For now, you'll have to.

For now, you don't have much of a choice... It's either trust this thief or become the cocksleeve of a sleazy noble. Standing, you hug the raggedy sheet to your frail, effeminate body and step out of the cage toward the beckoning moth woman.

You're surprised when she pulls you into her arms and hugs you to her large, bare breasts. She's soft and warm... You can't help but sigh contentedly and nuzzle into her. You've been locked away for so long, cold and alone. To feel the embrace of another, even a stranger like this... It's like paradise.

The moth woman lifts you up in your arms, holding you like a mother would their child or a dashing knight might carry a princess. Your face finds her bare breasts and you can't help but nuzzle your cheek against the soft warmth. They're like marshmallow clouds... A purr emanates from your chest unbidden and the sound of it causes the moth girl to give a bright smile. She places a hand to your flat, androgynous chest to feel the vibration, grinning to herself. She places a quick kiss to your forehead, then turns to a window high up on the ceiling. Bending her knees... she jumps.

The sudden motion startles you. You tightly grip her bare breasts for safety as she jumps from crate to crate, her feet meeting the wall and running along it. Her wings flutter as she runs up the wall, finally reaching the window at the top.

She pauses only briefly, gazing out at the city, clad in the dark of night. She glances down at you, checking to make sure you're okay, then jumps.

Her wings flutter as she glides down from the tower, soaring along the rooftops below her. She lands on one a few blocks away, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Wow, she really is a thief... a good one, at that. But where is she taking you?

When she finally lands, it's in a dirty alleyway in what looks like the red lantern district of the city. Marked with a red lantern at every entrance as a warning for what lies ahead, you know about these from your own kingdom. Brothels, casinos, seedy taverns, drug dens, black and gray market dealers... Most of the major cities knew they couldn't stop these kinds of businesses, so best legalize them and quarantine them to a specific part of the city where they could pretend they weren't there. It makes sense a thief like her would take you here... But for what purpose?

She walks along the alleyway, grabbing the ragged sheet you have to wear and pulling it over you. You're surprised at first, but manage to calm down when she holds you against her bosom. It's probably safer if you aren't seen yet, not when you're still in the same city as the slave auction house that sold you. You try to just focus on the soft warmth of the thief's breasts and ignore the jarring motion of her walking. The voices around you are largely about inane things you'd expect from people walking a red lantern district. Where a good prostitute is, offers of sex services, drunk slurring, tweaked rambling, groans about how much money they've spent...

The thief turns and opens a door, stepping into a hot, noisy building lit with the warm orange glow of lanterns. You can see the light even through your sheet.

"Hey, look who's here!"

"Tenfingers!"

"Welcome back, Tenny!"

"How'd your run go?"

"What's that in your arms? Some good loot?"

The moth woman's hand moves and pulls the sheet off your head. Luckily, being a catfolk, your eyes rapidly adjust to the medium lighting of the lantern-lit tavern. It's not a large tavern, but it's reasonably populated. Men and women alike of different races widen their eyes as they look at you, including a large, well-dressed orc at the bar, wiping down the counter.

"Tenny... What's that? You kidnapped a little girl?"

The moth woman vehemently shakes her head. She lifts the sheet to show them your tiny, flaccid penis. You blush and pull the sheet back down. The thief doesn't pull it back up, instead using her free hand to rapidly move her fingers. What is she doing? Fidgeting?

"Shit, Ten... Did you seriously steal a slave? How much is that gonna make you grow once they realize he's gone?"

Grow?

The thief sticks her tongue out at the crowd. The orc at the counter sighs. "Bring him over here. I'll explain to him."

The moth woman nods, skipping excitedly over to the counter and sitting down. With your raggedy sheet still bunched around your waist, she sits you on her lap, softly stroking your back with her gloved hand. Despite your nerves, you feel another purr emanate from your chest at her gentle ministrations. You can't help but lean in and rest your head on your kidnapper's bare breast. She's so warm and soft...

"So, what's your name, kitten?" The orc asks. Despite his classy bartender's suit, he's still a massive, muscled, scarred orc, so he looks almost like a savage playing at being civilized. Still, considering how out of your element you are, you know better than to judge him for that.

"Um... Oscar. Oscar Felix Vermillion."

The halfling man playing his lute on the stage abruptly stops. The entire tavern falls silent.

"Vermillion? As in... the neighboring kingdom that just got sacked a couple months ago?" an elven man at one of the tables says, shocked.

"Um... yes."

The orc smacks his forehead. "Shit, Tenny... You really got in over your head this time."

The moth woman nervously bites her fingers through her gloves.

"Any minute now, they'll-"

The thief gasps. You watch in awe as her breasts visibly grow larger. They go from their original, already huge, size to what must be several notches larger. Despite it, the moth woman looks visibly aroused as she grows, panting red-faced.

"Welp, guess they just realized he's been stolen," the orc bartender sighs.

"She didn't grow as much as I thought... Maybe he's not as valuable to them as we thought he was?" a dwarven woman at the bar says, leaning in over her mug of ale to look at the woman's breasts.

"Well, for now, we'll have to keep an ear on the street, see if they're looking for him and run subterfuge so they don't realize where he is," a lizardfolk woman at one of the tables says.

The orc barkeep nods. "Well, guess I better start explaining. They call me Barkeep and I'm the owner of the Bloody Hooker. Everyone you see here is a member of the Eight Hands bandit gang. I'm not a member, though. I just let these ne'er-do-wells use my tavern as a base and hangout."

"Aw, come off it, Barkeep! Ya might as well be like a father to us!" the mousefolk girl in a dancer's costume on the stage shouts. This causes the bar to break out in laughter, which the orc bartender waves off. Still, you think you see a red tint to his green cheeks...

"Eh, sod off, ya useless freeloaders!" the orc bellows at them. "Anyway, the lovely topless moth insectfolk here who stole you is Tenfingers."

The moth woman flutters her fingers at you in a wave, smiling fondly at you as you sit in her lap and cling to her bare breasts. Gently, she guides your head to her nipples.

"Don't bother trying to get anything out of her, kitten. Tenfingers here is mute. She's illiterate, too. Don't worry, we can interpret her hand language for ya if ya want," the orc begins. "I imagine you're full a questions, so let's hear 'em. Don't worry, these may be thieves, but they're a good sort. You're a slave who Tenny stole. You belong to her, and that makes ya one of us. Ya can trust us. We take care of our own. Also, Tenny wants ya to suck her teats."

"What?!"

The thieves around the tavern burst into laughter. "Talk about an innocent one! How old are ya, kitten?"

"Um... Eighteen," you squeak.

"Eighteen? Shit, but he's so scrawny! He's like a girl!"

You blush at the emasculating comments. Should you suck her breasts like she wants? But... everyone's looking at you. Including Tenfingers, expectantly.