Illusionist/Caster who fucks with minds

"A Caster huh?! (he seems nervous), so the Half-Faerie, Illusionist, "John" Doe, seeks an audiance with the king...got it", the guard places the form inside a ledger and and runs back to his post by the gate while looking you up and down again.

You know your race of people aren't exactly the most common around, but shit! Hes acting like your a demi-god or something. Maybe its the way your dressed, you ponder. Was it too much to wear the tight fishnet stockings under your thigh high boots? Perhaps the butterfly tattoo is attracking attention...you probably should of worn a tunic that wasnt so see through...your big fat tits seem to play peek a boo with this one. Oh well, after fixing your long straight hair and making sure your wings are tucked in properly you take a gander around...

You realize its been awhile since you had a nice hard fucking, the kind that can bring you to a screaming orgasm. So few men knew how to do it right, and when they hear your a half blooded fae, they don't really drive it deep for fear they'll tear you in two. Men can be so stupid sometimes...though they have their uses.

Wrapping your silk cloak around you, you snap out of the reverie. Now finnally done with paper work you decide you owe yourself some "fun". I'll see the king soon enough, you plot, lets see whats in this shithole fief.

Suddenly you realize the passerby peasants are staring at you. I guess they
have never seen a half-faerie piece of ass quite as sexy as me before, you think...

Looking around you notice this place has tons of poor townsfolk, alot of them sweaty muscular men!, shit!, you muse...must be something in the water.

You notice an attractive human man making his way to you...the man is large and well built with a troubled look on his face. He appears to be some sort of rogue from the way he dresses...light armor, pick pocket tools hanging off his belt (not the most sneaky thief around is he?)...tight (and i mean TIGHT) leather undies, black long sleaved shirt that didnt leave much to the imagination. Yummy! you think.

"Excuse me little girl," the large man begins, his voice deep and steady "Do you know where the brothel is?"

Cupping your double D cups in hand you tell him your not such a little girl, and that he should have no need of a brothel with tasty women like yourself hanging about...

But he simply smiles, saying something about "how cute" , pats you on your head...and toddles off to get laid...

Oh well...guess ill have to get my kicks some other way you decide.
Gathering your stuff, you tie your horse to a fence by some water, and look around...