Washed and dressed.

Shairi was led down into the brothel’s back rooms, the parts the customers never saw. There were no lavish decorations here. Whores wandered here and there, mostly undressed. Shairi found their casual, artless nudity almost as arousing as the calculated displays of eroticism they performed for their customers. Still tingling from her session with the madam, Shairi found her eyes on each luscious beauty – the brothel was certainly well stocked with lovely young women.

Eventually, she and her guide arrived at a room that was dominated by a tiled pool. Several whores were there, washing dirt and cum from their bodies. Shairi’s guide let her dress fall from her body and stepped into the bath, becoming to Shairi to follow. The half elf eagerly accepted the invitation, stripping off her clothes and wading in, enjoying the feel of the water lapping at her thighs.

“Mm,” her guide said, “you are a cutie, aren’t you. I’m Rimni, by the way. Margot said you’re an amazing kisser.”

Shairi grinned proudly. “Oh, let me prove it.”

The two young women embraced, kissing passionately and caressing each other’s naked bodies. Clearly, Rimni was a girl who enjoyed her work. They stepped away from each other. Then, without warning, Rimni reached down and stuck two fingers in Shairi’s pussy, squishing them around in her still-wet hole.

“Mmmm…” she said. “It seems that Ma’am had a lot of fun with you. I wondered why she would give a new girl to one of our top clients, but now I know why. You’re a real top-quality slut.” She said it admiringly. “Oh, I wish I could fuck you here and now. But we don’t have time. We’ll need to hurry to get you ready in time for this evening. If we’re late, Ma’am will give us a real chewing out. I’ll wash you instead.”

Rimna’s ‘washing’ turned out to be a fairly erotic massage, which left Shairi frustrated on the edge of cumming. When she was deemed clean, she was led away to the dressing room (still naked) by another whore who took the opportunity to feel up her breasts and arse. Shairi liked the atmosphere in the brothel, one of pleasant camaraderie and horniness. She almost felt she could be happy here had she truly joined them. But no, she had greater ambitions than mere whoring.

A pair of dressers, older and more experienced than most of their fellow whores, examined Shairi to select her outfit.

After much debate and consideration, they selected a black outfit of leather and cloth. It consisted of tight pants that laced up at the sides, showing her pale legs, and clung tightly to her firm young rump. The accompanying bodice was small, leaving her midriff bare, and was uncomfortably tight around her small breasts, squeezing them to give her more cleavage than she naturally possessed. It was a sexualised parody of an outfit that might be worn by a female warrior who favoured speed over heavy armour – or by a thief. Shairi frowned to herself at this last though, which touched too closely on her purpose.

She was introduced to the other two whores who would be servicing Torax the Binder, and noted her outfit was the most restrained. One, a blond named Emiet, wore the garb of a courtly noble, an intricate white dress with a scandalously low-cut bodice hugging her large breasts. However, when she moved the artfully cut skirts parted, revealing tantalising glimpses of long legs, plump buttocks and a blond-furred pussy.

The other was a dark-skinned southern woman, Linimra, who was done up as a harem girl – although Shairi noted that when she wasn’t acting for customers, she had the accent of an Imian native. Shairi looked at her curiously, for she had never seen a southerner before. And there was little stopping her examining this one in full. All she wore were veils of gauzy silk, transparently thin. One hung loosely about her breasts, secured by gold chains to her necklace. Another was wrapped round her hips, held in place by a belt of golden links. She might as well had been naked, for the veils hid nothing, and Shairi’s lustful gaze drank in the sight of her full tits, their nipples bearing gold rings linked by a chain, and her round arse and shaven pussy.

Naturally, they rode in a carriage. Such an obscenely dressed trio would cause comment – and **** attempts – if they tried to walk the open streets. As they approached the hall of the Burning Night Guild, Shairi felt her nervousness grow. While the first part of her plan had succeeded admirably, she would have to play the rest by ear. She needed to get the book, bypassing whatever defences were on it, and get out again – all without someone trying to fuck her pussy or arse, and finding they were sealed. If she was caught, the best she could hope for was being handed over to the watch and locked up. She did doubt there were far worse punishments the wizards could inflict on her…