The local madame of the House of Worldly Delight hesitated. She was fronted by the appearance of not one, but two, goblins inside her establishment. Dink’s ruse of being a dark-skinned Halfling was semi-pusible in that no one had ever seen an almost bck goblin before. Murkuk was a different story. He was without a doubt a goblin with his reddish-browhy skin tone and hairless body. The madame stared silently as her brain processed a way to escort them through the main building unnoticed by the wealthy patrons.

  “Please excuse my squire’s manners. Murkuk, take your hood off inside,” Dink instructed in dark amusement.

  The madame gred daggers at Dink as Murkuk removed his hood. The sound of ons being drawn echoed around the room. Dink was uned as he watched the madames rea. She had bee as pale as a ghost, trembling at the ued development.

  “What do you all think you’re doing? This is the House of Worldly Delight, put away your ons!” The lion man bellowed as he lurched to his feet, knog his chair over backward onto the floor.

  Meheir ons drawn with uainty, gng at their peers nervously. Dink watched it all happen as he began to heartily chuckle in amusement. Tears streamed from his eyes as he clutched his midse, catg his breath after he stopped ughing.

  “It’s been too long since I’ve had a good bar brawl. I couldn’t resist. If any of you have the balls, e at me. To make things fair, I won’t even draw my sword,” Dink antagohe hesitant patrons.

  “I would remind you all that this is the House of Worldly Delight. All patrons are wele, including… goblins,” the madame said, swallowing with distaste at the word.

  “No one brave enough? That’s truly a pity,” Dink said with a dramatic sigh.

  “Lady Estra, please restrain your panion from provoking a fight,” the madame pleaded.

  “He acts as he pleases. I uand his motives no more than you do,” Lady Estra replied in resignation.

  “Fine. I’ll be on my best behaviour. At least until one of these fine folk steps up for some good ol’ fashioned fisticuffs. We take bets on it when I get back,” Dink said with a discerting grin.

  “Hahaha, I like your spirit, goblin! We make a go of it when you return from my mistress. They’ll clear a space for our bout while yohe lion man accepted Dink’s challeh a hearty ugh.

  “It’s good to see a real man among these cockless bastards. No offense, Murkuk,” Dink replied jovially.

  “I’ll be eagerly waiting for you to get back! The name’s Axion the Headhunter,” Axion introduced himself.

  “Call me Dink, I won’t tarry too long,” Dink replied.

  Axion grunted in agreement, pig his chair off the floor. He ighe patrons as he righted the chair and sat down. The patrourheir ons to their sheaths while speakiedly. Men began to pce bets oe of the uping fist fight.

  Axion was the clear crowd favourite, t more than a head taller than the average human, while Dink barely reached their chest. Axion had a dark-coloured mah runic beads woven into braids above his brow and below his jaw. His body was covered in strange mana tattoos.

  An attuned beastfolk? They’ve made fast progress in the past turies. The beastfolk race is still young as a whole and each subspecies requires their own unique are ruo el mana. Uedly, they’ve already succeeded iing mana tattoos for some of them. This is going to be an iing fight.

  So far, no one has ied iing attu runes for the monster races, such as goblins. Food reason. It will be difficult for me to win unless I miraculously bee a grandmagus in the hour. Which is very unlikely.

  “This lease,” the madame interrupted Dink’s musing.

  The madame navigated them through the modest gambling area, around the various tables packed with patrons, to the staff door oher side. The patron’s suspi had disappeared with the annou of Dink’s fist fight, ihey watched the goblins with curiosity as they left. The madame led the group through the door into an enclosed hallway illuminated by mage lights. She walked them to a staircase leading to the sed floor.

  The madame gestured for them to remain still as she opened a door and poked her head outside. Standing in front of her was aremely attractive human courtesan wearing nothing but a translut gown dispying her exquisite body underh. She was esc an equally surprised young man drunkenly toward a private room. Di Lady Estra’s disapproval as the pair of goblins watched the surprised woman lustfully.

  “Mistress?” the fused courtesan asked.

  “Be about your business,” the madame said as she smmed the door closed in the woman’s face.

  Dink still had the image of the woman’s dark nipples tantalisingly pressing against the thin fabric burned into his mind. Lady Estra disapprovingly nudged him to move when he tio stand still as the madame led them dowaff hallway to a sed door. He chuckled as he obediently followed. After she peeked her head out and saw the path was empty, she motioned for the group to follow.

  She led them around a bend and to a solitary door in front of a staircase leading to the third floor. The madame tentatively knocked on the door, opening it as she did. She ushered the group inside and closed the door behind them with a sigh of relief. They were inside a sitting room.

  “Madame Celeste, your student, Lady Estra, has arrived,” the madame called out meekly.

  “Very well. Thank you, Sharan. You return to your duties, I’m sure that you are very busy. I appreciate your effort in personally esc my student to me,” Madame Celeste replied.

  Strangely, there was a freestanding partition in the er of the room with a gown draped over it. It was something that would usually be found inside a bedroom.

  “I must warn you, Madame Celeste. Her escort is… unventional,” Sharan replied.

  “Is that so? I must see this for myself. Please give us some privacy,” Madame Celeste said as she walked out naked from behind the partition.

  Madame Celeste only looked to be an attractive woman of middle age. She was extremely attractive despite her age. Her athletic body could stir the lust of a mahan a tenth of her age. Her dark elven skin gave her a slightly blue plexion. She had ptinum white hair with a slight pink hue pinned up artistically in aic hairstyle. Dink gulped as he drank in her naked form.

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