The next morning...

I awake in an upstairs room of the tavern, stark naked, lying on a scratchy straw pallet in between a warrior woman from the distant north and a swarthy sailor from the distant south. The woman is a fierce redhead with enormous breasts, the sailor a dark, handsome man with washboard abs and a nice big cock. The room is full of snoring bodies, all in various stages of dishevelment.

For a moment I don't know where I am. Then yesterday's events come back to me, and I squirm with a sudden jolt of embarrassment. Of course. Bronnis used his magic jewel to make me into a submissive, naked tavern slut, and I spent the day on my knees doing whatever I was told. I must have licked every pussy and sucked every cock in the city, and my bottom still stings from that group spanking those lesbian barbarians gave me. I was stripped, squeezed, poked, prodded, pinched, tickled, touched, groped, fondled, fucked, subjugated and sodomised by a bunch of leering strangers who treated me as nothing more than a helpless, worthless sex object, a pathetic little toy for them to do as they liked with. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, of course, but it was still a blow to my pride as an adventurer.

It takes me a while to find my clothes, and I have to endure some more grasping, sleepy hands as I search through the pile of slumbering people. The sun's just coming up as I slip out the back door. That may have been the most humiliating day of my life, but I have to put it behind me. I still need money, and after all that public shame I didn't even get paid.

I know the Adventurer's Guild runs a guildhouse on the outskirts of town, where itinerant mercenaries like me can sometimes pick up work. I haven't paid my dues in a while, but maybe they'll have something for me.