The shadiest tavern in the slums, the lucky tits

'Wherever the merchant is taking me, it better be worth it' Allisa mind was filled with thoughts of cold blooded murder.

The poverty of the walled city was on full display to the elf princess, who even as her people were in exile and lived their lives as nomads, still lived a higher quality of standard then these humans right here. The dirt passages were littered with garbage and filth, the smell of which burned Allisa's nostrils. But of course the worse, thing about the slums were the humans, particularly the men. Allisa was used to the lustful eyes of men, eating up the sight of the elf. However in those past occasions she was at least appropriately dressed, but right now her body was on full display. Of course, a part of Allisa would have greatly preferred it if it was limited to just the staring.

"Woof woof sexy!"

"Show us your tits"

"Ditch that fatass, stay with me"

"Look at that ass"

"I bet she's a screamer"

"Wanna bet those are fake ears"

The comments from the denizens of the slums, as she walked past them washed over Allisa and threatened to drown her. If it wasn't for the repeating thoughts of castrating Chet, soothing her anger. Allisa was all too tempted to start blasting magic at all of them.

Of course, the merchant was of little help or support. The obese man, grinning proudly whenever another man glared jealously at the two. Often due to the merchant keeping his hand firmly on fuming elf's hip. 'Of course, his hand would often accidently drift towards my ass' Allisa bitterly noted. If the merchant was feeling particularly bold, he'll give one of her ass cheeks a quick squeeze. And unfortunately for the elf, there was little she could until she'll get her hands on Chet.

"Well here we are" The merchant stopped outside a shanty looking building. Hanging right above the draw was a lewd metal sign of two breasts.

"By the goddess where have you taken me?" The elf spat out.

"The finest establishment in the area. The lucky tits" He smirked with his eyes focused on Allisa's tits. Opening the door "Come in" he gesture to the elf to do so and Allisa reluctantly did.

The establishment was quite sparse at the moment, with only a few patrons loitering around. Which given the time of day, Allisa was sure to quickly become crowded soon enough. No, what drew Allisa's attentions were the bar maids, serving the few patreon about.

'They are wearing even less clothes than me' The elf observed, their bar maid uniforms if they could be considered uniforms. Consisted of a dress with a skirt shorter than Allisa's, that just stopped below their bums. 'Likely to gather the attention of their male customers when these girls to bend, flashing their bare asses'. Their uniforms were strapless dresses, with the lowest possible cut. Exposing their cleavages so boldly as if they were pieces of meat on display at butchers. It made Allisa's whorish clothing look prudish in comparison.

'Though their dresses are finely made. I feel strangely over dressed in here' She concluded mentally, as she and the marchant took a seat.

"Hello Master Thomas! Welcome back!" The two of them were spotted as one of the barmaids came up to the two of them. A young girl with short red hair, a decent bosom and a large round belly. 'Swollen with child' Allisa's mind supplied. The bar maid wore a big bright smile on her face, though Allisa could easily tell it was fake.

"Oooh, and who is this? An elf?" She gestured to the elf princess.

Thomas grinned "That's none of your business Claire, do you mind getting the madam please? Tell her I'm here to settle my debt and oh two pints of your finest beer as well please?" The merchant order as Allisa analysed the situation she was in.

Something quirky the elf noticed was that, the bar maid Claire wasn't the only one pregnant as quite a few of the bar maids were also noticeably pregnant. Their bellies swollen at different stages of pregnancy. Allisa gazed longingly at their swollen bellies, as a hollow feeling in the princess's own vacant womb echoed throughout her body.

"Will do!". The pregnant barmaid strolled off, the merchant's eyes glued to her backside.

"Debt?" Allisa spoke, concerning thought stormed through her head.

"Hmm?" Thomas mumbled, before the barmaid disappeared behind some doors. "Oh yeah. I owe the madam of this tavern a debt. You needn't worry to much about that. You must be wondering why we're here, correct?" The merchant quickly changed the topic.

"Very well, why are we here?" Allisa decided to play along for the time being.

"I'm sure you noticed quite a few women working here are pregnant, right?" The merchant leaned in close to the elf, as if they were exchanging a profound secret.

"...yes" The elf replied, confused on where the conversation was going.

"Wanna guess who's the father of their babies?" He grinned, as Allisa eyes narrowed in thought, the first and only relevant thought was Chet.

"Noooo..." Allisa immediately denied the possibility "....really" until the thought gain credence in her head.

"I've counted at least five women pregnant here alone, he can't be the father for all five. Right?" Thomas merely grinned at the astonished elf.

"But what woman would willingly carry his child to term?" Allisa hissed out.

"Key word being willingly dear old Lisa" The merchant replied, Allisa cringed at the nickname.

"Most women here in the slum don't have access to contraceptives, either magic or potions. So once they get knocked up like the sluts they are, that's it" The merchant shrugged.

Before Allisa could reply, the bar maid Claire returned with their drinks.

"Here you go!" She place their drinks on the table "The madam will see you in a few minutes Mr Thomas. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Can I get the milk special please?" The merchant winked, not at the bar maid who for the briefest of moments held a look of utter contempt before it quickly disappeared behind a fake smile. But rather at Allisa, as if to gauge her reaction.

Reluctantly, the pregnant bar maid tugged at the clothing covering her chest, freeing one of her swollen tits from the confines of her clothes. Her areola and nipple darken due to the pregnancy and with one hand squeezed her breast. Milk readily flowed from the bar maid's nipple into Thomas's tankard, before gesturing towards the elf.

"No thank you" Allisa was shocked at the sight before vigorously declined much to the bar maid's relief, who almost scurried off before Thomas spoke up.

"Remind me again Claire but who's the father of your unborn brat?" The merchant asked smugly, before taking a sip of her milk drink.

At the question the Claire stopped dead in her tracks. Turning her head towards the smug merchant, the cheery mask broke "You know as well as I do. It was your darling customer Chet" She spat out, before continuing to walk away, leaving an awkward silence behind.

"She's just angry she couldn't afford the contraceptive potion from me" The merchant excused away at the sight of Allisa's raised eyebrow, concerned by the barmaids comment.

"Anyway if you're serious about catching Chet, you're going to have to work at the lucky tits in the evening until you encounter him" The merchant laid out.

Allisa immediate first reaction was to scream and deny having to work in such a degrading establishment. But she bit her tongue, 'Anything to catch Chet' she mentally chanted.

Taking the elf's silence as a cue, the merchant continued "Taverns like the lucky tits are one of Chet's main hunting ground to pick up ladies. Be it with struggling poor staff like dear old Claire or with ladies who've had a few too many drinks." The merchant grinned lewdly at the end, knowing which of the two categories the fuming Allisa belonged to.

"However, whether you'll get to work here or not is not actually up to me to decide. You'll need to convince the madam to let you work. Though I don't imagine that'll be too hard" Thomas the Merchant answer, with an insufferable smirk before having a sip of his milky beer. Knowing quite well Allisa would struggle to refuse the idea.