to make a decision

"That's my dress!" Allisa slammed her hands on the desk in front of her.

"Maybe it is maybe it's not. But I'm not giving it away for free" replied a bald fat merchant whose eyes were glued to Allisa's chest and legs.

Chet brought Allisa to a small alley way shop, where he fences his stolen goods. Including Allisa's elven dress. Though as far as Allisa was aware, this merchant just somehow managed to acquired Allisa's elven dress through legitimate means. Putting the dress on display in this small slum store.

"YOU" Allisa turned to face Chet "Remember our agreement"

"I agreed to get you some better clothes, not waste all of my coin for a mere strumpet" Chet, the scoundrel that he was shrugged, amused by the elf girl's dilemma. However he might have bitten a bit too much to chew

"YOU BASTARD!" Furious, Allisa grabbed Chet by the shirt. Ready to **** him in an instant.

"ENOUGH!" The merchant interrupted. Drawing the murderous elf's attention and reminding her to better conduct herself.

"I don't care what squabbles you two have. But **** in my store is bad for my business" The merchant firmly stated.

"Chet, old friend I'll ask that you step out for a moment " The merchant requested, to which Chet happily obliged. Winking at Allisa as he stepped out of the store, leaving only Allisa and the merchant.

"Now elf girl" The merchant addresses Allisa, though his eyes were roaming across her body. "It's clear to me that you're **** for that dress but lack any coin for it. So let's come to a deal".

"It is my dress and you will return it back to me" Allisa demanded.

"If I just handed over any item someone claims is theirs, I wouldn't even have the clothes on my back" he retorted.

"Huff.." Allisa crossed her arms, staring down the merchant.

"But I am willing to take payment in another form" The merchant spoke, his eyes directly glued to Allisa's chest.

"Speak clearly. What other payment do you mean?" Allisa asked for clarification.

"Ha Labour! elf girl. I can tell, you're a girl of... natural talent" he spoke clearly looking at her tits "... who can easily make a hefty sum of coins quickly. Enough to get your dress"

"By whoring, you mean" Allisa growled out.

"We all have to use our bodies to make a living. Given your association with Chet and what I spy is his jizz slowly dripping down your thighs. I can't imagine you're the sort of girl that was particularly attached to your virtue" the merchant retorted. Allisa bristled and silently glared at fat merchant as he continued.

"Fortunately, there are options available to you," The merchant held out his hand and fingers out.

"One. A lot of men would pay a good amount of coin to fuck an elf girl, myself included. Keep my bed warm and my cock satisfied for 7 nights and you can take the dress. I'll even let you wear the dress for the week, with certain reassurances of course" he lazily retracted his index finger.

"Two. I can tell, despite your attire and your association with Chet. You're not just whore, he picked from somewhere. If I had to hazard a guess, that as an elf I imagine you're at least familiar with magic."

"I am a mage!" Allisa iterated "So be warned that I can easily kill you and take my dress back" Allisa threatened the merchant who merely grinned.

"You could but I don't think you will. Otherwise you wouldn't be hearing me out" The merchant pointed out, before continuing.

"I have acquired a not so insignificant number of magical artifacts, not all of which are safe to hold or use. Remove the curses from these artifacts, and take the dress as payment" With that he retracted his middle finger.

"I would of course be remiss not to mention the option you have, to rely on Chet to acquire that dress for you. But I imagine he will demand a steep price from you" the merchant chuckled as he retracted his ring finger.

"Lastly of course you could always leave and return with the necessary coin. Though do tally for too long, who knows how long this exquisite dress will remain in my possession" With that the merchant retracted his last finger

These last 24 hours have been the most humiliating 24 hours Allisa has ever known. Her maidenhead took by a lowlife scumbag in a hazy night of lust and **** to beg the same scumbag to fuck her once again in the morning.

Allisa is **** to come to terms that her body is no longer pure and untainted, physically the elf princess can acknowledge that she is far from her best state. And that not accounting for the mental damage done to the elf, her pride trampled and stomped on.

'I can still acutely feel that lowlife's seed slowly dripping out of me' she grimaced in thought. Fully aware of the cum/blood stains visible on her thighs but trying her best not to think about it. Her usually carefully maintained hair is a mess, her body feels sore and tired. she's also starting to feel strained and dirty.

Once being told her choices, Allisa stood as statue as she considered her options. 'That dress, the dress mother gave me, that once belonged to grandmother, a priceless elven artifact' she looks thoughtful at the dress.

If Allisa was **** to leave it here in these slum, even if she were to come back to get it. Doing so would no only damage the elf princess's pride. Not only for even allowing this situation to occur but would open questions about her now comprised virtue if anyone saw and recognised her in her current state, let the tongue waggling done by being seen in the company of lowlifes. Even if returning at later time with the coin was the most logical option.

Whoring herself to this merchant was also an option, though not one she was fond of. Her pride and sense of ego has slowly been slowly whittled down through her interaction with scoundrel Chet. Though with time her ego can recover thinking the last 24 hour as mere youthful mistakes. But if she actually deliberately whored herself out, it might leave a permanent wound on her ego.

Of course turning to Chet was also an option, another unfavourable choice. The scoundrel was far from helpful, and as the merchant stated will demand heavy price for his help. Likely forcing her to **** herself even further. The very thought of the lowlife scum brought conflicting feelings for the elven princess. Disgust and hatred were immediate emotions that's washed over Allisa, at the very thought of the man and the way he degraded and humiliated her. But those thoughts also brought with with them a undercurrent feeling of lust and fire in her loins.

'Lowlife human scum he is, but I can't deny the pleasure he has taught my body' Allisa thought ashamed at herself. 'Perhaps if I could offer him something in exchange that he wants, he would help me. Given he views as he would put it used goods. It can't just be my body.' Allisa pondered what she could even exchange to the scoundrel outside of her own body.

'Of course, there's also the option of removing curses from items this merchant has acquired. Though given his unscrupulous behaviour, I can't imagine removing these curses will benefit people in the long run. Curses are put on magical items for a reason, to stop people for misusing them' Allisa seriously consider this option. The only option that didn't involve further tarnishing her body in an sexual manner.

'Of course I could always just kill this merchant and take the dress through ****' Allisa acknowledged.

'Regardless of what decision I make. I must retrieve my dress back' She thought resolutely to herself.