A run down inn

Weaving through this part of town makes you a bit nervous. Shady people in hoods, beggars looking for a spare coin, and all the other misfits who roam these streets get an eyeful of your nude form. While a deep part of you enjoys the attention, you are mostly scared one of them might act on their urges. You are very glad you have a huge half-orc by your side.

Luckily, you aren't on these streets for long. Before long Dukash navigates to a pretty run-down looking inn. A sign hangs over the door, though it features no name, just a bed and a tankard of ale. Much to your dismay Dukash barges right in, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar to the two of you. You really wish you could just sink into the floor, your pretty face turning a deep shade of red. Tearing your hand out of Dukash's, you use it to cover your sex. Looking around the room, your eyes come to rest on the bartender, a gruff looking old man with a face full of scars. He does not seem to be pleased by your presence, crossing his arms and scowling.

"You've been here long enough, half-orc," he growls, his no-nonsense voice silencing the room. "You know the rules. No hookers in my rooms. Take 'er somewhere else!"

"Oh, Victor, you old hound dog!" Dukash jeers, walking up to the counter. You awkward shuffle behind him, not wanting to be too far from your protector. "This is my new travelling companion, Rosa!"

The bartender gestures angrily in your direction. "The whore doesn't have any clothes on! Get her out!"

"A... temporary arrangement, I promise you!" The half-orc laughs awkwardly, resting one hand on the bar. If you were not so focused on him you would have missed it, but you just make out some kind of incantation leaving Dukash's lips. Just the faintest shimmer around his mouth, concealed by this inviting smile. "Come on Victor, would it be the end of the world if she stayed in our room. It's our last night anyway, and we've been such amazing patrons, have we not?"

"Hmph," Victor scoffs, seeming to mull the idea over. "Fine. But you're not getting an extra cot!"

"Vic, my man! I knew you had a heart in there!" Scooping up your arm, the half-orc leads you towards the stairs. As you pass by several tables, a hand reaches out and squeezes your ass. You squeal, the fingers digging into your supple flesh before disappearing. You look behind you but cannot make out the culprit. Dukash seems oblivious of the incident, whisking you up the stairs.

"I'm really hoping he's too dumb to realize he was charmed!" Dukash whispers, giggling at his own joke. You are pretty impressed he was able to cast on the fly like that, and so stealthy! Walking to the end of the row, he knocks on the door. "Hey Thror, you're not naked or anything right?"

"No?" A confused voice replies from inside. "Why?"

"Because we have a guest!" He calls, throwing the door open and dragging you inside.