Days with dungeon crawling was usually accompanied by nights of drinking. I was looking forward to enjoying all the new faces that had taken up temporary residence in the manor, but it seems someone has different plans. I find Arin and Nimor on each side of me. “Come, come” Nimor is talking with an arm around my neck. Arin also has an arm around my back but he keeps as quiet as ever.

“But aren’t we going to drink with the new arrivals?”

“Ah, save that for another day. Today, we are doing something special!” Nimor encourages me.

Arin grunts and nods eagerly. I surrender fairly quickly. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I am guess it is set up by Yorgar, so it probably isn’t a bad thing anyway. The guide me through the town, constantly keeping their arms around me as if to prevent me from escaping. It is kind of a weird gesture, as if they anticipate I will try to run. I don’t think they could hold me if seriously tried to escape them though. If I didn’t think that, I would be far more worried.

We come up on what is our destination, a long building with no windows facing the street its entrance faces, but as we approach, a weird smell permeates the air. It is a very sweet smell. When the door is opened and we go in, it is like penetrating a barrier of both warmth and the sweet smell.

There is someone to greet us. It is a weirdly dressed women. She has a weird corset like top, the only goes from her midriff to middle of her breasts, barely covering the nipple, showing a little of the areola even. Similarly, the lower set of the outfit also leaves little to the imagination, being a very short skirt, that barely even covers the buttocks.

Nimor asks for three people from the lady. I look around and see a few girls in similar outfits, disappearing behind curtains, where laughter can be heard. What is this place? We are ourselves led behind a curtain and seated at a table there. I was about to sit down next to Nimor, but he directs me space out, such that we each have empty seats between us.

“What will the gentleman have?” The scantily clad girl asks.

Nimor finds three 12-asti coins and presents them with the line “Some of your finer wares”, to which the girl flashes a big smile and says “Of course, sir”.

That was a lot of money. Far more than one can expect to pay for mere drink or food. Don’t tell me this is some kind of drug den?

As the girl leaves, I ask Nimor “What is this place?”

He replies with a smirk “Paradise of the wifeless”. Arin backs his statement up with exaggerated nodding. I think I may have gotten roped into something seedy.

Soon three additional women show up, each holding a glass and a bottle of drink. They line up and giggle enticingly.

“Do you have one you like?” Nimor asks me. I look over the women. They are all attractive, in each their own way. There is a busty, tall blonde, a busty, average-height brunette, and a slender average-height girl with blue hair. Bluette?

I find myself overcome by a sense of shame and I look down on the floor as if to remedy the situation a little.

Nimor just laughs and I hear “You, go comfort him. It is his first time, so go easy on him.” Which is just met with an “of course, sir.”

Soon a hand find myself on my thigh and a sweet, soft voice by my ear sounds. “Just relax and get comfortable, let me pour you a drink.”

And slowly, the shame fades, compliments take down my shyness and encouragement from Nimor emboldens me until…

“Ahahaha” I am laughing at Nimor’s story. “And then, Arin walks up and gives his bum such a huge smack he flew at least 3 feet into the air!” The mood is merry.

“Have another drink, sir.” Such welcome words comes from the blue-haired girl under my arm, my hand resting over her breast.

“As expected, Arin is really strong” The tall blonde, sitting height taller than Arin himself, compliments him. He flares his nostrils as he gives her waist a squeeze and smiles wider than I have ever seen before.

“Oh, you haven’t even seen the beast that is Yos! Guy could probably clear the dungeon by himself all the way to the 20th floor!”

“My, how impressive! I love a strong man!” The blue-haired girl besides me exclaims and lays her small, fine hand on my chest and caresses it. I give her breast a little squeeze in return. This is the best!

“Oh, but gentlemen, it appears we are all out of drink” The girl besides Nimor says with an exaggeratedly sorrowful voice.

“No worries, no worries, we are in the hero’s part, money is not an object” Nimor says, as he puts down three more 12-asti coins on the table. The night is still young!