The mother of whores

The young man stared as the half elf girl walked off, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips and the jiggling of her exposed ass.

"haha..." A laugh next the young man quickly grabbed his attention. An old man approach, bald, wrinkly and fragile but his eyes brim with vigor and strength. "Is my daughter's ass just that eye catching?" The old man smiled lewdly.

"Cough! Wait! Sorry!" The young man tried to excuse his action but the old man merely laughed him off. "Don't worry lad, Kaylin's like that with all our customers" The old man chuckled, before gesturing to embarrassed young man follow.

The two slowly develed deeper into the ornate and musky building.

"ARGHHH~~~"

"Hmmmm~~"

"Just like that! Ah!~"

The sounds of moans and smell of sex filtered from the nearby room as the two walked down the corridor.

"Soooo.." the old man drawled out. "You're a virgin?" He smirked at the blushing young man.

"Ye...yeah" he nervously spoke, looking away from the old man's amused eyes.

"Ain't nothing to be ashamed about for much longer, haha" he chuckled, before stopping outside a ornate door. A strange sound emanated from behind it, though this sound was distinctly different from the sounds of sex that otherwise echoed throughout the building.

"However" the old man paused for a moment "You're going to have to wait for just a bit as Quennie is preoccupied at the moment" The old man excused which deflated the young man.

"Want to watch?" The old man grinned lewdly.

"Urmm... Sure" the young man heistately, unsure on what the old man had in mind.