You can have my ass for 100

"Right then," Olana says. "Strip down and let's see what I'm working with."

You obey, quickly stripping down to nude, and she looks you up and down. "Now turn around, bend over, show me the goods!" You again do as she says, and she lets out a sniff.

"I've seen better, but I suppose you'll do to drain my balls. Get on the bed, ass up."

Again you comply, wondering what's wrong with this cold and emotionless woman. The bed creaks as she positions herself behind you, and she slips inside you without further delay. She holds your hips and pounds you methodically, not seeming particularly invested. You realize you're nothing more than a sex-toy to her, and that explains her boredom.

She grunts and picks up her pace, the same way you do when you're about to cum when masturbating. Sure enough, seconds later she's shooting in your ass. She withdraws, and wipes down her dick.

"That was ok, but a pillow bitch like you doesn't deserve a hundred for something like that. Here's fifty." She tosses you a sack.

You go to complain, but she holds up a finger. "Quiet knave, or I'll report you for whoring without a license."

She might be bluffing, but you aren't willing to risk it. You collect your paltry fee and retreat back down to the common room.