The edge of a small town

As you leave the mall disappears and you find yourself just outside an old medieval town with dirt roads and mostly stone or simple wood structures. As you stroll into the city you can't help but notice how easily you are striding along on your tiny stiletto heels. Unable to wipe the grin off of your face as the guards look you over with a mix of threat assessment and just taking in this sexy little elf. As you finally walk passed the low wooden wall made of pointed logs tied together a voice calls out to you. “State your name and business here elf.” Turning to the voice you see a burly man dressed in firs over armor and a greyish blue cloak held by a clasp that you are sure must indicate some sort of rank as it shares the same symbol that is flying on a flag you can see within the city.

You hadn't really thought of a name before now, but one comes to you rather quickly, “My name is Claudia...” but the oddest thing happens as you say the name, floating in the air above him are the words, taken, try again, and everyone around you simply freezes. You try several more choices before you decide to try adding a last name and say “Xandra of the four winds.” As you say the name the world around you comes back to life and you add, “I am here to restock on provisions and find a comfortable bed for the night.” A wry smile on your face as you say the last line, your mind telling you that the look on his face just thought something naughty as you said the word bed.

His eyes dip to your chest for a flash before he says, “Two silver tax to enter the town without trade.” He steps up to you and holds out his hand.

“So if I was a trader it would be free? If I came up with something to trade could I get in free then?” You ask.

His stern mouth breaks and you catch a glimmer of a grin, but he remains firm. “If you had trade goods you would have said so. Two silver miss.” He closes the last little gap as he says this. As you hand him the coins he takes hold of your hand and adds, “This also buys you protection from the guard. If you need anything feel free to ask.” He holds on long enough to cause you to blush and you are surprised at your reaction. You aren't really used to be looked on with so much clear open desire.

Finally pulling back your much smaller hand you find yourself even raising your hand up to cover the smile on your lips to hide your reaction as you simply say, “Um thanks.” Quickly turning away before you do or say something you can't take back, your minds eye suddenly filling with a vision of your new body on her knees suckling a massive cock. Striding with purpose you make your way away from the guard into the city, the more the distance from him grows the more your heart rate slows back to normal. “Wow that was weird. I can't believe I got so hot and bothered from that guy.” You can't help but whisper to yourself as you make your way through the city looking for an inn or something, suddenly needing a drink very badly. A wordless sign of a well drawn top half of a woman holding an upturned mug makes you fairly sure you have found what you are looking for and push open the western style half doors of the place. As you enter the smell of bacon and piss mix oddly in your nose and you look around. Most of the patrons seem quite unremarkable but your eyes are drawn immediately to the shifting blob of white serving drinks. It walks up to you and you see written on it:

Call me your preference, “Where can I get something to wet my appetite:”
“Lad,” “Lass,” “Um, M’lady,” or “Just get me a drink.”