Fuu is a servant and maid for the little scaly creatures

It wasn’t more than a few seconds after the bureaucrat left that the Lizardfolk guards opened a side door, and started to lead the way down into a complex of underground tunnels. With her mind so burned up with lust, it took Fuu some time to realize that it was some sort of mix between a dungeon and an underground hotel.

That is, it was laid out very much like a dungeon. The stone passageway was long, carved from smoot stone and set in a wide overlayed arch, almost like an inner chamber had been stretched out unnaturally long. The passageway felt like a dungeon, but rather than bars marking open cages, the walls were instead lined with closed doors. In the few places where those living here had left their doors open, Fuu noticed that the room arrangements were quite a bit nicer than a dungeon might offer as well, with a full array of furniture and even some sparse decoration in a few places.

She didn’t have long to examine them, though, before they had arrived at their apparent destination. It was a door as plain as any other, marked with stone numerals for 87 above the entryway. A guard stepped forward, placed a scaly hand flat against the featureless surface of the stone door, and with a soft hum, the panel slid open, revealing a cozy little living space.

The Kobolds hurried inside, ushering Fuu in with them, and it wasn’t until she heard the door start to hiss shut that Fuu had the presence of mind to call back at the guards. “Make sure my friends know I’m okay!”

She had no idea if they could even understand her…

The kobolds were still moving with frenetic eagerness, their eyes lustfully tracing over Fuu with impatience until their leader scrambled his way forward ontop of a nearby table. Standing just in front of a large bowl of exotic fruit, he leaned forward to look Fuu in the eye.

“I Demp,” he declared, pointing a finger at his puffed up tiny chest. “In charge now!”

Fuu nodded slowly.

“You… no name!” he continued. The little creature had stared to pace back and forth along the length of the table, crossing his arms behind his back like a general giving orders while his tail swished back and forth. “Only toy! Maid, toy, ****!”

Again, Fuu nodded. She wasn’t sure how much point there was in resisting. All of them were unarmed now, and with her martial training, Fuu was pretty sure she would fare better fighting now than she had in the arena. But why bother? Once she beat the Kobolds, then what? And with whatever potentially magical contract she had signed… it was better to just go with the flow. Follow the rules, serve these kobolds until her time was up, then work harder in the future to make up for lost time.

“****.” The Kobold—Demp, she supposed, repeated. He jabbed a finger at her neck, coming to rest on the stone collar that rested on her shoulders. Then his hand drifted down, groping her breast before brazenly cupping over her sex. His eyes held her own, his yellow slits seemed to narrow with absolute confidence and command. Fuu whimpered softly as his finger stroked her oh so sensitive petals. “Pet.”

Her mind was so focused on the feeling of his finger toying with her folds that Fuu almost didn’t notice the rest of the Kobolds starting to move around the space. Some were making themselves at home, gathering up fruit to snack on or piecing together crude craftworks. One, however, made his presence known as he came hopping across the room over to her. He cleared his throat and nudged Fuu’s hip with his elbow, earning the attention of both the monk and Demp.

She looked down to see him standing like a parishioner, some object clutched in his hands.

It was almost buried in his fingers, but when Fuu leaned in he offered it up to her, and with only a moment’s hesitation, she took it in her hands.

Polished smooth stone. One end came to a rounded point, while the other held a stone ring. Someone had taken the time to tie little braided bits of leather around ring and used them to affix a number of feathers to the end of it, like some sort of stretched out bird’s tail. It was a butt plug, complete with the black and white coloration of a maid’s outfit. Her ‘uniform’, Fuu supposed.

Demp hopped down from the table to place a hand on Fuu’s hip, tapping the plug with the little claws of his other hand. “Maid.”

The order was simple. Clear as day.