A Whore House

When she awoke, Viviana was sprawled across a bed in a room lit only by a lamp with a red shade. She started to move but found her ankle had been chained to the frame and her fingers were chained together behind her back. She rattled and yelled for someone, anyone, who could help her. The room was windowless. All she could see by the lamplight was the bed, which she now realized was well worn, a closet, and the bedside table. The table had a box with a single slit on it. She also saw she was still naked, but someone had shaved all her body hair for her.

The door rattled and a massive orc entered. He had to duck and turn slightly to fit through the frame. The light of the lamp cast shadows across his grey-green face making him look even more monstrous to Viviana.

“Shut up. Stop your shouting.” He spoke much more clearly than Sedek. “You work for me now, witch. No magic, no funny business. Make sure they leave their coin. Understood?”

Viviana froze. Work? Coin? Was she…

“Your first customer is coming now.”

With that the man folded himself back through the door and shut it. Viviana struggled on the bed, terrified and desperate. The stockade had been one thing but this… how far she had fallen.

True to his word, the door opened again and another figure stepped through it.