First stop, a brothel!

Adalina watched the guardsman depart from her, with narrowed eyes before finally turning back toward the city. She didn't know the city that well but it was still early and she had plenty of time to settle her first priority. Unleashing a hot load into some slut. She meandered into the city proper and moved away from the docks, the occasional stare or whisper following her as she passed but it never turned into conflict. Most of the people she passed were busy going about their own business, with the occasional sighting of another of the adventuring sort or another unusual race of some kind. The city was still primarily human, however, so such sightings were infrequent as she made her way along the docks searching for a brothel.

It wasn't hard to find one, considering the nature of sailors and docks. The first brothel was rather close, but entering it she didn't really find anyone that caught her eye. She did pull a sailor aside afterward and asked him where she might find the more expensive brothel nearby. He eyed her up and down like he wanted to have a go but she wasn't biting, so he shrugged and made mentioned of a place he knew of that the officers went to. It sounded delightful, some brothel called the the House of Softened Hearts, at least that was the name that everyone knew it by. He gave her instructions to the place and she thanked him with a silver coin and a grope to the junk. She wasn't in the mood for sailor but she was appreciative.

It was a bit more inland than she had expected, but it was possible this was on purpose to keep the rougher sailors near the cheaper whores while the officers were willing to take the walk and spend the coin for the higher class sluts. It was easy to find, a large ornate building with the door painted red and a pair of oil lanterns above it. It was still early so it wasn't too busy even, which meant Adalina might be able to get the best whores for cheaper. She entered with a grin, her serpentine tail wagging along behind her as she disappeared into the entrance.

The place was rather cozy, with shielded candle abound and curtains to provide intimacy. The place was littered with couches, armchairs, and cushions near hearths to provide intimate locations to chat with the girls. There were already some men (and a few women even) with attractive young women in their laps while they chatted in low tones. Adalina wandered over to the bar which was tendered by a woman in glorified lingerie. Silken undergarments that were nearly transparent to show off her impressive but, her nipples pressing out insistently against the fabric. Her legs and pelvis wrapped in similar silken fabric that draped across the flesh and gave a hint as to her curve. Her flesh was almost as dark as Adalina's, and her hair was blonde and shaved on one side while the other side was long and flowing.

The woman looked up to alight Adalina with startlingly blue eyes and a pleasant smile that displayed her plump lips spreading across white teeth. "Hello, Ma'am. What can I get for you?" With a quick movement of her hand, Adalina pulls a gold coin from somewhere on her person. She rolls it across her knuckles before setting it down on the counter. "A glass of something wrong, please. I'm also looking for some company. You'd be great but I think I'd like to see more of the girls before I make my decision."

The girl smiles, she was probably about 22 if that. She could be even younger, her skin tight and pleasantly smooth with no blemishes with just a faint blush around her cheeks at the compliment. She sets about producing the drink Adalina asked for, likely a glass of chilled rum. "Thank you, ma'am. But I had best remain at my post...but I can gather the girls and boys for you if you so choose."

Adalina took the glass in hand and nodded. "That would be lovely. Girls and Boys."

The bartender girl moves to set to the task, gathering up the girls and boys (fewer boys than girls but there were enough body types to satisfy the discerning customer). They lined up nearby, displaying their various bodies in varying states of dress, some more shy than others.