Dareios makes a decision

Feeling his cock begin to stir to life again, Dareios did his best to exile the vision of the busty blonde stranger from his mind, instead scanning the serving room to look for Galvin.

The burley bar-keep was not far away, and turned to face Dareios as the blonde warrior approached him.
“Was the room all you hoped it would be?” The barkeep asked Dareios, giving the younger man a humoured look.
“It’s small and over-priced; precisely what I expected it to be.”

Dareios answer provoked Galvin into another series of hearty laughter, the brown-haired man’s hands pressed against his dirty apron as let out one last booming chuckle.

“Alright, do you have any other reason for approaching me, other than mocking my establishment and annoying me in general?”
“Actually, I do,” Dareios admitted, “I’m sort of at a loss about where to go.”
“Right, you’re new in town…” Galvin nodded his head, while making sure to slap the ass of a passing wench, who turned her head and gave a lewd smile before moving on throughout the locale.
“How much gold have you got, boy?” Galvin asked Dareios.
“I’ve got roughly 130 in coins.”
“And no job lined up, I suppose?”
“No, none whatsoever.”
“Well, you look like you might benefit from a visit to the Kettle, if you catch my drift?”
“Yeah, I was planning on doing that. Any particular place that I should visit?”
“Try out the Pussy Parlour, it’s the best whorehouse that I’ve come across in this town, and I’ve come across plenty.”
“The Pussy Parlour?” Dareios grinned, “I like it already!”
“Son,” Galvin mirrored Dareios’ grin, “you’ll like it even more once you’ve actually been there. There’s a blonde slut named Yira who works there, and I guarantee you that that girl can suck cock like there’s no tomorrow!”

Satisfied with the directions that Galvin gave him, Dareios exited the inn and moved into the Kettle, his senses taking in the smells and sights of the infamous area.
It looked as though the Kettle was everything that Dareios had heard it would be; the streets lined with brothels and taverns, with busty young whores and muscular gigolos walking the streets, all of them wearing as little clothes as possible without actually showing their “goods”.

Passing an alleyway, Dareios noticed that inside it there was a curvaceous redhead leaning forwards with her hands pressed against the wall, her tight skirt hiked up over her waist while a barrel-chested man fucked her from behind.

Stopping for a moment to watch the red-headed harlot grind her ass against the man’s waist while brushing her succulent breasts, exposed since she had yanked open her thin blouse, against the rough surface of the wall in front of her, Dareios could feel his cock start to stiffen again.

“To hell with this…” Dareios muttered while looking down at his cloak was once again starting to bunch-up at the front. Figuring that this was the last place where he would be scorned for behaving in a lewd manner, Dareios lifted the cloak up over his head, exposing the naked shape of his fit body.

Tossing the cloak over his shoulder, Dareios once again started to move, smiling as he noticed that more and more people were turning their focus to him.
Several whores, enticed by Dareios’ behaviour and the sight of his nude body, with his bulging muscles and his turgid cock that seemed capable of making most stallions mad with envy, cried out for him to come to them, several of them even offering to fuck him for free.
Ignoring them, Dareios made his way through the Kettle, slavishly following Galvin’s directions.
Finally, Dareios found himself standing in front of the Pussy Parlour.

Upon entering the brothel, Dareios found himself standing face to face with the bouncer; a muscular black woman with braided black hair and a pair of large tits.
Seeing Dareios stand naked in front of her, both the bouncer’s jaw and her mace dropped, the latter hitting the floor with a thud.

Smiling at how the buxom black woman stared at his cock, Dareios gave the veined pole a slow jerk.