You make a friend

You laid in a warm bath in a comfortable inn, having reached the city and departed ways from your previous company. It had been a long and arduous journey to reach your destination. In its own way, walking the way would have been less arduous on your body than the carriage ride. Your jaw and your asshole took the brunt of the punishment. Their juvenile, perverted behavior was understandable; these young men had just discovered sex, and as many are want to do, they want to discover and learn it all quickly. The things that weren't allowed to even be talked about in polite society were especially fascinating to them. Not just enjoying your ass, but shoving their cocks in every hole they could find, at times even trying to shove two of their hungry cocks in the same hole at the same time. At one point, they had you suck all of them at once, ejaculating on you in their preferred place. The carriage, having been a roaming fuck box, reeked by the time you all arrived, each of you looking disheveled and frumpy as you got dressed for the first time in a week. As eager as you were to be done with them and their irrepressible libido's, you couldn't help but looking at what transpired with joy, and humor. For one, their youthful desire made up for their lack of experience, and it was a pleasurable experience for you too. Having their coin was certainly appreciated, more than you'll need to get your business going from here. Perhaps the true joy was knowing how you've affected these men forever.

You made sure their first exposure to sex was mind-blowing, with practically nothing that you would refuse to do. These freshly deflowered virgins will undoubtedly have their expectations altered; maybe forever. You humorously envision one of them betrothed, and the incredibly rude awakening that young woman would be exposed to, learning she's forever bound to a filthy pervert, never knowing where it came from. The image of their wedding night involving a furious attempt at anal caused you to laugh out loud, knowing that at that moment, this imaginary woman would never be able to keep her man faithful.

The humor over, you finish your bath and exit into the city as you prefer; clean, armed, sexy, and wealthy. You slowly saunter your way through the city streets, looking over both the available resources ,and the competition. The location seems ideal, with a large merchant population, as well healthy and vibrant wildlife outside for resources. Your curious analysis is interupted, as you hear a high pitched, grainy voice.

"Well well well, looks like I have competition" You spin around to see a white-haired gnome, smiling as he hopped up a series of boxes. Even from the top, you don't quite meet eye to eye with him. You squint, unsure as to what he's talking about. He has a large smile "I thought I had the whitest hair in town. Guess I've been roundly defeated" he chuckles to himself.

"Well, I'd say you're still the victor, you had to earn yours" You don't remember what it meant exactly, but you knew hair color was important to Gnomes somehow. It wasn't just a matter of getting old like other species.

"Oh, you're too kind." As he brushes his hand through his scraggly beard "Don't get too many Drow in these parts. What can I do you for? If I don't have it, I promise I know a guy who does."

"I'm most in need of information, actually. I'm looking to set up shop here."

"I knew it!" He clapped his hands and pointed "You had the smell of an entrepreneur on you"

"Well, I had the smell of tradesmen on me earlier. I guess I should have cleaned up better" The joke went over his head, more focussed on his own conversation.

"You're clearly in a good place, but there's some challenges to clear through. The Merchant Guild runs about every square inch of this city. If you want to do business, you have to do business with them first."

"That doesn't seem hard, I'm willing to pay quite well."

"No, see, that's not it. They don't let anyone buy their shops. Everyone rents, and before you can do that, you have to get their permission, and prove to them you have a product worthy of being sold here."

Your hands push on your hips in anger "You must be kidding me! This isn't a merchant guild, this is racketeering! a conspiracy!"

"That's how the game is played here, love. I wish I had better news than that. Many would say it serves a purpose.By needing approval, mediocre crafters and tradesmen are pushedout, thusincreasing the reputation and valueof everyone who is here."

"And the guild profits from all of our hard work without ever doing anything themselves." You retort, furiously "Whatsmore, I'm an alchemist. I need a place to make my goods, in order to have something to show the Guild for them to allow me to have a place to make my goods."

"A conundrum, to be sure, but one with an exit. I'm sure I can move a few things around in my own shop to let you work, so long as you promise not to make anything that blows up"

"That's a gracious gift, and an easy promise to keep. Thank you"