It was a beautiful night, as Althakar, Zulli and Basrov finally arrived to the legendary city of Havenstar. The sprawling metropolis, nestled against frozen cliffs at the edge of the known world, was everything they had ever dreamt of, and more.
Illuminated by the colorful and ever-shifting northern lights, the last city of the Gods was amongst the only places where one could observe the Astral Sea in the night sky, an infinite veil of stars and planes of existence stretching into the infinite Void. Thousands upon thousands of people flocked there from across Falerath everyday, hoping to start a new life in this beautiful but dangerous beacon of civilization, where fortunes were made and undone on a daily basis.
Creatures from every corner of the Multiverse roamed the cobblestone streets, crowding the maze of alleys, avenues, plazas and boulevards that lied in between the city's immense towers, domes and spires.
The three adventurers slowly made their way through Havenstar's docks and canal district, taking in the scenery, and admiring the incredible architecture. Many buildings were thousands of years old, yet perfectly preserved by ancient arcane magic. After weeks of traveling through the wind, rain, snow and treacherous wilderness of the Ice Desert, they could hardly contain their bewilderment. Zulli was especially excited, her elvish eyes glowing with envy at the sight of exquisite exuberant outfits worn by the locals. She was gleefully basking in the the thick urban air, rich with flavors of street food, exotic spices, expensive perfumes, strong drinks, sweat and cum.
"I cannot wait to ditch this old shit-covered cloak, and treat myself to some of these slutty outfits! Can you believe what these broads are wearing? Back in Garville, they would throw you in jail for dressing up like that! I love it!"
Althakar, despite the excitement, was always the serious one. His middle age was starting to show in many ways. His inquisitive human mind was already focused on the meeting.
"Business first, Zulli! All we have left to do is get this necklace to the Baron, get paid, and we can finally relax a bit! Think about everything we went through to snatch this fucking thing..."
Zulli nodded solemnly. Between the deadly heist in Garville's Vault, and the ensuing journey across the Icy Plains, fending off monsters, bandits, and mercenaries paid by Lord Salgia, this job had been a true nightmare for all of them. All of them except for Basrov. Their muscular orcish companion seemed to always enjoy the ride, no matter how deadly of a job they took. He smiled mischievously at Zulli.
"Oy Zulli, if I buy ya' one of those slutty outfits, will ya' lemme put it in your ass?"
The gorgeous elvish woman reciprocated his facial expression, and casually produced a floating magical hand, which started delicately caressing the bulge growing through his pants. She ran her tongue along her plump lips in lust.
"Oh Basrov, honey, I haven't had sex in weeks! As soon as we get paid and find a nice room, you'd better fuck all my holes until I collapse! You too, Althakar. All work and no play is turning you into a real sour puss. I know you like cock as well, maybe we can find you a nice one in this city..."
Althakar rolled his eyes at her, but quickly blushed, and smiled coyly at the idea. As a wizard, Zulli was an absolute freak in the sack, and certainly knew how to please both him and Basrov.
The three of them made their way through the city's infamous pink light district. This part of town had been dug into the cliffs, providing natural heat, and shelter from the elements. The maze of dimly lit alleyways also provided a bit of privacy for all sorts of debauchery, and the streets echoed with laughter, moans and screams of pleasure. Scantily clad whores solicited them at every corner, freely showing off their gorgeous attributes, and forcing Althakar to constantly drag his adventuring party along, reminding them of the task at hand.
Finally, they arrived at their final destination: a luxurious five story building carved into the stone, with golden columns supporting a myriad of private balconies, many of which were being used for wild sex parties. Hanging from the vine-covered archways was a sign that read The Golden Nymph.
Guarding the door was a towering Minotaur bouncer, sporting a dapper satin vest and bowtie. He immediately clocked the trio of dirty looking adventurers, and stopped them in their tracks, extending an arm thicker than Althakar's entire torso.
"No beggers! No underage! Get lost!"
The rogue stared back at him nervously. Despite her three hundred years of existence, Zulli still looked barely older than she did in her mid twenties. Althakar and Basrov both already had a bit of grey hair creeping in.
"Baron Kantz is expecting us...and...we are perfectly of age, trust me..."
A small crystal dangling from the Minotaur's bowtie glowed slightly, and he paused for a second, as if listening to someone. He then stepped aside, and sternly said "Fifth floor, suite fifteen...no funny stuff."
Althakar sighed in relief, as they stepped into the inn which, they all realized, was one of the largest brothels in Havenstar. The sounds of music, merry making and vigorous sexual activity quickly intensified tenfold. The ground floor consisted of a vast and lavish tavern, adorned with fine tapestries, statues and paintings, all magically animated and depicting a variety of pornographic scenes. A group of bards on the center stage was expertly working the crowd, led by a sultry trans woman with tan skin, and long curly blue hair, wearing a black, skin-tight, and revealing silk dress. Clothing was definitely optional in this establishment. Nude people of all races were frolicking everywhere, fornicating freely on the tables, chairs and floor.
Zulli was already dripping wet at this heavenly sight, and Basrov's erection was now stronger than ever. The three of them slowly made their way to the large spiral staircase, and climbed all the way to the fifth floor, where they found suite 15. A curvy horned milf with shiny indigo skin, and dark hair down to her big bouncy ass, wearing nothing but a red thong, her large pierced breasts proudly on display, greeted them at the door. She smiled widely.
"The Baron is expecting you! This way please."
