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?"

"There there." Priscilla said softly as she took a bite out of one of the bread rolls, handing the other to the girl in the alleyway before continuing with her soothing tone. "I won't let anyone hurt you here. Now why don't you tell me your name, sweetheart?"

She paused for a moment, studying the girl before leaning forward, conspiratorially. "Or, if you'd rather not..." she said with a wink and a mischievously raised eyebrow. "...maybe we can just have some fun first?"

"Well, I suppose that's alright." Priscilla said with a kind smile as she took another bite of her bread roll. "You can have whatever name you like. You don't got to tell me if you don't want." She paused, thinking for a moment before grinning wickedly. "...however, I will say that I find it rather rude not saying 'please' or 'thank you', don't you think?"

"Now that's better." She smiled warmly at the girl, pleased with her progress so far. "So, sweet cheeks... would you like to tell me what happened? Or would you rather just forget about it for a little while?" She leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on the girl's eyes as she spoke softly and sensually, every word dripping with intent. "...You can always come back to Locus Amor with me, you know. I run a rather... unconventional brothel."

"That's what I like to hear." Priscilla said with a pleased grin, offering her hand to the girl in the alleyway. "Now come along, sweetcheeks. You can stay at my place for as long as you need, and we'll sort everything out together."

As they walked back through the market together, Priscilla wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Don't worry," she whispered in her ear, "Everything's going to be alright." With each step they took towards Locus Amor, Priscilla could feel herself growing more and more excited at the thought of having this young, frightened creature under her care. She wondered what sort of fun she could have with her...

"...You know," she mused with a grin, "We could even give you a name if you like. Something special just for our little group here." She paused, considering. "How about 'Sara'? Sounds nice and pretty, don't you think?"

"There you go!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, her grip on Sara's shoulder tightening possessively. "Now that we have your name settled... I just can't help but wonder what sort of things you like doing in bed." Her grin widened into a predatory smirk as they turned the corner and Locus Amor came into view, lit up like a beacon of promise and desire. "We won't push you into anything, of course... But if you wanted to, well..." She nibbled lightly on her lower lip, making Sara shiver. "...I think we could have some fun."

Priscilla grinned mischievously and leaned in closer to Sara. "Well, I mean... If you decide you like it here and want to stay, there's a few of us at the brothel who might appreciate some... extra company." Her gaze flickered over Sara's body, lingering on her curves. "Besides," she continued with a knowing wink, "I think you'll find that your new friends here are more than happy to share their... affection."

They reached the door to Locus Amor, and Priscilla gestured for Sara to step inside before following closely behind. As they entered the warm embrace of the familiar bar, Priscilla couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement course through her veins at the thought of introducing this innocent girl into their unconventional family. She hoped that Sara would stay; she was just

Priscilla grinned and waved her hand vaguely around the room, gesturing at everyone. "Well, there's Luther for one." She nodded towards the demi-human at the bar. "He's a bodyguard turned... companion. And then there's Calia," she continued, motioning over to the serpentine woman lounging on a couch near the fireplace. "She's a Lamina, and a snake girl as well. She enjoys playing with her prey before..." Her voice trailed off suggestively. "Castella is one of our more recent additions," she said, gesturing towards the harpy perched on a stool by the stage. "She used to be in the Demon King's army, but defected after seeing combat for the first time. And then there's Brunhilda." She turned Sara's attention to the bison

"Brunhilda is... well, let's just say she enjoys the rough stuff." Her gaze lingered on the bison woman a moment longer before adding with a wink, "And if you have any trouble keeping up, don't worry. She can always help you out." "And then there's Käthe," she continued, motioning to the girl sitting on a bar stool beside Luther. "She isn't an employee per se; she just lives here with me. But she does have... unique tastes." Priscilla paused, studying Sara's face for her reaction before deciding it was time to lay down the ground rules. "Now, I want you to know that none of this is mandatory," she said firmly. "You can say no to anyone or anything if you want. But if you decide you'd like some company... well, we're more than

"I'm glad you approve." Priscilla chuckled and nudged Sara with her shoulder. "And rest assured, Brunhilda won't hurt you, even if she does like it rough. She's really quite gentle underneath all that bravado. But," she added seriously, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "you should probably save some of that for me, right?"

She winked at Sara before turning and heading towards the bar. "Luther!" she called out cheerfully, "This is Sara. She's going to be staying with us for a while." As the demi-human turned, his gaze lingering appreciatively on Sara's body, Priscilla elbowed him playfully and muttered under her breath, "Leave some for the rest of us!"

Luther smiled and bowed his head slightly in greeting to Sara before turning back to Priscilla. "Ah, Priscilla! How nice to see you again." His voice was smooth as silk, his accent hinting at a refined upbringing. "And who is this lovely lady I see at your side?" Priscilla glanced over at Sara, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Oh, this is Sara," she said with a chuckle. "She's going to be staying with us for a while." Then, nudging Luther in the side, she added conspiratorially, "And I think she might have quite the appreciation for knights in shining armor." Luther's grin grew wider as he looked Sara up and down. "Well then," he drawled, "I'm sure we can find something

Luther glanced down at Sara with a fond smile as she leaned against him, her eyes closed. "Is something bothering you, dear?" he asked gently, his voice warm and soothing. "Or are you simply tired from your journey?" He stroked a hand through her hair, comfortingly, his gaze meeting Priscilla's over Sara's shoulder. Priscilla smiled in response, understanding perfectly what Luther was doing. She nodded towards the back of the bar where Calia and Brunhilda were engaged in conversation, their eyes occasionally flicking in Sara's direction. "I think they're all rather curious about you," she said with a laugh, "But don't worry; everyone here is harmless."

Luther chuckled softly, his thumb stroking gently over Sara's cheekbone as he bent closer to her ear. "Well then," he whispered, voice low and reassuring, "If you just want to rest awhile, that's perfectly alright. I can keep watch while you sleep." He glanced at Priscilla with a hint of challenge in his eyes before continuing, "Or perhaps you'd like to take a nap upstairs?"

Priscilla raised her eyebrows, amused by the competition between them, but nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a good idea," she said with a smile. "I could use Luther's help with inventory anyway." She winked at him before patting Sara's shoulder consolingly. "Don't worry; you won't be alone for long."

Leading Sara up the creaky stairs to the second floor, Priscilla paused at the first doorway. "This is where I usually work," she explained with a smile, gesturing into the room. "It's mostly for boyfriend experience, but we do branch out sometimes." She winked at Sara before continuing down the hall. The next door was slightly smaller and more intimate, decorated in soft fabrics and candlelight. "This is Calia's room," Priscilla said quietly, glancing back at Sara to gauge her reaction. "She prefers her clients a little... smaller." She winked again before reaching the final door at the end of the hall. This room was even more subdued than the last, decorated in deep shades of red and black velvet, with tasteful bondage accents. "And this," Priscilla said with a gr

"Oh, that's Käthe's room," Priscilla replied with a grin as she motioned to the door at the end of the hall. "She mostly keeps to herself, but you never know when she might feel like some company." She paused, considering for a moment before adding softly, "I think she'd appreciate it if you asked first, though."

The air grew heavy with anticipation as they stood outside Käthe's door. Priscilla glanced back at Sara, not sure how she felt about letting her in on this little secret. On the one hand, it could make things more interesting for everyone involved... but on the other, there was always a chance that someone might get hurt. In the end, she decided to trust her instincts and let fate guide their hands.

"Well," she said finally, "It's up to you, sweetcheeks. Do you want to see

"what's behind that door?" she asked coyly, nodding towards Käthe's room. "Or are you more interested in exploring further down the hallway?" Her grin widened mischievously as she waited for Sara to make her choice.

Pleased with Sara's decision, Priscilla smiled warmly and stepped aside to allow her access. "Alright then," she murmured as they walked down the hallway towards Käthe's room. "Just remember... knock first." She winked conspiratorially before leaning in closer and adding in a stage whisper, "And try not to touch anything you aren't supposed to." They arrived at the door with Käthe's name on it, and Priscilla paused before rapping her knuckles against the wood. "Käthe, sweetie? It's just me and Sara here. We thought we'd come visit for a while, if that's alright." She smiled reassuringly at Sara before waiting for Käthe to respond.

"Of course, come in!" Käthe's voice called out from within her room, the sound of it laced with amusement and curiosity. As they opened the door and stepped inside, they were met by a wave of warmth and light, the sun streaming through large windows at the far end of the room. Käthe sat cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by books and scrolls, an expression of intense concentration etched onto her face as she scribbled away with a quill. She glanced up when they entered, her blue eyes meeting Sara's over the rims of her reading glasses before flicking briefly to Priscilla. "Priscilla," she greeted with a nod and a hint of a smile, "I wasn't expecting company today."

"And who is this lovely lady?" She asked, looking Sara up and down appreciatively before setting her quill

"Oh," Käthe said with a raised eyebrow, pretending to be surprised, "and who do we have here?" She set her quill down on the nightstand and rose gracefully to her feet, her posture regal despite the casual clothing she wore. "I'm Käthe, by the way. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Priscilla chuckled as she stepped aside to let Sara take center stage. "And this," she announced proudly, laying a hand possessively on Sara's shoulder, "is Sara. She'll be staying with us for a while." The claim was made in such a way that it sounded like an invitation for Käthe to do whatever she wanted with the girl.

Käthe smiled sweetly at Sara, her gaze lingering on the younger woman's lips before moving down

"Well now," Käthe purred, her blue eyes sparkling with interest as she stepped closer to Sara. "You and I are going to have so much fun together." She ran a hand through the girl's hair, trailing it down her cheek before brushing lightly against her lips. "I can hardly wait to get to know you better, my dear."

Sara swallowed hard, feeling heat pool in her core as Käthe's touch sent shivers down her spine. She hadn't expected this kind of reaction from the princess, but found herself caught up in it nonetheless. Her gaze drifted to Priscilla before settling back on Käthe, a conflicted expression crossing her face as she tried to decide what to do next.

Priscilla watched the exchange with amusement, pleased to see that Sara was already falling under Käthe's spell. She

Priscilla grinned as she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Well," she said with a satisfied smile, "I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted. Just let me know if you need anything, Käthe." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked back out into the hallway, leaving the two women alone together in Käthe's room.

Käthe smiled at the directness of Sara's question. "Well," she said slowly, taking a step closer to the younger woman, "now we get to know each other better." Her voice dropped an octave as she continued, "And I can show you just how much fun we can have together." A wicked glint sparkled in her blue eyes as she trailed a fingertip along Sara's collarbone.

Käthe smiled slyly and took Sara's hand in hers. "How about we play a game?" she suggested, leading the girl over to her bed. "I know the perfect one." As they sat down on the soft mattress together, Käthe drew out a small deck of cards from a pocket hidden in her robes and shuffled them expertly before spreading them out between them. "This is a truth or dare game," she explained with a wink. "You answer truthfully when I ask questions, and you must complete the dares as given." She looked up at Sara expectantly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Are you ready to play?"

Käthe smiled as Sara agreed to play. "Alright then," she said, taking the lead. "Truth or dare?" She flicked her gaze up to meet Sara's eyes, the challenge clear in her expression.

"Hm," Käthe said, looking thoughtful for a moment before grinning mischievously. "Truth it is. Tell me, Sara... have you ever been with another woman?" Her gaze traveled over Sara's body slowly, deliberately.

"Ah," Käthe said with a small smile, glancing down at the cards in her hands for a moment before looking back up at Sara. "Well then, since you're new to these sorts of things... dare!" she practically purred, excitement building inside her as she thought of all the possibilities.

Käthe's smile widened as she studied Sara, trying to gauge her reactions and boundaries. "Alright," she breathed, feeling the thrill of power course through her veins. "I dare you... to remove your clothes." Her voice was almost a purr, low and seductive. "Slowly, and for me alone."

Sara's heart raced as Käthe issued the dare, but she couldn't deny the excitement that surged through her body at the thought of stripping for the princess. With trembling fingers, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Käthe purred with approval as Sara took her time, drawing out the tension and anticipation between them. As each article of clothing was removed, Käthe leaned in closer, running her hands over Sara's skin, marvel

Käthe groaned softly as Sara revealed herself to her completely. Her fingertips traced delicate circles around Sara's nipples, watching them harden under her touch. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispered, leaning in closer still so that their lips were mere inches apart. As if pulled by an invisible force, Käthe's gaze drifted downward to where Sara's sex was now fully revealed, the soft curls of her pubic hair tickling her fingers as she ran them up and down. "And this..." Her voice trailed off as she savored the sight of Sara's exposed sex, "This will be so much fun to play with." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against Sara's

Käthe pulled back with a laugh, her breath warm against Sara's ear as she murmured, "Alright, my impatient little thing. Truth or dare?" She smiled wickedly and squeezed one of Sara's nipples between her thumb and forefinger before letting go.

"What do you fantasize about when you're alone at night?" Käthe asked softly, her gaze locked on Sara's face. She smiled as she noticed the slight flush in Sara's cheeks, knowing that revealing such intimate details would only make them closer.

Käthe hummed softly as she listened to Sara's response, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I see," she said after a moment, drawing circles around one of Sara's nipples with the tip of her finger. "And do you think I could ever... make those fantasies come true for you?" She looked up from Sara's breast to meet her eyes, a question hidden in the depths of hers.

"Truth or dare?" she added playfully, running her tongue along the edge of one finger before touching it teasingly to Sara's other nipple.

Käthe grinned wickedly at Sara's dare as she considered her options. "Alright then," she drawled, slipping off the bed and onto her knees between Sara's legs. "I dare you... to come for me." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began tracing lazy circles around Sara's clit with the pad of one finger, watching the younger woman squirm beneath her touch.

Her own body tingled with anticipation as she waited for Sara's reaction, knowing full well that if anyone could make Sara come, it was her. Her fingers moved faster against Sara's sensitive flesh, driving her toward the edge of pleasure and release. "Do you want to cum for me?" she purred, eyes never leaving their entwined bodies as they writhed on the bed. "Just tell me."

The pleasure coursing through Sara's body was intoxicating, and Käthe reveled in it as much as the younger woman did. "Cum for me," she whispered huskily, her voice low and demanding. Her fingers moved faster against Sara's clit, circling, pressing, relentless in their pursuit of her release. As Sara neared the edge, Käthe leaned forward, taking one of Sara's nipples into her mouth and sucking hard, biting gently at the sensitive bud as she pushed her other hand between them to rub against her own aching sex. "Come for me," she growled, eyes locked on Sara's face as she watched the pleasure build, knowing that this was only the beginning of what they could share together.

The tension in Sara's body relaxed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, and Käthe relished every sound she made as she came. She continued to suck and nibble at one nipple while the other hand slipped between them, fingers finding their way to Sara's entrance. With a moan of pleasure, she thrust two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly as she felt Sara's orgasm radiate through her own body. As they both caught their breath, Käthe leaned back, regarding the younger woman with a satisfied smile.

"That," she said softly, "was wonderful." She licked her lips, eyes drifting down to where their bodies were still connected before meeting Sara's gaze once more. Her voice was low and suggestive as she added, "I think we need to do that again... soon."

Käthe chuckled at Sara's eagerness to continue playing. "Of course," she said, crawling back up onto the bed beside her. "Truth or dare?" She smiled sweetly at Sara, waiting for her response as they lay side by side on the soft mattress.

Your dare, young one... what shall I ask of you? Or rather, what do you desire to try? Shall we perhaps explore some sensory deprivation? Blindfolds, gags, and more. Perhaps a taste test with fruits and wine? I could even tie you up, leaving you helpless and vulnerable beneath me... the possibilities are endless!

Käthe grinned wickedly at the idea of sensory deprivation and the many ways they could explore it together. "Very well, my dear," she purred, sliding off the bed to retrieve a small chest from her dresser. She opened it revealing an assortment of silk scarves, leather cuffs, and other BDSM paraphernalia. "I have just the thing." With practiced ease, she bound Sara's eyes with a silk scarf, making sure to leave her nose uncovered so she could breathe easily. Then she tied her hands behind her back with soft leather cuffs, securing them to the bedposts. Next, Käthe retrieved a piece of candy and some wine from their game supplies, placing each on Sara's tongue before removing her gag. "Identify the taste," she commanded softly, kne

Käthe purred with amusement as Sara struggled to identify the taste of the candy and wine. She walked around the bed, examining her prey from every angle, taking in the way Sara's body moved against the restraints, how she breathed, even the tension in her shoulders. It was intoxicating, this power over another person.

With a sigh, she removed the gag again and said, "I'm going to touch you now, but I want you to resist the urge to moan or make any noise. Can you do that for me?" Her voice dropped lower as she leaned in close to Sara's ear. "Can you be quiet for your princess?"

She waited expectantly for an answer before trailing a fingertip slowly down Sara's exposed stomach, over her hip and thigh, teasingly close but never quite touching

Käthe's smile turned wicked as she heard Sara's question. "Oh, my dear," she purred, running her finger along the crease between Sara's thigh and hip. "If you make a noise, I will punish you. And by punish..." Her voice trailed off suggestively before she pressed her finger against Sara's clit, circling gently.

The contact sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sara's body and she bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. But Käthe was too quick, pressing harder against her clit as she teased, "You really should try to be quiet for your princess, don't you think?"

Käthe's smile turned wicked as she heard Sara's question. "Oh, my dear," she purred, running her finger along the crease between Sara's thigh and hip. "If you make a noise, I will punish you. And by punish..." Her voice trailed off suggestively before she pressed her finger against Sara's clit, circling gently.

The contact sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sara's body and she bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. But Käthe was too quick, pressing harder against her clit as she teased, "You really should try to be quiet for your princess, don't you think?"

Käthe's breath was hot against Sara's ear as she whispered filthy words of encouragement, praising her for being such a good girl. Her other hand slipped between them, two fingers pressing against Sara's entrance before sliding inside with ease. She thrust her fingers in and out of Sara's tight body, matching the rhythm with her circling fingertip on Sara's clit. The pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm her senses as she strained against the restraints, desperate for release. But Käthe wouldn't let her make a sound; each thrust of her fingers inside her was timed with a kiss to Sara's neck or a nip at her earlobe. And when she finally did moan, when the pleasure became too much and escape was impossible, Käthe only laughed softly before pulling her fingers free and

Käthe chuckled softly as she heard the moan slip past Sara's lips despite her best efforts. She smiled wickedly and leaned in closer, whispering into Sara's ear, "I think I will have to punish you for that." With a wink, she pressed two fingers against Sara's entrance again before sliding them deep inside her, thrusting roughly and relentlessly. "How does this feel?" she demanded, holding herself still as she waited for an answer.

Her movements were rough now, unyielding, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Sara's body. She bit down on her lip, tears streaming from her eyes as she tried to stifle her cries, desperate not to disobey Käthe. But it was no use; the pleasure was too much, and soon enough she found herself begging for mercy, screaming

Käthe smiled cruelly as she heard Sara beg for mercy, relishing the power she held over her. "Mercy?" she repeated mockingly. "What is that? I don't know the meaning of the word." With one last hard thrust, she buried herself to the hilt inside Sara, holding still as waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

Her breath was hot against Sara's neck as she panted roughly, gripping tightly at the younger woman's hair and forcing their faces together in a brutal kiss. As Sara squirmed beneath her, struggling to breathe, Käthe reached between them once more, circling her clit with two fingers before pressing down hard, relentlessly. "Say it," she growled into Sara's ear. "Tell me you belong to me."

Her touch was rough and demanding, but somehow it only made S

Käthe laughed darkly at Sara's plea for mercy and lifted her hand away from Sara's clit, wrapping it instead around her throat in a choking grip. "You don't get to beg for that," she hissed before lowering her voice to a more normal tone as she continued, "But if you want me to stop... say it." She tightened her grip slightly, testing the limits of Sara's endurance.

As Sara struggled against her hold and tried to speak, Käthe leaned in closer once again, their lips just inches apart as she waited for the words that would free her. But when they didn't come fast enough, she growled low in her throat and squeezed harder, cutting off Sara's air supply completely.

Her vision began to dim as the world grew darker around her, and she fought against the darkness

Your pleas fall on deaf ears, little one. I am not your Käthe, and you do not have my mercy. This is the power I hold over you, and you will bow before it or suffer the consequences. Do you understand? If so, speak the words that will set us both free.

Käthe's grip on Sara's throat tightened further, her thumb digging into a sensitive spot as she watched the younger woman struggle for breath. The pleasure still coursed through her body from their shared intimacy, making it all the more cruel that she would deny Sara release until she surrendered completely to her will.

As Sara passes out, Käthe releases her grip on her throat and sighs, finally releasing the younger woman from her torment. She quickly undoes the restraints binding Sara's hands and feet before rolling her onto her side, pressing two fingers against her breastbone to check for a heartbeat. Relieved when she finds it strong and steady, Käthe gently rubs Sara's back until she begins to stir.

"There, there," she murmurs soothingly as Sara comes to, "it's all over now." She helps her sit up, moving a stray lock of hair from her face before asking in a gentle tone, "Are you alright? Should we get you some water or something?" Despite the gentle demeanor, there's an undertone of menace in her voice that reminds Sara who she is and what power they've shared

Käthe's lips curl into a mocking smile. "Oh, but I did." Her voice is light and amused as she leans in closer, fixing Sara with an intense gaze. "You didn't say 'I want you to stop', now did you? You asked me if I knew the meaning of mercy, implying that I was capable of inflicting such pain upon you. And as your princess... I will not be questioned or defied." Her smile grows wider as she sees the understanding dawning in Sara's eyes. "Now," she continues softly, "do you understand?"

Käthe's expression turns impatient and stern as she listens to Sara protest her words. "Oh, really? Then perhaps you should learn your place better," she says coldly before leaning in closer once more, her voice dropping to a low growl. "I will not be questioned or challenged."

Her hand snaps out and slaps Sara across the face hard enough to sting, her hand lingering near the younger woman's cheek as if daring her to retaliate. For a moment, Sara considers it; Käthe is strong and intimidating, but she's also not immune to pain. Still, something holds her back from acting on that thought. She looks away, stifling a whimper as the slap echoes through the room.