Visiting the brothel

Ria took Denni by the hand and led him across the market square. To his surprise, she led him straight into the brothel he'd been eyeing. There was a small lobby furnished with plush couches and fine fabrics. The sounds of passion could be faintly heard from nearby rooms. Ria dragged Denni straight up to the desk, where an attractive older woman stood waiting.

"Greetings," the woman said. "Let me guess, young lovers seeking a third for an evening?"

"What?" Ria said.

"We're... uh... just friends?" Denni said, hesitantly.

"But we... um... we're both... virgins," Ria said. "And we want to... you know..."

The woman smiled, knowingly. "I think I understand," she said. "You have the means to pay?"

Ria dropped their pouch of gold onto the desk. The woman checked it quickly.

"I think we can make an arrangement," she said. "Carlo! Isabella!" A pair of whores, one male and one female, approached. Carlo was a handsome, muscular man with broad shoulders and a strong jaw, short, light brown hair and smoldering eyes. Isabella was a gorgeous woman with straight black hair, large breasts, flawless olive skin, and a shapely figure. Both were in their mid-twenties, Denni estimated. "Our two new guests would like to be shown the pleasures of the flesh tonight. Would you be so kind as to accommodate their desires?"

"With pleasure, Mistress," the two said in unison. Ria and Denni looked at each other with a mix of excitement and apprehension as the two brothel workers led them upstairs.