Note: English is not my first language so I hope there aren't many stylistic or grammatical errors.
Meeting his "aunt" went great.
It was already a week since Anri first arrived in The House of the Scarlet Rose, but it only felt like yesterday since their first encounter. Jarill lead him to her mother's office, then quickly excused herself and retreated, leaving them alone. Margarete or Mistress Margarita, as the rest of people called her, was a tall and shapely woman, with black curly hair that was quite obviously dyed, probably because of greying. She radiated a serious and commanding aura, her demeanor confident and unrelenting, her expression blank. If it wasn't for the expensive dark purple dress and a lit cigar between her fingers, he could see was an obvious resemblance to his stepmother.
She quickly put the cigar down and stood up from her chair. Her face shifted to a curious and inquisitive look.
To break the silence Anri said: "Good evening Mrs., or rather morning I guess..."
"So you're my sisters stepson? Anri was it?" she asked, judging him with her eyes. They looked exactly like Jarill's.
"Yes, Mrs. Margarete. Rosaria Lintner was my stepmother. Rosaria Danurel, after she and my father married. I was told to look for her sister when our village got raided weeks ago."
"Yes, Jarill explained to me your situation. Don't get offended, but she surely gave you something to prove this claim, didn't she?"
"Oh, of course," Anri exclaimed, embarrassed he forgot about such a thing. He produced a thick, richly engraved golden ring from his internal pocket, a family heirloom as he was told. "Here."
Margarete took it and seemed to recognize it immediately. She however, ignored the rich décor and looked straight inside the loop, reading initials written on the underside of the engravings. "Mother of gods, it really is you!" she shouted and hugged him in sort of an awkward hug, trying not to smother him with her massive, exposed rack. "You have to excuse me, I had to make sure. Oh. So she didn't make it?"
"I don't know. They told me to run and don't look back, while they went to gather others. Our house was on the outskirts, the opposite side of which the attackers came. I was one of the first to escape."
"Oh, you poor thing! I must admit Rosaria mentioned in one of her scarce letters that she had a son now, and I knew her husband was a widower but other than that... let's just say our relationship was a little bit on the edge. Are you hurt? Did anything happen to you on the way? You look starved. And those clothes sure have seen better days."
"Oh, it's nothing. The journey was as smooth as possible, given the distance. I managed to find a caravan headed to the city. And your daughter helped me a lot too. She even bought me food while we figured out she knew where I was heading."
"I see. Well you're now here and that's what matters. Don't worry, you'll get anything you need. We have some spare rooms in the living quarters, you can even choose the floor. I don't think we'll be able to find enough clothing your size, but we can sure buy some. Actually, tell you what!" She started looking through drawers and mountains of papers. She essentially ended up giving him a weekly allowance of twenty five golds, which was more than he ever imagined he would be making. She told him all about the life in the city, directed him to best shoe and dressmakers and told him to spend it wherever and however he wanted, but that he will never get more then that per week so it might be wise to save some. He didn't have a problem with that.
"You should be able to buy everything you need for now. Our cooks are great but feel free to raid every tavern in the city if you feel like it. Jarill will surely be able to help with that. Or just spend it here if you like. That stunt with drinks on the house she pulled will have to go though."
Anri felt his cheeks starting to burn.
"Oh, and you'll need this so the guards won't accidentally throw you out. You won't need that ribbon anymore." She handed him a small, inconspicuous ring with a little rose engraved on top of it. "Anything you need, I'm here! Or tell Jarill! She will show you to your quarters. You must be tired, but I'd wash up first thing if I were you. Oh, and Boy!"
He turned to her, halfway out the office.
"Don't let my daughter get you into too much trouble."
And with that sendoff, he was out.
Sure enough Jarill was waiting right behind the corner of the doors, probably eavesdropping on their conversation. She chose a room for him which was just coincidentally the closest one to hers. It was truly luxurious, better than his entire old house. It had its own brass tub, a closet, lot of rugs and carpets, and a giant bed that was definitely meant to fit more than one person. He was able to buy everything that was missing, including new shoes, which he was the most happy about as his old ones were falling apart. The city, as it turned out, wasn't so bad after all, if you knew where not to go. But Anri found it hard to think about finding a job in here as all he ever knew was country life.
Their relationship also moved forward a lot during that time. He kept feeling unease about being surrounded by prostitutes but she made it clear numerous times that they're not anything exclusive and it's okay if he spend his money here, just like she did for him the first day they met. And he still had some gold left at the end of the week.
He was sitting in the hub where customers and workers spent time when not currently fucking, or when looking for a partner and Jarill was nowhere to be found the whole day. There were many girls from many races present and he had started numerous conversations by now but unfortunately he found that most of them charged around fifteen to twenty golds. And he only had ten left. Damn...
He got up from the sofa he was sitting in and went to refill his drink. There was a spot on one side of the hall with multiple varying holes in the wall and pairs of differently sized boobs stuck through them. The women behind were from many different races, like dryad, nymph, holstaur, undyne (who produced fresh water... huh), dragonkin, elf, pixie (who he assumed was standing on a stool) or even human. The variety of different liquids produced was insane!
He walked to a pair of amber colored breasts he now knew belong to an elfine and squeezed some fresh nectar into his glass. You only had to pay once for the cup and you could refill it as much as you liked for a day, which he gladly did. She made no sound as he went about his business, but he felt her twitch a little at his touch. Anri still found the action really weird but also strangely arousing, somehow. Which frustrated him a lot as it seemed he couldn't get any relief anytime soon.
He walked back to his spot on one of the sofas, only to find its armchair occupied by a fairy. He guessed her to be around thirteen centimeters tall, which put her somewhere between the two fairies he had encountered before. She had purplish hair, almost down to her shoulders and noticeably pale skin. He sat down and greeted her.
"Hi there," she responded in a high pitched voice that, by means unbeknownst to him, seemed to create an echo.
"Care for a company?"
"I was going to ask you the same. You've been sitting here alone for quite a while. Is everything alright sweetheart?"
"Yeah just... enjoying a drink."
She leaned over to his cup and smelled. "Mmm... nectar. I prefer dryad sap myself but I sure understand."
