Leather - but use a little extra something.

"You are beautiful." You tell the red headed courtesan wearing the leather outfit. "What's your name?" The woman seems surprised by this but answers easily enough her voice soft and gently accented.

"My given name is Bren-Freya, but most people call me Frey" The name sounds odd, this woman must have originated from the high western plains, probably captured by raiders, or sold by her tribe to slavers. You wonder how long she has been worked as a prostitute in this city. The men gripping your arms release you and let you step closer to the woman lying on the table.

"I'll try my luck with Frey." You tell Alrechi, as you turn to him all eyes shift to judge his reaction, in that split second you slip your hand to your belt pouch and palm the rings that you found in the fat thug's bag. Maybe his **** will serve a good purpose afterall, you think.

"Lets go Bitch!" says Alrechi but you are not sure if he is talking to you or the blonde whore stretched out on the table in front of him. His men cheer as he steps forward and grabs her by the legs and pulls her legs wide exposing her pink slit.

Gently you lower your mouth to Frey's reddened lips, her lips are soft and moist and part invitingly as you press your lips against her. You take one of her hands in yours and slip a random ring onto her finger as your lips brush hers. You have some experience removing rings from fingers as you kiss men, it seams only fair that if you are kissing women the proccess is reversed. As the ring slips onto her finger you feel Frey stiffen slightly and her hand clentches into a fist.

"I think I know what makes a woman loose control." You tell the eager audience as you return your attention to the redhead. "Don't you think?" You ask the woman as you kiss your way up her jawline until you are brushing the soft hairs under her ear. "I'm going to make you explode" you whisper "I'll satisfy you in ways that these men wouldn't even consider." The woman takes your head in her hands and pulls your lips back to hers, her kiss is gentle and warm and her tongue tentatively touches yours. As she lifts her head from yours you see her eying the new ring that adorns her hand. On the other table, Alrechi has burried his snout between the thighs of the the blonde woman who is starting to respond to the eager lapping of her nether lips.

"Oh you know what I like." You hear Frey moan, "Oh Iduna! Your lips are like magic, I need more!" You smile as you move to the end of the table, you are pretty sure that the woman and you are on the same page, the question is now whether the rings that you found in the brigand's pouch are going to be enough to sway her mind. You flip the flap of leather that covers her private parts, and pleased to see her mound is shaved smooth and pink and free of any leisions or sores. In fact, as you bend your lips to her pink slit the smell of her arousal is intoxicating, this might not be bad at all you think. But first your special edge. Again you hold her hand in yours and dextrously slip two more of the rings on her fingers, as you gently kiss the gapping lips between her legs you feel her remove her hand from yours and lift it to her face.

"Oh yes! Oh by all the god's YES!" Her hand returns to clutch yours and she cries out with pleasure that may or may not be completely feigned. Your tongue slips between the puffy lips and caress the soft bud hidden in her labia. As you coax more and more response from her hard nub you slip the last two rings onto her fingers. It is just as well that it is Alrechi's men watching the action and not some of the sharp-eyed merchants in the squares who automatically register any outward signs of wealth like the multiple rings that now adorn her fingers. You can hear the whimpers and moans from the blonde to your right and a quick glance in her direction shows Alrechi now is using his fingers to send her closer and closer to completion. Now that your hand no longer is filled with the loose rings you use your fingers to spread her pink lips wide as your tongue travels the length of her slit as you lick her you feel her legs tighten and her voice starts to break.

Frey is moaning as eagerly as her companion and you can only hope that she will honor the implied deal. There is no reason that she shouldn't do her best to hold out and resist you, she could keep the rings and the bag of coin she gets for resisting your inexperienced efforts for longer than the blonde whore to her side.