Your gaze frightenedly turns to the door...

The door slowly opens with a disgusting creak, and you see a short figure stepping into the small room.

In the dim light, your emerald-green eyes discern the features of this person.

The face of an old dwarven woman, covered in numerous wrinkles and grimacing with irritation...

Gray hair...

Simple linen clothing (a jacket and skirt), typical of the poorer classes of the plebs...

The woman measures you with a disdainful gaze as you sheepishly continue to sit in the large wooden basin of water, your thin arms wrapped around your body.

A few seconds later, someone taller enters the room, following the dwarven woman...

This tall man is **** to open the door wide and bend slightly to avoid hitting his head on the lintel. Looking at him, you feel a growing sense of dread...

He must be over two meters tall...

Fat, dressed only in tattered gray canvas pants, a beefy "meathead" human guy...

His fat paunch hangs forward...

Each of his muscular arms seems thicker than each of your legs...

Looking at his face makes you feel even more uneasy...

His head is completely bald – only a little hair on his chin and the semblance of ugly sideburns.

The gaze of his cloudy gray eyes makes you shudder with a mixture of fear and disgust...

There is something disproportionate about his face: one eye is clearly larger than the other; a slight nervous tic in his right eye; an ugly, bulging, bald skull; a strange curve to his full lips.

"Ghrrr! Granny! Do I need to chuck her? Neeed?" - his high-pitched, ringing voice sounds grotesque, almost childish.

"Don't talk bullshit, Kiddie! She still owes us money for our kindness... Why are you seeing at me with gaze like a stupid sheep?! Get up, ditz!" - last two sentences, spoken in a grumpy voice, were clearly directed at you.

You stand awkwardly, water dripping down your graceful body...

Your mind is filled with anxious thoughts: "There's clearly no consanguineous relations between these strange individuals! A dwarven old woman... A strange human man who probably has some serious mental problems..."

Meanwhile, the "granny" is carefully examining your body.

Then she moves closer and begins to unceremoniously grope you!

Rough touches of your legs, thighs, buttocks, even your small testicles and tiny penis!

"Ow!"- you squeal softly as rough fingers touch the head of your cocklet.

"Turn around, ditz!" - the "granny"'s commanding tone is followed by a painful slap of her palm across your testicles.

Whimpering and wincing from the pain, you turn your back to her.

Now she sees your plump ass "in all its glory"...

Hard fingers immediately begin to "explore" your anal hole...

Your body begins to tremble with a fine shudder...

These touches touch an all-too-sensitive area of ​​your body.

"Wide hole... Good... Guys did a good job..." - you hear the "granny"'s grumpy voice.

Your mind is flooded with memories of what recently happened to you at the "Broken Mug" inn.

Your anus has been fucked by so many dicks for so long that it's now obviously a stretched, gaping hole, more like a cunt.

"Get out of that wooden washbowl, ditzy!" you hear the old dwarven woman shout in irritation.

You take a few steps and stand with your wet feet on the dirty wooden floor.

"Kiddie! Take that wooden basin away! Pour the dirty water into the gutter! Into the gutter, not on the heads of passersby! Do you understand me?!" - "granny" commands this big guy with such confidence in her tone, as if she doesn't allow even a shadow of doubt in his obedience.

"Of course, Granny! Ghrrr! Just me... Me... I don't understand why this girl has that tiny thing between her legs..." - Kiddie grabs the heavy, large wooden basin filled with water with alarming ease and, muttering, leaves the room somewhere.

You continue to stand in the center of the room, looking worriedly at the old dwarven woman.

"You obviously wanted to get to this big city, ditzy?" - she asks with a slight grin.

"Yes, that's true..." - you reply.

"Well, your goal has been achieved... However, the city guard charges a fee to all travelers who don't have a permanent residence in the city of Onteria... our guys paid for you... So, you owe us money... At least eighty silver coins... Do you have money, ditzy?" - asks the "granny."

"No... You see, I don't have any things right now... Not even clothes..." - you reply, your voice shaking.

"I see... So, in addition to your main debt, there's also a debt for the right to live in this room... Another ten silver coins... And in total, you owe us ninety silver coins... And there's one more important detail to the situation..." - your interlocutor says.

"What do you mean?" - you ask timidly.

"You should know you'll be in big trouble if you try to trick us or escape... In this part of the slums, our guys, known as the "Granite Fists", don't stand on ceremony with any rats... And city guard patrols rarely come to this part of the city..." - she says.

"But... where am I supposed to get money?" - you mumble, looking fearfully at the dwarven woman.

"Don't worry, ditzy... I'll give you a job... And one more thing... I almost forgot to ask... What's your name?" - she asks.

"Jerome..." - you say quietly.

"A man's name... No longer relevant for a half-elven boi-slut like you... Judging by the size of your depraved, gaping ass-cunt, you're no longer a man... Let's, come up with something more appropriate, ditzy!" - "granny's" mocking tone makes you look down and blush with shame.

How cruel fate has been to you...

You've lost your home, all your belongings, your anal virginity, your dignity...

And now you'll even be deprived of your own name...

So, now you have to answer her...