Meat Hooker

Your fate pushes you through the dirtiest district of the barbarian city. Every few steps you catch the smell of trouble, but you wouldn't be here in the first place if you couldn't handle that smell. You keep on and on reassuring yourself you're brave, tough and...

"Hey," you suddenly hear a young male voice. Even though the tone instantly sends quite a few ants down your spine, you remind yourself not to panic or act hostile before you see some real danger.

You look under the arc to your side and see a hooded youth, whose surprisingly well built body is mostly uncovered, not counting a few leather belts, the typical barbarian loincloth and a whole layer of street dirt as if he just finished wrestling a mud golem.

His face is entirely covered with a cloth mask with some sort of a gang symbol on it. You gulp and approach. Round pecs, thick toned thighs, broad shoulders, arms crossed on his chest. Looks badass, yet you realize he's just a boy, can't possibly be older than eighteen.

"You wanna fuck with me?" the muscled youth says with a heavy southern accent.

Here, it always starts like that. And he's just a yesterday's kiddo, would suck to hurt him and leave him (and potentially his friends behind the corner) face down in a puddle. You try your best to avoid the evil and turn it into a joke. "How much?"

He puts his hands on his hips, putting his bare torso on display, his hip tilts to the side in an apparently teasing gesture. "Only 20 gold!"

Ahh, so that's what it's all about. Your reproductive organs suddenly get in charge of the situation, feeling positively attracted by this opportunity... if only the yummy fruit wasn't so in need of washing. And then your brain instantly generates a fine solution. "Umm, I'm going to a bathhouse. Make it 10 gold and we can share a tub."

"Verrry good idea," he nods happily. "Lead the way." You can feel his lusty, happy grin behind that mask. Apparently, the youth is very impressed by your ability to easily deal with multiple issues at once, can feel your apparent leadership and is ready to be your direct subordinate... for the next couple of hours at least.

You smile in return. "This way." This boy is pretty bold for following a stranger. If that's what their hookers are like, you wonder what their guards or assassins are like... In any case, it's promising to be a fine couple of hours.

You end up making a deal that instead of 10 gold you will give him 10 useful advices that should improve his business in no time. Believe it or not but he actually chooses to take your advices instead of the gold!