She enters the brothel

Alicia breaths for a moment. It takes some time for her to find her courage. She opens the heavy oak door and takes in the wild atmosphere. For a small village there was no shortage of women willing to sell their bodies. Two men fight on the ground with fists, to drunk to stand. Alicia notices one whore, the same one that had slept with Master Arnol earlier, she was on her knees between a mans legs, sucking his cock effortlessly. Her head bobbing rhythmically up and down as she takes the entirety of his dick down her throat. Cum begun to dribble from her mouth as she sucked, the man let out a grunt.

"Alicia!" a friendly voice chimed, she turned to see Melvin Grell. The owner of the establishment and the only person in all of Stormdale who spoke to her as if she was more than a mere ****. A lanky man of 33 years, he had short auburn hair and a thick red moustache, his face covered with freckles. Even when she was busy Alicia would make an effort to have a chat to Melvin as never failed to make her smile.

"I need a cask of whisky thanks Melvin" She said with confidence.

"Another one? that man is going to drink himself into the grave" Alicia listened but did not take in his words. She found herself distracted. A knight sat in the corner, he wore steel plate armour, shiny silver with decorative purple cloth and feathers strewn throughout its marvellous design. Alicia thought he was so handsome with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Clearly she wasn't the only one, six whores sat around him vying for his attention, each dressed more provocatively than the last.

"Here's the cask miss" Melvin said politely. She struggle for words,

"Thanks Melvin" she managed to say, still staring directly at the knight. It seemed he noticed her too. Amongst the crowd their eyes met and he smiled. He signalled with a finger for her to approach. Thoughtless she did just that, he removed a steel gauntlet and ran his bare hand along her inner thigh. The prostitutes gathered around him gave Alicia a look of jealous annoyance before they left.

"You must be the most beautiful **** I have ever seen" He said whilst caressing her thigh. Her loins yearned for the touches warmth but she felt Melvin's judgemental eyes upon her. She looked back at Melvin, he was pointing at the cask full of whisky on the counter warning her that Arnol is sure to be angry if he has to wait. The knight continued,

"I am Sir Davis, I have rented a room here for the night. I believe my bed shall go quite lonely. That is unless you would do me the honour of accompanying me" He bowed and kissed her hand. A courtesy reserved for noble women. Alicia wanted to take up his offer but it would mean dire consequences. However Arnol was drunk, so drunk he may be fast asleep. Alicia drifts her eyes between the Cask of whisky and Sir Davis trying to decide what she should do.