The city of Goldvale

As he steps out into the bustling streets of Goldvale, the sounds and smells of the city **** him. Vendors call out their wares, the clang of hammering on metal echoes through the air, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafts from a nearby bakery. Sam's eyes scan the crowded streets, taking in the diverse array of people rushing to and fro.

His gaze falls on a young half-elf woman, her piercing green eyes flashing as she laughs with a group of friends.

Next to her, a projection of herself appears, wearing a sheer white negligee, her legs crossed seductively as she whispers into an invisible ear. Sam's eyes linger on the image, his heart skipping a beat as he feels his own desires stirring.

He forces himself to look away, focusing on the crowded streets as he makes his way through the throng of people. The sounds of the city grow louder, the smells of food and incense filling his nostrils as he navigates through the bustling streets. Sam works as a blacksmith for the Layman Adventurer's Guild, and he is due to start his shift in a few minutes.

As he approaches the guild hall, he sees a group of men gathered around the entrance, laughing and joking with each other. Sam's gaze falls on one of the men, a burly dwarf with a thick beard and a barrel chest. A projection of himself appears next to him, dressed in nothing but a loincloth, his body glistening with sweat as he wields a massive hammer. Sam looks away from the man, as he isn't really interested in gay sex with anyone. Usually, he is able to just tune out the men, but due to his hectic morning, his mind is still in a state of turmoil.

Sam takes a deep breath and enters the guild hall, trying desperately to push the images out of his mind. He walks past the men, who continue to joke and laugh with each other. He can feel the projections still lingering in his mind, but he ignores them the best he can.

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As he enters the forge, he sees his boss, a stern-looking human woman with a no-nonsense attitude. She looks up from her work and nods at him, her eyes narrowing as she takes in his disheveled appearance.

"You're late, Sam," she says, her voice sharp.

"Sorry Kara, I got caught by traffic this morning," Sam replies, looking down at her, only to see a projection next to her, dressed in a black latex catsuit, her whip cracking as she gazes seductively at him. Sam's eyes dart away, focusing on the anvil in front of him as he tries to shake off the image.

Kara's eyes narrow, her gaze piercing as she takes in Sam's disheveled appearance. "You look like you've been up all night. What's going on, Sam?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

Sam forces a smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just a rough morning, Kara. I'll get to work on that sword right away." He nods towards the workbench, where a half-finished sword lies waiting.

Sam heads to his station, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He begins to work on his current project, a broadsword for a wealthy merchant. The rhythmic pounding of the hammer against the metal helps to clear his mind, and he finds himself focusing on the task at hand.

As he works, he can feel his desires begin to subside, the projections fading away as he focuses on his work. He finds peace in it, as it's the only thing that keeps him from seeing everyone's sexual desires all the time. It gets stressful sometimes, but he finds it easy to keep his mind on his work.

He takes a deep breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders start to ease. He looks down at the half-finished sword, admiring the craftsmanship that has gone into it so far. He knows that it will be a beautiful piece once it's finished, and he's proud of the work that he's done.

He picks up his hammer and begins to work on the sword, his movements becoming more fluid as he loses himself in the rhythm of the work. He can feel the heat of the forge on his face, the sweat dripping down his forehead as he works.

Eventually, the sword is in a more finished-looking state, the blade itself is done and made of a mixture of durable magical alloys, but the handle is still unfinished. As he works on the handle, he can't help but notice the projection of Kara next to him, her latex catsuit clinging to her body as she cracks her whip. He tries to push the image out of his mind, but it persists, growing more vivid with each passing moment. He can feel his arousal growing, and he struggles to focus on his work.

He takes a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He knows that he can't let his desires get the best of him, not here in the guild hall. He looks around, making sure that no one is watching him.

"Shit, why is it so bad today?" Sam wonders to himself. His desires usually don't take such a strong hold of him like they have been today, and he wonders why they are persisting so much.

He tries to focus on the handle of the sword, but his eyes keep drifting back to Kara's projection, her latex catsuit clinging to her round, shapely ass as she cracks her whip.

Suddenly, he hears the sound of the door opening behind him. He turns to see a half-elf woman, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She's dressed in a tight leather corset, her breasts pushed up and out, and Sam can't help but notice the projection next to her - a vision of her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around a thick, veiny cock.

Sam's eyes widen as he takes in the sight, his arousal growing even more intense. However, he has to play it cool in order to not appear like a creep publicly, so he forces himself to look away, focusing on the half-finished sword in front of him. The half-elf woman approaches Kara, exchanging a few words with her, and Sam can't help but notice the way her corset accentuates her curves, the projection next to her growing more vivid as she moves.

He tries to shake off the image, but it persists, his mind racing with the possibilities. He takes a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down, but it's no use - his desires are in full control now. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock straining against his pants as he struggles to maintain his composure.