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The night's breeze chilled the skin of most who walked the streets of the merchant town. However, there were few people to be seen outside, due to the scare of monsters and thieves, except for those few who left the Stampede Tavern, which was occupied by the town's few local perverted monsters, as well as the mercenaries, cutthroats, and lowlifes who made a living profiting from other's dilemmas.
The tavern was owned by a no non-sense centaur, who was the main reason for the tavern's safety. She kept peace whenever the female monsters got too aggressive, or when male men would fight each other, driven by the booze flowing through their systems. But asides from being a place for one to drown her sorrows, it also served as a place for travelers, mercenaries, and those who had no jobs to seek work in order to make ends meet. Often selling their bodies to the monsters, since, shamefully, it was more profitable.
Cindi was among those men and women who dressed themselves with weapons and merchant cloth, although she remained one of the few who would not do 'anything' for money, strictly remaining as a sword for hire, and nothing else. And because of this, she refuses various 'offers' from human men and monster women alike, except on one occasion when jobs were few, and enough rum flowed through her, she 'serviced' a seemingly handsome man, who happened to offer a fair price just for her to put her lips around his cock.
This night, however, was different. Perhaps it was the cold air, or the ominous cloudy sky decorated around the full moon that brought forth a dark chill beyond that of the air. The patrons sat in their wooden seats, most staring at their drinks as if hypnotized, and others passing quiet chatter with each other. From the most Cindi could gather, it was mostly nonsense, or comments on the eerie night.
Sitting at the bar, where the centaur was serving drinks to those who were pushing coin, Cindi was also made a victim of the strange night's effect on everyone. Her mind slowly became lost to the effects of the alcoholic drink in her hand, sending her into a daydream-like state, her own fatigue, combined with the booze starting to tempt her to lay her head down on the bar, and fall asleep.
A loud, clear voice suddenly snapped her consciousness back to full attention, more so when she realized the voice was directed at her. Raising her head, she was greeted by the bartender, who was scrubbing a wooden mug, "Hey, good news; That man over there, in the black robe," she gestures at a table in the corner, where a lone man sat, looking at Cindi, wearing a completely black robe, covering his face in a shroud of darkness, "he says he's got a job offering for you. Also says he's not wantin' sex, so it's right up your alley." she told Cindi, before returning to her job.
Across the room, the man sat, looking at Cindi, seemingly with anticipation as he waited for an unspoken regard to his request; if she would get up from her seat, and approach him, or ignore his request...
The tavern was owned by a no non-sense centaur, who was the main reason for the tavern's safety. She kept peace whenever the female monsters got too aggressive, or when male men would fight each other, driven by the booze flowing through their systems. But asides from being a place for one to drown her sorrows, it also served as a place for travelers, mercenaries, and those who had no jobs to seek work in order to make ends meet. Often selling their bodies to the monsters, since, shamefully, it was more profitable.
Cindi was among those men and women who dressed themselves with weapons and merchant cloth, although she remained one of the few who would not do 'anything' for money, strictly remaining as a sword for hire, and nothing else. And because of this, she refuses various 'offers' from human men and monster women alike, except on one occasion when jobs were few, and enough rum flowed through her, she 'serviced' a seemingly handsome man, who happened to offer a fair price just for her to put her lips around his cock.
This night, however, was different. Perhaps it was the cold air, or the ominous cloudy sky decorated around the full moon that brought forth a dark chill beyond that of the air. The patrons sat in their wooden seats, most staring at their drinks as if hypnotized, and others passing quiet chatter with each other. From the most Cindi could gather, it was mostly nonsense, or comments on the eerie night.
Sitting at the bar, where the centaur was serving drinks to those who were pushing coin, Cindi was also made a victim of the strange night's effect on everyone. Her mind slowly became lost to the effects of the alcoholic drink in her hand, sending her into a daydream-like state, her own fatigue, combined with the booze starting to tempt her to lay her head down on the bar, and fall asleep.
A loud, clear voice suddenly snapped her consciousness back to full attention, more so when she realized the voice was directed at her. Raising her head, she was greeted by the bartender, who was scrubbing a wooden mug, "Hey, good news; That man over there, in the black robe," she gestures at a table in the corner, where a lone man sat, looking at Cindi, wearing a completely black robe, covering his face in a shroud of darkness, "he says he's got a job offering for you. Also says he's not wantin' sex, so it's right up your alley." she told Cindi, before returning to her job.
Across the room, the man sat, looking at Cindi, seemingly with anticipation as he waited for an unspoken regard to his request; if she would get up from her seat, and approach him, or ignore his request...