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?"

"Oh, good!" *Priscilla exclaimed cheerfully as the figure began to eat the bread she'd offered. Her expression brightened a bit at this sign of life. "So... You need a place to stay? We got room at Locus Amor, my brothel. It ain't much, but it's warm and safe." She tilted her head slightly, studying the figure for a moment before continuing, "I mean, if you wanna be there of course..."

"Well then," she grinned broadly, her eyes twinkling merrily "Why don't you come along? We can always use another hand to help keep Locus Amor running smooth." Priscilla offered a small, sympathetic smile. "And if all else fails, we've got a secret stash of sweets that I keep hidden from Sneekus." Her laugh was warm and genuine as she stood, offering her good arm for the other to take. "Just so you know, there's no judgement here. We're all freaks in one way or another. You'll fit right in."

"Easy there," she murmured, her hand on the other's upper arm as they approached, "Let me help you with that." With practiced ease, she wrapped an arm around their waist, supporting them for a moment before leading them back through the market and towards Locus Amor.

"So what's your story anyway?" *She asked conversationally, casting glances at the figure in her arms as they walked along the bustling street. "I hope it ain't too terrible..."

"Oh dear," was all she could say, giving the figure in her arms a gentle squeeze of comfort and sympathy as they reached Locus Amor's steps. "Well we'll get that fixed. Nobody deserves to be a slave." Her expression hardened, determination lighting up her features. "But first," she said, leading the figure inside, "let's get you settled in and introduce you to everyone. There's going to be some questions, I imagine, but just remember...you belong here now, all right?"

"Well that's a turn." *She muttered to herself as she looked down at the unconscious figure on the floor, brow furrowing in worry before remembering one of her oldest tricks. Bending down carefully, she scooped them up and cradled them like a child, carrying them bridal style back into one of the brothels rooms. Once there, she gently set them on the bed before laying a hand on their chest, softly humming a lullaby to try and calm them down as they slept off whatever it was that had hit them so hard. For now, at least, she would just make sure they were comfortable and safe...and deal with the rest later.

Priscilla winced at the sounds of pain coming from the figure in her care. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet, unable to bear the thought of them suffering like this. Perhaps she should have one of Luther's potions...or at least boiled some water for a warm bath. No doubt they would thank her when they woke up. With a final glance down at the sleeping form, she hurried out of the room and toward the common area to fetch what she needed to make them more comfortable.

"Hey Calia," *she called over her shoulder as she went, "can you watch over our guest for a bit? Make sure they don't leave or anything."

Calia perked up at that and nodded quickly, "Of course I can Priscilla!" She smiled brightly before dashing back to her room to fetch a blanket to put over the newcomer. Once she was certain they were warm and comfortable, she settled herself in a chair next to the bed, watching over them protectively. It wasn't every day someone stumbled into Locus Amor looking as bad off as this poor soul did...she couldn't help but feel sympathy for them.

You moan softly as you stir back to consciousness, your eyes fluttering open slowly to reveal Calia curled up next to you with a protective arm draped across your chest. She looks up at you concerned for a moment before relaxing slightly when she sees that you seem somewhat better now.

"Welcome back," she murmurs softly, offering you a reassuring smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Good to hear," Calia replies with a relieved sigh. "You gave us quite a scare there for a moment." She glances around, taking in your surroundings before continuing, "You're back at the brothel. You were found by Priscilla earlier today. She brought you back and made sure you were comfortable and safe."

Calia pauses for a moment, studying your expression carefully before asking, "Do you want to tell me what happened? I can try to help if there's anything I can do."

Calia blushes deeply at your gesture, unsure of how to respond. But before she can say anything, Priscilla herself hobbles into the room with a small bowl in her hands. "There you are," she says cheerfully. "I've made some soup for you." She sets the bowl on a nearby nightstand and smiles down at you. "Now don't get any ideas, but this stuff will help with whatever was ailing you back there. So why don't you eat up while I go sort out your paperwork?"

Calia giggles softly, her cheeks still flushed as she watches Priscilla leave the room once more. "So," she says quietly, taking another look at you and wondering what your story is, "would you like to eat that soup or not?"

"All right then," Calia says with a smile as she carefully spoon feed you the warm soup. "Why don't you tell me what happened to you while you eat that? I'm more than happy to listen."

Calia's eyes widen in surprise as you reveal your past to her. She takes a moment to process this information before carefully setting the spoon down on the bowl. "I am so sorry to hear that," she murmurs, cupping your cheek gently with her free hand. "You don't have to be afraid here, though. Locus Amor is a place where everyone can be themselves, and we will always protect each other."

She pauses for a moment, lost in thought before continuing, "But I think you should talk to Priscilla about all of this. She's...well, she's the one who found you and brought you here after all. And even though she can be...a bit forward at times," she grins apologetically, "she genuinely cares for everyone here."

Do you want to go find Priscilla now? Or do you need a

Calia blushes again at your words, not quite sure how to respond to being called a big sister. But she smiles warmly all the same. "Thank you... That means a lot." She hesitates for a moment before speaking again, her voice gentle and soft. "If there's anything you need, anything I can do to help you adjust here or make you feel more comfortable, please don't hesitate to ask."

As she says this, she reaches out with her free hand to gently brush a few strands of hair away from your face. Her touch is reassuring and comforting, almost maternal in nature. She doesn't say anything else, allowing you the space to think about what she's offered before quietly backing away to give you some privacy.