She wasn't the most popular girl at the brothel, but she brought steady work. Even here at the borderlands, she was seen as exotic - not because her kind was that rarely seen in these parts, but because half-orcs very rarely worked as prostitutes. So there was always demand. Some were turned on by the slightly greenish shade of her skin; some by her strength; some were women who were under the impression that procuring he...

Rodry took out Sylmi's letter and set it next to her own blank paper. It had felt weird going into that little shop to buy writing supplies, but no one had spared her a second look. She was used to trying to attract attention and it had never been particularly difficult. Getting to feel unassuming now and then was somehow comforting. She knew it pretty much by heart but started reading to plot out her reply. *** Dear Rodr...

"I'm sorry, did you say you need an 'adventuring companion?'" she asked incredulously. "Mistress Globb, does this guy know he's in a whorehouse?" Her halfling boss shrugged. "My team and I are embarking on a short-term quest in the mountains," the fellow explained. "We've got good intel of hidden treasure. But you know, adventuring is stressful business. It can cause friction, tension. So we've decided that hiring a wh......

Sylmi was laying naked next to her, on her side, with her head resting on her right hand. That girl could really pose. Rodry had suggested she could find work as a model for painters, but she had laughed her off. Now she was looking at her inquisitively. "I don't think I've ever asked you how you ended up here," she finally said. "It's not much of a story, really," Rodry started but felt compelled to go on. It was nice sh...