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The violet-haired woman uncuffed me, my wrists throbbing as she handed back my clothes—my pink dress and bra, now paired with a simple white panty, since the original was stretched beyond repair.
As she turned to leave, she paused, glancing back with a sly smile.
"If you want to earn some money here, I could hook you up with a role as a sub. Beautiful, hot subs like you are in demand."
I shook my head, my voice firm despite my exhaustion.
"I'm fine."
She shrugged, muttering, "Suit yourself," and vanished into the shadows.
Battered and drained, I collapsed where I lay, drifting into a fitful sleep.
When I woke, morning light filtered through the room.
I pulled myself together, dressing slowly with shivering arms and legs, the white panty feeling foreign against my skin.
Checking the popup, I saw a total of 150 silver coins credited—1 gold and 50 silver.
It felt pitifully meager for the ordeal I'd endured.
The realization hit me: that 1-gold package had netted me 150 silver.
Why bother returning to the tavern to pay off that wine bottle with more suffering?
I decided against it.
I needed a room.
With shaky limbs, I wandered to another tavern, the scent of food drawing me in.
"What's there to eat?" I asked.
The woman behind the counter, a curvy figure with fox-like ears, replied, "Breakfast is 10 silver coins."
I scanned for cheaper options, but 10 silver seemed the baseline.
Hungry and defeated, I paid and ate, the warm bread and broth finally sating the gnawing emptiness in my stomach.
Still craving more, I asked for extras.
"That's 10 more," she said.
I handed over another 10 silver, eating until I was full, my body relaxing for the first time in hours.
As I ate, a thought crept in—what happened last night felt good.
I'd never imagined a woman's body could respond like this, a pleasure fifty times more intense than my old quick, one-second climaxes as Dane.
The violet woman's image flashed in my mind, her commanding presence and teasing touch.
I shuddered, a mix of revulsion and arousal twisting in my gut.
After breakfast, I asked, "How much for a day's stay?"
The fox-eared woman replied, "20 silver."
Too much.
Maybe a house to rent?
"Any houses for rent?" I pressed.
She nodded.
"Back alley has some. Rent's 3 gold coins a month."
My heart sank—I had only 130 silver left, barely enough for food.
I roamed the city, the bustling streets filled with horned and tailed women, my mind racing for solutions.
By lunch, hunger drove me back to the tavern.
The woman greeted me, charging 20 silver—double of breakfast—but the aroma of roasted meat lured me in.
I paid and ate, savoring the rich flavor.
Later, as I wandered again, I bumped into a woman with small horns peeking through her short, wavy cyan hair.
She stumbled, and I jolted awake from my daze, quickly helping her up and brushing dust off her clothes.
"Thank you," she said, her voice warm and melodic.
"You're welcome," I replied, forcing a smile.
She tilted her head, her cyan locks catching the light.
"Are you from town?"
"No," I said, shifting awkwardly.
"Just… passing through."
"Really? You look a bit lost. I'm Kalia, by the way. Been here long?"
"Not really. Just a day or so. It's all new to me—everyone, the streets, everything."
Kalia chuckled, her horns glinting.
"It can be overwhelming. I grew up here, so I'm used to the chaos. Where are you from?"
"Somewhere far," I hedged, not ready to explain my bizarre journey.
"It's… different there. No horns or tails."
"Sounds dull!" she teased.
"What brought you here?"
"Long story," I muttered.
"Let's just say I didn't plan it. I'm trying to find a place to stay."
"Rough start, huh? This town's pricey. I rent a little spot myself—costs me 2 gold a month. Worth it, though, with the market nearby."
"2 gold? That's steep. I've only got 110 silver left."
Her eyes softened.
"That won't get you far. You could work, as a waitress in a tavern."
I winced, the memory of the last day flashed.
"I'd rather avoid that. Any cheaper options?"
"Not really," she admitted.
"The cheapest rentals start at 2 gold. You'd need to save up somehow."
We strolled past stalls, the air thick with spices and chatter.
"What do you do, Kalia?" I asked, eager to shift focus.
"I'm a scribe," she said proudly.
"Copying texts, delivering messages. Keeps me busy. You got skills?"
"Not much that fits here," I sighed.
"Scribing's tough but steady. Or there's crafting—jewelry's big with the horned folk. Takes time, though."
"Time I don't have," I grumbled.
"I need a roof soon."
She nodded sympathetically.
"Tell you what—if you scrape together 2 gold, I can hook you up with a decent room. My landlord owes me a favor."
"Really?" Hope flickered.
"That'd be… thanks."
We stopped at a small building, its sign faded.
"This is my stop," Kalia said.
"Think about it. Two gold, and you're set."
I nodded, watching her go.