Link went all in and accepted the urges, heading to a tavern for all three.

Remembering that Zelda had said acting on his new urges would keep him more in-character, Link decided it was best if he went with the flow. After all, if he seemed too suspicious, he would never catch the criminal he was after. Of course, some part of him laughed at that justification, knowing that more than anything, Link hadn't been able.to resist the siren call he heard.

Happy with how he already looked, Link left his new apartment and walked over to the local tavern, and smiled at what he found. The place stank of mediocre food, strong drink, and sex. Any other day, it would have made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. But now, on instinct, he inhaled deeply after stepping through the door, savoring the scent and the fun it heralded.

Deciding to just go with the new flow, Link found himself walking over to the bar, his swaying gait inviting the eyes of anyone wanting to look, and sat on an old, stained stool. He looked the middle-aged bartender in the eyes and told him, his sultry, deeper voice ringing through the air, "I'll 'ave a chicken." From the confused look on the man's face, he didn't understand Link's meaning. "A 'ole chicken. Preferably right fuckin' now." To Link's surprise, his voice came out with an odd accent, something foreign, but he didn't much care. He was hungry. Then, as the bartender delivered Link's order to someone else working there, Link said very loudly, "I'm quite thirsty. Wouldn't mind a pint or two of ale, from a willin' man."

As if on queue, the entire bar went silent, and without looking Link somehow knew a staring contest had formed, a contest of wills to see who would heed her call. Soon enough, a tall, thuggish looking Hylian came up to Link, sitting down in the stool next to him, and told the bartender, "A pint of your finest ale for the lady."

"Why, thank you," Link told him, giving him a visible once over. He was strong, with muscles noticeable even when at rest, and he had short black hair that accented his hard, chiseled face well. Link's instincts told him he wasn't the best looking man, but he'd do.

The two talked about various small things for some time, Link coming up with Margery's backstory on the fly, until a small, roasted chicken was brought out to Link. By that point, Link had already drunk three pints, and was beginning to feel a little tipsy. The second the plate touched the bar, Link grabbed the chicken with one hands and tore off a large chunk with his mouth. The chicken was serviceable, if a little greasy. By the time he had stripped it clean of meat, his face was covered in the sticky grease of the bird's flesh, Link felt reasonably full, at let out a loud belch. That done, he eyed the man, Horatio, and told him, "I 'ave a few things that need attending to in my lodgings. Think you could help me, eh?"

Horatio clearly caught Link's drift, and they left the bar and almost raced to his apartment. Once inside they wasted to time and began kissing passionately, Link's body feeling so hot that it felt like he might have caught on fire. They stripped each other of their clothes quickly, and before Link knew what was happening he was on the bed, taking Horatio's cock inside him from behind. The pleasure was indescribable, and Link lost himself in the act of it.

The next thing Link knew, Horatio was finished and putting on his clothes. She must have cum, she realized, and before he left she told him, "Maybe we can do this again, sometime, eh boy?" The answering smile Link got in return made it clear that he agreed. That all done, Link was tired, relaxed, and ready for sleep.