Rhona Staelish paced back and forth in her office as she waited. The Sheriff of Longacre loved her town, but she had fought away a lot of corrupting influences to help these people, especially her niece, Cimri. The Archbaron was not a particularly good person, but he'd burn down any threats to the area he controlled. Collateral she'd have to manage to protect the citizens from. She was a distinguished woman, long dark hair, high cheekbones and a strong jaw.
Rhona knew something was wrong lately. Iomedae's followers were raising their heads again, and that was never a recipe for a peaceful town.
* * *
Reda awoke on her section of lounge again with a squeak. She still wasn't used to this luxury. She noticed Durdyn standing before her with a laden tray of food.
Reda was still caught offguard every time the Drow silently appeared. Evolutionary fear she was working on overcoming.
He offered the tray and she took it, nodding in thanks as Kay climbed down the ladder.
"I'm glad you're comfy. Gotta find your own mark today. Estia has training, and I have to train her," Kay informed Reda as she tucked in to breakfast.
"100 gold is a lot, isn't it?" Reda asked, mentally assessing her rates.
"You can do it. We'll discuss your training when I get back." Kay took her tray from Durdyn and started eating.
"Do I get vestments like yours?"
"No one got vestments like mine, sweets. We can look into getting you some that suit your figure." She glanced back to Reda and added, "you have different features. My vestments are designed to show off my boobs while also lifting them. Fuckers are heavy, but marks love them." Reda loved them too but didn't have a chance to express it much. "Stand up honey."
Reda crawled out of her corner, still wearing the tunic and khaki trousers from the day before. She removed the garments and got down to her bare skin, with Kay standing up and doing examining the Half-Elf in her nude glory.
"Your tattoo is red," Kay remarked but as she looked over Reda, her delicate fingers framing where potential hems of fabric could go, she didn't mention it again.
"Reda, you don't have the breasts for a vestment like mine. Your slender frame could work something else though. We'll go see the tailor later," Kay uttered her assessment, cupping Reda's cheeks with her hands, ensuring Reda was looking in her face. "You are made for this and I wish I had your waistline."
With a positive comment to end on, Kay went back to her breakfast and Reda found the clothes she had just removed were now missing. She looked around again and found Durdyn holding out a clean and folded set of clothes. She donned this set, finding it to be a yellow version of her previous day's outfit.
"Thank you, Durdyn."
The Drow nodded and quietly stepped away.
* * *
Reda wandered through the marketplace before realising she had no idea how to approach a mark. Many of the guys she saw walking around were not well dressed, the rest were wearing wedding rings.
"What am I supposed to look for?" Reda asked no one in particular. She threw herself down on a bench in frustration and angrily looked at the people congregating around the square.
"Citizens of Longacre! This town has fallen into disrepute!" a booming voice declared over the square. A woman wearing blue and white vestments was standing on the balcony of a local church. She preceded to give a sermon on the benefits of the Glorious Reclamation and the will of Iomedae.
* * *
"Put your energy into it. Focus, Estia," Kay encouraged. Estia was kneeling on the paneled floor of her den, her back bare and pale skin radiating in the dim light.
She held the ivory symbol in her hand and tried to channel energy through it. Her ability to Lay on Hands was one thing, but channeling was an advanced skill. Paladins and Anti-Paladins both were capable of learning this skill, the extension of Divine Magic.
A harsh crack echoed through the room as Kay's whip cut into Estia's back.
"Come on, Estia."
She focused again, and after another six seconds, Kay whipped her again.
This continued for hours.
* * *
Reda sat through the entire sermon, and when the Iomedaeans left, the crowd was very dense. A lot of people were gathered and they were touched by whatever message the woman, Allamar, was delivering.
Reda was getting better at reading people, since fleeing her home country. Necessary survival skill.
She saw one very quiet dude in the crowd and nodded to herself. The Half-Elf adopted a confident strut as she approached her mark.
"Hi there," Reda said in an upbeat tone.
"Hi," he responded. He was thin, nervous and slightly dishelved.
"You look like you could use some company," she offered him a hand and he took it. "Sister Reda."
"Toby. Just Toby," he introduced himself and the Lady of Tail Sting lead him to an alley, free from prying eyes.
"Toby, I'm a Callistrian sister. We take patronage in exchange for service," Reda explained.
"How much?" Toby asked nervously.
"I need to make 100 gold a day. But I'll only charge you 30. Deal?"
"Deal." Toby fumbled for a coin pouch and the gold exchanged hands.
"Thanks," the Half-Elf murmured in a seductive tone as she turned and lowered her trousers slowly over her arse and down to her knees, leaning forward to present her cave of wonders to her first customer to pay with coin.
Having never been in this spot before, Toby sported an erection prominent enough to impede his own trouser removal, but he still managed to free his burgeoning manhood. His fingers trailed up her thigh, finding the entrance he'd been longing to find since early puberty.
Reda felt his fingertips trailing around her lower lips but was surprised when his manhood slipped in. He didn't have the same tapered crown every other man she'd been with, he was smooth. He was also bigger than she'd expected, given his frame. Sivaal was around this thickness, and she remembered how incredible that experience was.
Unfortunately for Reda, Toby didn't have the same level of control.
He pounded away, forcing her walls to stretch but it didn't take long before Toby groaned and his manhood pulsed hard and quick inside her.
She whimpered as he withdrew but still turned around with a smile.
"I, uh... Thank you," Toby stammered.
"Keep me in mind for future business, okay?" Reda winked as she pulled her pants back up and walked out of the alley.
Disappointing, but 30 gold is 30 gold.
* * *
Estia could feel it, she'd finally managed to channel through her symbol. Kay had staggered slightly but through her own will, minimized the effect.
"Good." Holding onto her own holy symbol, Kay channeled healing energy. The multitude of cuts on Estia's back sealed up, and the woman exhaled.
"I can't channel positive energy though," Estia lamented but Kay was still soft as she spoke.
"Your code prevents it. You literally can't."
Estia shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
"At least I can do it now."
* * *
Reda's next mark was equally disappointing. A taller man named Sergei, somehow had the same potency as Toby but a lot less to work with. He didn't say much after finishing, just deciding to pull up his pants and leave.
For her third, she decided to try her luck at the Last Stand Tavern. Fortunately for her, men were a lot more eager to approach her at the bar, but most were unwilling to pursue het when she mentioned that she expected financial compensation.
After the fifth man to approach her left upon discovering her rate, a sixth soon took his place. This man looked well dressed and familiar, but Reda couldn't place where she'd seen him.
"Are you looking for some company, my lady?" he offered and she smiled. Although it was little more than a customer service smile at this point, the man's grizzled facial hair and charming smile made her feel a little more comfortable.
* * *
Estia groaned as the manacles binding her wrists prevented her hands from moving. Kay's fingers tweaked her nipples and the redhead exhaled through her nose.
"Come now, Sister. Our Lady expects better than this," Kay taunted the fully restrained Anti-Paladin. Estia's walls clenched hard on the hollow balls inside her while Kay still paced around her.