotten so far that they were actually being fucked on their respective platforms, one of them having a cock each shoved into her pussy and mouth while the other was bouncing up and down on a man’s lap as his member was slid in and out of her asshole.

Then there were also three holes in the floor, crowned by a railing which reached up to the knees of a man of average height, and around of these holes there stood at least a dozen men, all of them jerking their cocks while glancing down into the pit below them.
Just as Dareios looked at one of the pits, a man blew his load, tugged up his pants, and tossed a coin into the pit before walking away, his place immediately being taken by another man.

This seemed like a place for him, Dareios thought as he moved towards the nearest of the two bars.