Warm food and a nice massage

She starts whipping up a stew for me using leftover ingredients. Because of that, it doesn't cost me anything. She waves her hand dismissively at any mention of payment and insists that I can pay her back later.

While the stew is being brought to an almost-boil, we chat about various things. My long journey here, my formal way of speaking and her asking me to stop that with her. As the conversation goes on, I feel more and more comfortable with her and feel myself talking as if I were talking to a friend.When she hears me finally fully relax she puts her hand on my hand and gives it a squeeze.

“No need to be nervous or put up a front for most people in this city, darling,” she says comfortingly. “I know you’re a little out of your element, but nobody would be in this city if they didn’t hate all the rigidness of regular society. This is a city of freedom personified. You’re not beholden to anything or anyone from your past, either. You can talk how you want, dress how you want, have consenting relations with whoever you want. It is a city of free use, yes, but it is also a city of free living, darling.” She pauses and taps my hand with her finger twice, “Your stew is almost ready, I’ll go sort that out.” And she whisks away to the kitchens, skirts swishing as she steps.

Hmm. That’s…gonna take some time to sink in. I want to put my best foot forward in terms of giving a good impression to the city officials, though. Afterall, the more favorable their opinion of me, the better chance that I have of completing what I set out to do. I have to secure a plot of land to build a new temple on. This is the first important mission that I have been trusted with and I don’t want to let my whole temple down.

Mia has a point though, I guess it makes sense that anyone in this city: officials, magical engineers, citizens, or otherwise, would be most receptive to an attitude befitting of the city. Very few people would agree to come to this city, even to manage it, if they didn’t agree with the philosophies behind it. And besides, this deal is pretty much a win-win for both parties involved. The city of Lustidia gets a religious body to provide assistance from within its walls, and one that aligns perfectly with their values of free love and acceptance. My temple gains more outreach, and therefore potentially more followers, as well as access to one of the most powerful new resources in the known world, Lust Essence. Working together could prove very fruitful. Who knows what the like minded religious researchers could discover when working alongside the arcane and scientific researchers as well.

The more I think about it, the more plausible it is that I’ll be able to pull it off. The pros far outweigh the cons and just being presented with a list of them could convince the city officials. It might not even matter who does it, just that there’s someone who shows up with said list in hand. That fact is actually extremely comforting to me and I relax even further onto the bar stool.

Mia Momma walks back up to the bar with a big bowl of stew in one hand. In the other she places down a plate with a warm toasted baguette with butter spread on each half, a pastry of some sort with raspberry filling under the crisscrosses of frosting and a mug of warm ale. She has a smile just as warm as the meal and watches me as I take it all in.

I can’t believe I’m so lucky. The stew has soft chunks of some sort of meat in it along with the standard array of vegetable and potato chunks. I don’t care what kind of meat it is, its fucking delicious. I take a half of the sliced baguette and scoop a hearty heaping of the stew on it and shove it in my mouth. Hardtack can go to hell. This shit is amazing. I take a deep swig of the ale and taste a hint of apple in its flavor profile. Realizing that I never even expressed my thanks to my angelic chef, I look up with eyes as wide as the plate I was eating off of.

Before I can get a word out of my already full mouth, she holds up a hand to stop me. “I can tell you’re thankful,” she says with a chuckle. “The fact that you’re eating it with so much gusto can only mean that you love it and you need it. And that makes me incredibly happy, darling.”

She tells me to eat my fill and goes to check on some other patrons that had come in during our conversation. I briefly check around and some of them catch my eye. There’s an adorable petite blonde elf eating alone that makes my gaze linger for a while as I chew. I see a male minotaur and a handful of others at a round booth in the corner. I’m surprised to see that, although they are wearing a variety of sexy clothes between them, there is zero copulation occurring.

This is the first time I’ve come across a space that hasn’t had any action whatsoever happening. People are just resting, eating and hanging out. It’s refreshingly chill, but an oddity nonetheless. I decide to ask Mia Momma when she comes back to the bar.

She takes me by surprise as she wraps her arms around my waist from behind and rests her chin on the top of my head. my whole body is engulfed in a soft, breastful-uhhh, blissful embrace. Her ample bosom is pressed up against the back of my shoulders and head and I can’t help but lean into it. Her arms encircle my stomach and one of her hands rests on my hip while the other slowly makes its way downwards toward my thigh. Feeling her body proportions directly, it’s obvious to me that she towers over my dexterous frame.

“Hey there, darling. I saw you looking around, did you miss me that much already?” she teased me vocally and physically, softly groping my thigh and starting to work her way inwards.

I sigh and melt into her hug, letting myself be pampered. “I was just thinking, isn’t it weird that nobody is having any sort of sex in here?”

I feel her smile above me and she begins to unbuckle my belt. “It’s not weird at all. From ten o’clock in the morning to two o’clock in the afternoon this dining room is a ‘Zero Fuck Zone’. For those that just want to hang out and have a bit of rest between sessions. Property owners can place these rules into effect whenever they want as long as there is a notice posted outside the establishment.”

She runs her soft hand over my rapidly hardening package with deft, teasing strokes, but doesn’t take it out of my pants just yet.

She continues, “Some businesses are permanently a ‘Zero Fuck Zone’ for one reason or another. But I am not an exception to my own rules. So what time do you think it is, darling?”

She unbuttons my trousers and fishes my member out into the warm tavern air. She begins to stroke it gently as it continues to rise to its total, unrestrained length and girth.

“Uhhh,” I start, it's a little hard to think already and my thoughts come slowly. “Ummm-mmmmm!” I moan as she speeds up teasingly when I start speaking. “2 o’clock?”