Go Looking for Some...Companionship

Though a comfortable bed and a warm bath called to you, your prick called louder. A few discrete questions got you directions to the vice district and a warning that the local guards were corrupt and seriously violent. With your coin backup in your locked room (and in a warded chest, inside that room), only enough coin for a good fuck in your purse and your sword, dagger and throwing knives strapped on, you felt plenty comfortable wandering into the run-down district of the city.

Your experienced eyes run over the whores, rejecting those too young to be interesting and those too old to be pretty, as well as those whose pretty smiles and barely covered breasts were supposed to distract you from heavyset men in the shadows behind them. You finally spotted a likely candidate, a local girl, about your age, flaming red hair that hung in a single long braid to her slim waist, which flared impressively, giving her a magnificent ass and long, strong legs, which were mostly revealed by the skirt that didn’t even reach her knees and a scoop front that began just above her nipples. Though her breasts were small, they looked firm and they were extremely perky. The professionally sexual smile she directed at those who passed was damn attractive as well.

As you made your approach two men in the uniforms of the city guard, escorted a third man, wearing the silk clothing and rapier of a nobleman closed with the redhead, cutting you off from her. One of the guards grabbed the whore in a simple armlock, bending her over so her head was level with the nobleman’s waist and her impressive ass was pressed against the guards groin (though his armor kept him from getting the physical, as opposed to visual benefit of that). The other guard fell behind, keeping an eye on the road and your suddenly nonchalant self.