A chubby, rich merchant

You raise your eyes to see a well-dressed, generously proportioned futanari. She has quite a bit of meat on her bones, but it all looks perfectly placed, giving her a jiggling, jovial, almost huggable appearance. She appraises you with surprisingly warm eyes, though she looks at you more like you're a cute animal than a person.

Her clothing identifies her as a merchant, with lots of exotically-colored silk in a style you assume from a far-off land, though it's modified to suit a futanari's frame. She almost looks like some kind of foreign princess, with the flowing fabric and swinging tassels, except there's nowhere else in the world where futanari can be born. Her cocks stand out, even more than other futanari's - they're on the shorter side for a futa, but they're a fair bit thicker - each is as big around as your thigh, and she's still soft. As if that wasn't intimidating enough, they each have a generously-sized knot at the base.

Since she's futa, you know that she's no small-time shopkeeper - she likely owns an entire trading company with dozens of caravans or ships. The gold jewelry she wears is proof of her success, and she even wears the queen's seal on a piece of fabric sewn to her hip. You recall hearing once that those are given to people the queen absolutely trusts, granting them permission negotiate between Futallion and other nations. In her case, she probably gets to set trade routes on the queen's behalf.

"Well, aren't you charming?" she says as she places a finger under your chin to guide your gaze higher. "I've indulged in so many exotic pleasures, I'd almost forgotten how delightful the lessers of home are. I think you'll be a satisfactory choice for me - I'm finally back from a long, long voyage, and I've been craving the tastes of home."

She begins a more thorough examination than any of the others had bothered with, checking inside your mouth, pinching and rubbing practically every inch of skin, and even giving your cheek a long lick to test the flavor. You endure it all, because you know she's entitled to all of it - lessers don't have a right to privacy when a futanari is involved.

But you're finally prompted to react when two of her fingers, slick with spit, start to prod at your back entrance. You yelp in surprise, and she chuckles.

"This isn't the biggest thing you'll be taking up this hole, not even close. Loosen up, my sweet."

You struggle to relax, and her fingers finally make their way inside. She moans as you clench around her intruding fingers.

"Cradles me like a silk money purse. I'd trade a thousand measures of my company's best grain for someone like you, and I get you for free. You're a steal, my sweet."

She finally finishes inspecting your ass and kneels down to be eye-level with you. She pulls you in and give you a long, passionate kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, and her tongue slithers around yours with the skill of someone who's practiced with people all over the world. When she finally pulls away, your face is burning up.

"My name is Glansa, my sweet. From today on, I own you. You'll enjoy serving me, but don't ever forget that my pleasure comes first. Understand?"

You finally mange a stunned nod, and she affectionately strokes your cheek before standing.

"Now then, it's time to find your female counterpart." She takes your hand and guides you over to the other side of the parade grounds, where more futanari pore over the offered women. You blush at their bare bodies, though somehow their nakedness seems less scandalous than any of the fully-clothed futanari.

Glansa steers you in a particular direction, apparantly seeing someone she likes. You look ahead, and think that you can see who she's going for.