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Chapter 12 by EroticaArtist_23 EroticaArtist_23

What's next?

Pleasure House worker

You groan, as you debate your choices. There was the option of a guard, which did not sound like a lot of fun. Mostly, you figured, it would probably involve getting beat up, pushed around, and teased, because you were the lowest and weakest of the ranks.
You shake your head in disgust. "No." You decide firmly, moving onto the next option. The prospect of being a Summoner's apprentice, a thought which your eyes brighten at for a moment. For it was true, that back home you had always been fascinated by magic. You had studied it intensely and had always sought away to become a master of it. Yet still... you paused and shivered, recalling suddenly the words which Chief Dunefire had spoke about the Sand Witch's last apprentice getting eaten by some kind of giant worm.
Gods, if that was you were going to have to go against to get that kind of power, scratch that off the list. You wanted something easy. Something comfortable, where you could make money without much fear of injury or peril.
You chuckle. Thinking like that, you instantly cross the bouncer off the mental checklist as well. It is not that you fear the thugs Drak'ja Dunefire mentioned. But rather, more are concerned for the consequences of what would happen to you, if you took this job and then did something to anger those greater powers, who were the ones pulling the strings?
No, it honestly came down to just three jobs. You could either in the case of job a, tend bar at the Sybaris' Simmer, which was safe. However, it was also boring. For who in their right mind would want to spend all their work hours pouring drinks and listening to people whine and complain about their life?
Option b. You could wait floors at the Sybaris' Simmer, and have people basically ignore you. Yeah, that wasn't happening.
Option c. Work as a pleasure house worker in the Sybaris' Simmer Pleasure House, have lots of sex, and make a ton of money and even some new friends. You smile broadly. "Yeah," you think yourself while getting up from the hammock, and while heading out of the tent to go find Chief Dunefire, "no way that one can go wrong."

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