Work of a Grittier Path

Note: The first three paragraphs were originally written by minimum and posted in this thread: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Look-for-work-and-a-room.55912

The first business at hand, Zalah decided, was to try to secure suitable lodgings for her stay in Tharros. And her purse being slightly depleted at present, she felt also that she would need to get some money to pay for her rooming. Walking out of the docks, Zalah perused her options.

She was travelling light, and had spent all the accumulation of earnings she had recently made on her sword. It was a fine blade, made by Trigorin the steelsmith, the talented but reclusive armourer in the northlands. Zalah had found his smithy in a small coven in a mountain range by way of paths that were seldom trodden. The grumpy man was surprised by Zalah’s request, and had tried to get her to leave by saying that he only nowadays took commissions from royalty, the wealthiest of nobility, or those that could afford the exorbitant prices that he demanded. Saying nothing, Zalah had simply undone the strings to the thin leather top that she was wearing now and let it fall to the ground. That seemed to seal the deal. Two days later, she was on her way with her new sword, free of charge, save for a blowjob that had made lightening strike Trigorin between the eyes and his pupils revolve like windmills in a gale. Zalah had asked the steelsmith to stir a little silver into the mix of metal, so that it would be more than capable of despatching enemies normally resistant to more run-of-the-mill edged weapons.

Currently, hands on hips, she was perusing which direction to take after a fair bit of walking. She made quite a picture, with her lustrous blonde locks tumbling down her back and around her gorgeous face, her massive, heaving tits protruding out in front of her, threatening to burst through the confines of her leather top. A minuscule black g-string was all that adorned her lower body, the spaghetti thin straps slung up over her hips, and she was poised in her thigh-high black leather boots with thin, high heels, the constant use of which she had trained assiduously with to make her more nimble in battle, making her look almost like she was dancing while striking ****-blows.

Back onto the topic of a means to pay for housing, Zalah considered her options. There was the ever easy score of whoring herself out...whether by independent work or through some brothel. But variety is the spice of life! And she did have this sword that she worked a hard "job" for to obtain. Why not put it to use?

As she contemplated this, she had found herself away from any sort of side streets and into the heart of the city. Coming up to a forum-esque area where all sorts of people, locals and foreigners alike, mingled together in a large area for recreational or business purposes. The blonde bombshell could also see several businesses lining up the forum...from come-and-go and sit-in restaurants, to tourism information stops, to even fancy inns and some bars. And of course, like any forum, there was a fair amount of notice boards filled with announcements, job listings, and most importantly...bounties.

Satisfied with this, the near naked warrioress made her way to this notice board. And unsurprisingly, her whorish gait and garb did not go unnoticed by the public. Which resulted in more than a few stray hands finding their way onto her body. Either they didn't notice her sword or did not care, she wasn't complaining too much, though she kept careful attention to her possessions so she doesn't end up any lighter than she currently was.