The White Lily Brothel.

As you walk into the brothel, you find the foyer empty, with nobody at the main desk. All around you the room is decorated gaudily, with stained glass windows, thick curtains, and colourful patterned rugs.

Suddenly, a woman comes running into the room, bursting out from behind a curtain, breathless.

“Hey!” She calls over when she spots you. “Please, help me.”

You walk over, curious. “With what?”

“There’s an orc.” She explains, “he’s not satisfied with any of our boys. He says that they’re ‘too weak’ for him.”

“And?” You ask, confused.

“He’ll run my name through the mud!” She cries. “Orcs are my main customers! If they all think my whores are too weak, they won’t come here anymore!”

Her gaze shifts to your body. “But you.” She says. “You could satisfy him, I think. Please, help me. I’ll pay you!”