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 sharing, and she had few chances to do it.
"I was a young girl waiting tables at an inn, a couple towns down the western road. Bit more of a shithole than this place, truth be told. At least here there is some trade and you can occasionally meet people on their way to more interesting lands. Anyway, on a slow night, there was only one guy left and he said he'd pay me a few extra coppers if I sucked his dick. I asked for double what he offered just to discourage him, but he agreed immediately."
Sylmi seemed interested, so she went on.
"I hadn't even sucked a dick before, but the guy started telling his friends. Within a few nights, I had a side job as the inn's cocksucker, and I was making more from that than as a waitress. Guys would even tip more even if they didn't want any extra services. Anyway, after a little while the innkeeper's wife found out, and she had me kicked out. I tried to find a job at the only other place in town, some sad excuse for a bar, but the owner wanted me to be a part-time whore and give him most of what I made.
So I moved out. My reputation had already reached the next shithole town, so I skipped that and came here. I didn't plan to get a job at the brothel, honestly, but when I found this place it looked more like a better workplace than the taverns, and more profitable. Plus, Mistress Globb seemed really enthusiastic to have me."
Sylmi smiled. "Not a very original backstory, but still, I'm glad you told me."
"What about you? Surely you have a better one, I've heard half-gnome half-elves are very rare. Plus, I've heard the other girls say you went to some kind of prostitute school, but that must've been bollocks, right?"
"You can say 'gelf.' And not exactly," Sylmi said. She was like a very short elf-maiden with a very rich bosom - if anyone could be accepted at whore-school it would be her.
"I was living with my father in an elven city - I am not allowed to speak its name to strangers, sorry, I know it's stupid. At some point...well, some of his friends sort of run into me in some forest glade, you know, very elvish setting. I am not sure how it ended up happening, but it turned into an orgy."
"With your dad's friends? Ew, Sylmi!"
"Hey, they might have been a fuckzillion years old in reality, but they looked as hot as, well, hot young elves. It's a strange society in that regard. One where your first sexual experience might easily be a gangbang. With your every hole occupied at the same time," she added with a mischievous grin.
"Wow," was all Rodry had to say to that.
"In one regard of course that place was the same as anywhere else. Everybody learned about it soon enough. And elves may not be uptight about sex, but they are big on tradition. So they announced to me that it is clear - fuck knows why - that I am meant to become a priestess at Ilossa's temple. That's some local love goddess."