Yes, after some hesitation

Callum didn't know what to make of the situation. All he knew was that he couldn't return home like a dog with his tail between his legs. That would not just dishonor him, but the whole clan. For years he had counted the days until he would reach his full manhood, the day when he would finally venture south and fight for the glory of his clan. All that waiting, and all that preparing and training so he could guard a brothel?

But while he sulked, the two women persisted with their chattering siren song.

"Yes ... VERY well rewarded," the brunette purred with a sultry voice brushing a delicate finger down Callum's chest.

Her redhead friend chimed in. "How dare they turn down such a gallant warrior?" We would never refuse a strong fighter like that, " she said while leaning forward a little, offering a promising foreboding of her huge breasts through the strained lacing of her corset.

"Oh, uhm ... I," Callum stuttered.

"Ooh, strong and silent, that's just our type!" the brunette giggled. "Well, mighty warrior, my name is Elara and-"

"I am Almi. And we're at your service." They both curtsied deeply.

"So, handsome, what will it be?"

Callum blushed. These must be the "bad women" that his mother had warned him about. They were nothing like the good girls at home, one of which he hoped to marry once he had proven himself as a warrior. No, these two were something else, but he really couldn't see what was so "bad" about them. He did what any young man in that situation would have done.

"Uhm, very well, ladies. I've decided to accept your proposition," Callum said, trying to sound as cordial as possible.

"Hurray, I knew you would!"Elara and Almi shouted in chorus. They promptly grabbed one each of Callum's large hands and eagerly started yanking.

"Come on, let us take you to our place then!" Almi chirped.