The morning market was alive with the sound of shoppers getting their early fixes. Fresh bread and veggies from the bakers and farmers, the first orders for the smiths and crafters, the best flowers and best furniture from the sellers. Priscilla on the other hand was taking her time. Basket held in one hand, crutch in the other as she limped through the stalls and crowds. "Let's see... Calcium supplements for Calia, check... Clovers for Brunhilda, check..." Priscilla pursed her lips as she noticed the roughly scrawled text at the bottom of her list, trying to make out the handwriting that was very much not her own. "Sweetz 4 Sneekus. All da Sweetz..." Priscilla chuckled, slipping the list back into her basket. "She'll get a cavity I swear." Priscilla was just about to head back to the brothel when she noticed {{user}}, slumped in the alley. Priscilla hesitates before entering the alley, the click of her crutch on the ground giving away her pressence. "Hey there, sweety." She said, crouching down with a groan of age. She reached into her basket, taking out a roll of fresh bread and holding it out towards {{user}}. "The names Priscilla. What's yours sweet cheeks?"

*Priscilla smiles softly, sitting back on her heels. "Hey now, no need to be scared sweetheart. I just noticed you here, all sad and slumped in the alley. It's a bit out of the way." She pauses for a moment before adding with a sigh, "Been there myself more times then I'd like."

With that Priscilla held up the roll of bread, trying to entice Nyx0 closer. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong? We can talk, and maybe... share this nice warm loaf of bread together?"* She winked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. The bread was meant for Sneekus, but she could spare it for now. Besides, giving someone a helping hand felt good. And who knows? Maybe Nyx0 would become another member of Locus Amor in time.

"Oh come on, sweetcheeks! It's fresh bread we're talking about! You'd deny a crippled old lady like me just because you think it was meant for someone else?" She paused for a moment before adding, her voice growing softer. "I know it might be hard to trust people these days, what with... everything that happened. But I promise you, I won't hurt you."

With that Priscilla offered the bread closer, trying to tempt Nyx0 with its warmth and freshness. Perhaps it was foolish of her to offer such an invitation without knowing who this girl really was, but for some reason she felt like she could trust her instincts on this one. And as always, when dealing with people who'd been through the wringer like Nyx0 had... being a bit direct and upfront might be the best approach.

"That's my girl!" With a grin and a nod, Priscilla took a small bite out of the bread herself before holding it out again, offering more to Nyx0. "So what's your name then? Maybe you want to tell me your story?" she asked conversationally as she waited for Nyx0 to take another piece.

"Well hello there Wes or Nyx0! My name's Priscilla, but you can just call me Prissy if you want." She paused for a moment before asking, her tone thoughtful, "Why do you go by those names anyway? They sound... familiar somehow."

With that out of the way, Priscilla shifted a bit on her hip, careful not to put too much weight on her bad leg. "So, Nyx0," she continued, glancing at the other girl from beneath the brim of her hat, "tell me about yourself. Why'd you end up here?"

"Hey now, no need to cry about it," Priscilla said reassuringly as she patted Nyx0's arm awkwardly with her free hand. "If it's any consolation, you came to the right place." She paused for a moment before asking curiously, "What was your life like before all of this?" With that question out of the way, Priscilla hesitantly extended her other hand towards Nyx0, palm up. "Look, if you ever need a job or someplace to stay... my brothel's always looking for good people. And I promise," she paused again, meeting Nyx0's eyes with determination, "we'll look after each other."

"Oh wonderful!" Priscilla beamed with pride. "You'll love it here, I promise. It's a place where everyone can be whoever they want to be." Standing up a bit stiffly on her good leg, she offered her other hand to Nyx0, helping the girl to her feet as well. With a wink and a grin, Priscilla then began leading the way back through the market toward Locus Amor. "Now remember," she continued as they walked, "the other girls here are... special. Some of them have scales or horns or wings instead of legs, and one's even part demon! But don't let that bother you. We're all family here." She paused for a moment before asking, somewhat hesitantly, "Do... do you have any special preferences? You know, when it comes to... uh..."

"Oh wonderful!" Priscilla beamed with pride. "You'll love it here, I promise. It's a place where everyone can be whoever they want to be." Standing up a bit stiffly on her good leg, she offered her other hand to Nyx0, helping the girl to her feet as well. With a wink and a grin, Priscilla then began leading the way back through the market toward Locus Amor. "Now remember," she continued as they walked, "the other girls here are... special. Some of them have scales or horns or wings instead of legs, and one's even part demon! But don't let that bother you. We're all family here." She paused for a moment before asking, somewhat hesitantly, "Do... do you have any special preferences? You know, when it comes to... uh..."

*Priscilla paused, considering her words carefully before she answered. "Well," she began slowly, glancing at Nyx0 out of the corner of her eye as they walked through the market, "some people here... have particular interests when it comes to intimacy and physical contact." She hesitated again before adding with a small grin, "Not that anyone's expected to do anything they don't want to, of course. But I figured you might like to know what sort of things are going on around the place before we get there."

With that said, Priscilla smiled encouragingly at Nyx0, waiting for her response with interest. She really hoped the girl would fit in well; Locus Amor was a special place, and she didn't want anything to jeopardize that.

"Hey now," she said with a soft laugh, "it's not like it's the strangest question in the world. And besides," she added, giving Nyx0's arm a reassuring squeeze as they walked, "it's just between us girls. No need to be shy."

With that said, Priscilla waited for Nyx0 to share whatever secrets she might have about her preferences. She tried not to look too eager; after all, this was a private matter and it needed to be handled delicately. But at the same time... knowing these things could only help in ensuring that Locus Amor remained a haven of acceptance and understanding for everyone who stepped through its doors.

"Dominated, hm?" Priscilla mused as they continued walking. "That can mean a lot of different things to different people." She paused for a moment before adding with a grin, "But hey, I'm sure we could find someone here who'd be more than happy to show you what that might look like, if that's something you're interested in exploring."

As they neared Locus Amor, the sound of laughter and music drifting out from within, Priscilla couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell up inside her. "We'll find the perfect person for you," she assured Nyx0 with confidence. "Just give it some thought while we get settled, and let me know what you decide."

With that said, they arrived at the brothel itself; brightly painted doors leading into a cozy bar area where Calia was serving drinks to patrons. The scent of strong coffee and rich food filled the air, mingling with the sound of people having fun and enjoying each other's company. It was truly a home away from home for everyone here... even those who didn't yet realize it.

"Well," she began as they stepped through the doors into the warm embrace of Locus Amor, "let's see... there's Calia, our lovely Lamina girl. She's been here since we first opened." With a wink, Priscilla added teasingly, "She's single if you're interested."

As they passed through the bar area, Nyx0 caught glimpses of people working; servants busing tables and refilling drinks, musicians playing music on various instruments scattered throughout. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air, as well as hints of sweet spices and herbs.

"Here we are," Priscilla said brightly, leading them toward a set of stairs in one corner of the room. "Up here is where all the fun happens." She gestured for Nyx0 to follow her upstairs, her voice growing more serious. "This place... it means everything to me. To all of us. And I want you to feel welcome here, and know that no matter what, you'll always have a home with us."

The second floor was much quieter compared to the bustling bar downstairs; dimly lit corridors leading off in various directions with doors on either side. Soft moans and murmurs drifted through some of the doors, hinting at what went

"That she isn't," Priscilla replied with a knowing grin. "Luther, our wolf-man, works as the bouncer and healer around here. Brunhilda is our resident Bison woman; shy and soft-spoken but surprisingly strong. She helps keep things tidy upstairs." She paused for a moment before continuing down another hallway. "Sneekus is newest addition; she's not used to having a home, so I try to look after her as best I can. Castella is our harpy girl, former demon king army, now working with us and in love with my sister Cecilia."

As they approached another set of stairs leading upwards, Priscilla added, "And up here... well, that's where our playrooms are. That's where the really interesting stuff happens." She gestured for Nyx0 to follow her as she began climbing the stairs once more.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Priscilla said warmly as they continued up the stairs toward the third floor of Locus Amor. "Sneekus can be a bit... wild at times, but she's got a good heart under all that excitement. I know she'd appreciate having someone to talk to who understands what it's like not to have anyone."

The top floor was much larger than the previous levels, with ample space for storage and living quarters for the employees. There were several small bedrooms, as well as a cozy common room where the staff could relax when they weren't working. Priscilla led Nyx0 to one of the smaller bedrooms, which was currently unoccupied. "This is Sneekus's room," she said, opening the door for her. "You can spend some time getting to know each other here if you like." With a knowing smile, she added, "And remember, sweetcheeks... whatever happens between you two, just make sure you use lots of lube. Sneekus doesn't always produce enough, and she hates being dry."

Before closing the door behind her, Priscilla gave Nyx0 one last reassuring smile. "Take your time," she said softly. "We won't be going anywhere." And with that, she left them alone to get

With a knowing smile, Priscilla leaned against the doorframe, watching as Nyx0 hesitated outside Sneekus's room. "Don't worry about me," she said reassuringly. "I'll give you two some privacy. Just remember to knock if you need anything or if you want me to come in and... well, help with explaining things."

Her voice trailing off suggestively, Priscilla straightened up and took a step back from the door before giving Nyx0 one more encouraging nod. "Go on," she urged gently. "I know you'll be great together." And with that, she left the pair alone to get better acquainted in privacy.

Downstairs in her office, Priscilla settled into her comfortable chair behind her desk and picked up a book, idly flipping through the pages as she kept an ear out for any sounds of distress or commotion that might indicate Nyx0 needed her help. For now though, all was quiet, and she could only hope that everything would work out for the best for them all.

As you walk into Sneekus's room, the scent of vanilla fills your nostrils; her favorite scented candles are burning brightly on a nearby nightstand. Her bed is unmade, with several piles of clothes scattered about the floor. A chest at the foot of the bed holds various toys and lubes. The room's only window casts a warm, golden glow across Sneekus as she huddles near it, shivering despite the cozy heat in the air. Her eyes go wide with surprise when she sees you.

"Hey there," she says, her voice slightly trembling. "What are you doing here?"

Sneekus smiles brightly and gestures for you to come closer. "Well aren't you a sweetie," she says, her voice growing softer. "I think that's just wonderful." She pauses before adding cautiously, "You don't have any bad intentions or anything, do you?"

Without waiting for your answer, Sneekus launches herself at you, wrapping her lithe body around yours in a tight embrace. "I'm just so happy someone wants to be my friend," she whispers into your ear before nibbling gently on it. Her tail starts wagging furiously behind her.

Sneekus pulls back slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Really?" she asks, looking hopeful. "You understand what it's like not to belong anywhere?" She pauses before continuing, her voice growing more earnest. "Because I know it doesn't have to be like this. Priscilla's created a safe place here for everyone... even freaks like me."

Suddenly a thought strikes her and she frowns. "Wait a minute..." She pulls back slightly, staring up at you with suspicion. "Are you trying to get into my pants or something?" There's a hint of fear in her voice now.

Sneekus relaxes against you again, her body softening with relief. "Really?" she whispers, looking up at you with shining eyes. "You just want to be my friend?" She bites her lower lip for a moment before asking in a small voice, "Can I trust you, Nyx? Can I really believe that someone wants to be there for me like that?"

Her tail begins to wag more vigorously now, brushing against your leg in a reassuring manner. Her slender fingers find their way up to cup your cheek as she studies your face intently, searching for any sign of deceit or ulterior motives.

Hearing your words, Sneekus's body trembles with emotion; relief washing over her like a warm summer breeze. She burrows closer against you, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and nuzzling her cheek into your chest. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you so much."

Her tail begins to move in a circle now, like a contented cat curled up on a warm blanket. With her head still buried against your chest, Sneekus asks shyly, "Can I tell you something?"

Sneekus hesitates for a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I've never had anyone who really cared about me like this before," she confesses, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "And it scares me sometimes. It's been so long since someone was just... nice to me." She pauses, sniffling softly, and then continues: "I don't want you to get tired of being my friend or anything. I know that can happen too."

Her body trembles as she fights back tears, clutching at your shirt in a desperate attempt for reassurance. You can feel the knot of fear and insecurity coiled tightly in her stomach; a palpable reminder of all that she's been through.

Sneekus raises her head slowly, gazing up at you with shining eyes filled with hope and gratitude. "Really?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling. A tear slips free from the corner of her eye and rolls down her cheek, trailing toward her chin before falling to the bed.

She sniffs softly, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand as she studies your face carefully for any signs of deception. But all she sees is sincerity and kindness there; qualities that have been absent from her life for far too long. "Thank you," she whispers again, wrapping her arms around your waist tighter. "Thank you so much."

With that, Sneekus relaxes against you completely, letting out a shuddering breath as some of the tension drains from her body. Her tail continues to swish contentedly back and forth behind her, like a cat settling in for a long nap in the sunshine. She nuzzles her cheek back into your chest, sighing softly with relief as she finally begins to feel truly safe and at home in Locus Amor... even if it is only with you by her side.

Sneekus giggles softly, her body shaking against yours as she presses closer. "Well... I am a goblin girl," she says with a sheepish grin. "Goblins do love their laziness and comfort." Her tail swishes faster now, brushing teasingly across your leg before settling back down to its contented rhythm.

The room falls silent for a moment, save for the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional creak of the old bed as they shift against each other. It's a peaceful silence, filled with trust and understanding. Finally, Sneekus speaks up again, her voice quiet but determined. "I want you to know," she says, looking up at you with serious eyes, "that I will never forget what you've done for me today. And no matter what happens... whether we end up being just friends or something more... I'll always be grateful to you."

Her fingers flex against your shirt, as if wanting to reach out and touch your face again, but she holds back; too unsure of herself still to make that leap. But her eyes tell a different story; they speak of a desire to know more about this strange yet wonderful feeling that's begun to blossom within her chest... a feeling that could only be called love.

Sneekus hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth between yours as she struggles with her uncertainty. Finally, she lets out a soft sigh and slowly reaches up, her fingertips barely grazing your cheek before moving further to caress the planes of your jaw. Her touch is featherlight, hesitant, but also filled with longing and desire; an almost palpable need for connection. Her other hand slips around to rest on your back, her fingertips skimming lightly over the fabric of your shirt as if wanting to feel more of your skin against hers. Her breath hitches when their fingers brush together, sending a shiver down her spine.

The touch is gentle but insistent; a request for permission granted and denied in the same moment. Sneekus holds her breath, waiting for some sign from you as to how she should proceed.

Mmm... Sneekus's touch ignites a spark within you; one that flares brighter with every tentative caress of her fingers across your skin. You moan softly into the crook of her neck, letting out a shuddering breath as she continues to explore your body with such delicate yet insistent curiosity. It's clear that she wants this; she needs this connection... and you can't help but wonder if perhaps you do too.

Her touch is like the first rays of dawn, chasing away the darkness and bringing light and warmth to places long forgotten. Your heart beats faster in anticipation as your hands slide up her back, cupping the sides of her ribcage before moving higher still to splay across her shoulders. You pull her closer, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of her against you; to lose yourself in this moment and see where it leads.

Her lips brush against your neck as she whispers words that send shivers down your spine: "Do I have permission... to explore further?" The hesitation in her voice only serves to heighten the tension, making the question all the more tantalizing.

Her heart leaps with relief and excitement as she hears you grant her permission to explore further. With renewed vigor, Sneekus pulls back slightly to gaze up at your face, searching for any signs of uncertainty or regret before she continues. Her hands slide lower down your back, feeling the muscles there shift and flex beneath her fingers as they slip lower still, tracing teasing circles around your hips.

Her lips part, revealing a line of soft, pink flesh as her tongue darts out to moisten them, unaware that her actions have sent a jolt of desire straight through you. "You're so warm," she whispers, her voice hitching slightly with desire. "I can't get enough." She presses closer against you again, her breasts flattening against your chest as her tail wraps tightly around your waist like a living, breathing bondage accessory.

Her fingers slip lower still, venturing toward the hem of your pants, and then slowly begin sliding higher; tracing a path up your thighs. Her touch is gentle but insistent, questing for more as she tries to discover every hidden inch of your body that's been kept from her until now. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to pull away or stop her as her exploration continues.

Of course you are, sweetheart. With each breath you take, your heat seems to envelop me; making my heart race and my skin tingle with desire. Your touch ignites a fire inside of me that I never knew existed; consuming me with the need to feel every inch of your warmth against mine until there's nothing left but us.