Well, not the innkeep. I just work here, you see.

I’m Venthir, an elf of the ripe age of 25 who is in the midst of my pilgrimage away from home. It’s been a few years now and I feel I’ve decent grasp of things, well past my bad habit of getting tossed around by foot traffic. At just 5’5” it makes sense, though.

But I digress. I work at the Matron’s Rump, a tavern frequented by a colorful cast of characters given it exists what equates to the red-light district of the human city of Aldington. Of course, humans aren’t all that’s here. Dwarves, halflings, Orcs, even well behaved goblins and other elves such as myself frequent these streets, even stranger things, particularly in this district and in these halls. Some come just for a drink, others for a night away, some for a night cap after slipping out of the brothel just across the street.

You wouldn’t guess that they’d just come from there given the way some of them make eyes at me. Oh yes, plenty of patrons see me as being on the menu. Some are sweet, polite to being disgustingly saccharine, others handsy, laughing at the handful of elf-ass they paw through my trousers.

The worst part is for some of them I relent. Pilgrimages are all about self-discovery, right? Well, I’ve discovered this kind of attention tends to make my heart flutter and pucker twitch, and each night it’s just a question of how well I can fend off my lusts.

At least they’ll tip well if I can’t…

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So, an elf with a supply of raunchy patrons. What ever shall come of this? I think we both know.

For a few more details on Venthir, or Ven, or Vennie, they (he/she/they are all fine!) are pale-skinned with dark hair and deep green eyes, a pert, plush rear the patrons ogle, and a either a 4” member with acorn-sized balls, a trimmed ‘innie’ pussy tucked between supple thighs. Not exactly opposed to sleeping around, but it depends on their mood.

Where ‘NB’ is concerned, I’m happy to play M, F, MtF, FtM, or whatever else suits you!

As for you… you can be whoever you like! Patron, employee, brothel-goer, city guardsman, or a series of people looking to lay claim to this elf! I’m happy to play this a bit on the romantic side but still rather casual, or raunchy, ruthless, and risking changing poor Vennie’s life forever. My kinks are various but I’d love to hear your ideas first and work out what fits. Heavy preference goes to those that come with a character in mind. Vennie isn’t picky and neither am I!

Some more about me can be found on my profile, but I’m just as happy to share one-on-one.

Finally, Please No Reddit Chat. It’s broken more often than not and isn’t at all good for the kind of long-term, lengthy posts I look for.

Hope to hear from you tavern-goers!