It cost eight silver pieces to spend a night at the Sun and Cider.

The building was tall and handsome, squeezed in-between a bathhouse and a dress shop. It towered over the cobblestone streets with three floors, made of dark wood and hewn stones that bore the passage of time. While the Sun and Cider was certainly not the youngest building on the street block, and was currently under management of its fourth owner, business remained the same. With its reasonable prices, the rooms were kept full, and its kitchen and staff kept busy. Busiest of all, perhaps, were the women that served the inn’s customers; both on the tavern floor, and in privacy.

An additional four silver pieces for an hour could afford the weary traveler-cum-adventurer a whore’s company in their rooms.

One such whore, was Daphne.

She was on the younger side, freshly twenty, and Daphne had been a fixture at the Sun and Cider since she was sixteen. From simply waiting tables, she was now paid in room and board to keep the inn’s customers happy and satisfied with her body. The inn kept a varied assortment of whores; Daphne herself was a tiefling, horned and tailed, with rosy pink skin, and long hair that was a shade of pink darker than her flesh. Her horns were thin and delicate and curled away from her temples like branches of a tree.

Daphne was voluptuous, and wore clothes that only seemed to emphasize her body. The tight corsets she wore, with her slitted dresses, drew the eye to soft thighs and wide hips; then to the narrow pass of her waist, and finally to her ripe breasts threatening to spill out from the top of her dress. Daphne was happy to continue to dress as she did, not one to shy away from the generous coin that found their way into her pockets.

And if there was any time to fill her pockets with coin, it was tonight. The Sun and Cider was packed to the gills, with adventurers, and soldiers, and locals alike. The air was warm and lively, and the mead and ale flowed freely from the casks. There was noise enough that anything lower than a shout would go unheard.

Daphne tottered into the tavern with her hands full: four tankards of ale in one, and a tray of roast bird in the other. She had a smile ready for anyone that called for her attention, and if an inquiring soul struck her fancy, Daphne would coo with her voice low and sweet like summer honey:

“Are you looking for some company tonight?”

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Hello there, and thanks for reading this prompt!

The jist of it all would be that I will be playing our young tavern whore, in a world of fantasy that would bring all sorts of customers to her. Both humans, and non-humans-- she would be more than happy to serve. I'm aiming for this prompt to be the kind of fantasy you'd find in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. So if this interests you, be it you'd like to focus on one particular customer or a revolving cast of them, I'm an orange envelope away!

A fair warning though: I'm looking for a DETAILED writer who can write past the initial one-sentence starter. I can write 2-3 paragraphs myself and I 'm hoping for someone that can match that. On Reddit PMs only, if you please!

As far as kinks go, I would love to include: Monsters, Big Cocks, Cumplay, Raceplay, Age Gap, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Impregnation, Breeding, Lactation, Romance, Light Bondage, Spanking, and Voyeurism.

My limits are: Gore, Snuff, Piss, Scat, Blood, Humiliation and Degradation.

Thanks so much for reading up until here, and I hope to hear back from anyone interested!