To the local brothel

Seeing so many beautiful women gathered in one place, along with the horrifying prospect of marriage, I feel that old feeling coming back once again. I need to get my dick wet. No stranger to the company of whores, I head towards one of my more favored establishments, The House of Negotiable Affections. Highly discrete, and offering anything a man with the right coin could need, it's the perfect place for someone in a predicament like me.

Walking through the back entrance, as not to alert any patrons to my presence, I then step through the purple velvet curtains. The smell of incense fills my nose, and soft music (with some distant moans of pleasure) fill my ears.

The first girl I notice is a stacked blonde in a revealing white dress. Her tits are sticking out so far it's unreal, and it's only shortly afterwards that I notice her pointed ears. They've got an honest-to-Goddess Elven woman here! I can't help but notice, but she kind of looks like an Elvish version of your own sister, Marissa, although wearing things she'd obviously never choose.

The next whore that catches my eye is a dark-haired woman, sporting at least FF-sized breasts. She's shyly eyeballing you, apparently recognizing who I am. She has very pale skin, something I have always enjoyed in a woman. Her hips and ass are very prominent as well. Her breasts are already out, seemingly unable to be contained by her small dress. She's covering them up with her gloved hands.

Next, you notice a foreign brunette, dressed much in the same fashion of Yazmine was earlier today. She's got a nearly perfect body for such a tall girl, and the strangeness of heir clothes and style are intriguing to say the least. She's dancing on the stage in a strange manner, and even tosses me a wink while she slowly and elegantly twirls.

Just as I'm contemplating my options, I see the door swing open violently. A guardsman enters, bearing the unit seal of a prisoner transport unit. He enters with a woman chained in tow, a captured woman. Overhearing the conversation between her and the brothel owner reveals that she was the wife of a revolting Lord, whom father quickly quelled. She's still wearing her royal garments, and even some gold accessories. She's very pretty, but has a look of utter defeat on her face. After a short debate, the proprietor finally agrees to take her on, despite the amount of training that will have to be done to her.