A straight fuck was plenty...

“How much for a quick fuck in the alleyway?” you asked as you stepped forward, so you were mere inches from the lovely prostitute.

“Twenty silver,” she said, licking her lovely lips.

You laughed. “Two, since you’re pretty and I’m in a good mood.”

She snorted loudly. “You can just keep looking at the local talent, if you want cooch that cheap.”

“Okay,” you said with a shrug, turning around.

“No, no, no. We’re just negotiating. Ten silver.”

“Wellllll…” you turned back towards her. “I could go as high as five, but only because I ain’t seen hair like that since I came north,” you said, touching her soft, curly hair.

Dark eyes measured you coldly, before lightening as she smiled professionally at you, “For a handsome guy like you, whose packing a halberd, a girl can tell, I guess I can go as low as five, since I’ll get off too,” she agreed.

You smiled and untied your purse, pouring out two silver pieces. “You get the rest after I get my…release, babe,” you said, passing over the twin coins. She nodded and made the coins vanish, before dragging you back into the alley behind her.

The alley was dark, but the moon was close to full and moonlight caught her dark hair as her fingers unlaced the section of your armor that protected your crotch with practiced ease and pulled out your cock.