Adventures Of A Half-Orc Whore, III

She wasn’t the most popular girl at the brothel, but she brought steady work. Even here at the borderlands, she was seen as exotic – not because her kind was that rarely seen in these parts, but because half-orcs very rarely worked as prostitutes. So there was always demand. Some were turned on by the slightly greenish shade of her skin; some by her strength; some were women who were under the impression that procuring her services didn’t really make them gay.But her most devoted client was not one of them. He had been coming to Mistress Globb’s establishment three to four times a month since the start of spring, and only for her. He always tipped the standard amount, not a copper more, and barely said a word. The first time he came he seemed nervous, so she tried to chat, but he wasn’t interested. He just turned her around on her belly, did his job impassionately, finished on her back, turned around and left. His pattern bursa sınırsız escort didn’t change the following times. It was fairly obvious: the guy hated orcs, and fucking her was his naive way of getting back at them. Kind of pathetic maybe, but better than picking a fight with them. For everyone involved.So when Sylmi pointed him out in the inn and told her “hey, there’s your guy,” she wasn’t happy. She had just wanted to have her drink in peace, but sure enough, a few minutes later, he reluctantly approached their table. He was probably just drunk enough to think this was a good idea. Just her luck.”I’m not working right now,” she told him coldly.He took out a few silvers – more than a few: almost as much as she made in a month. “How about now?”She was about to tell him that if he had that kind of money he should leave bigger tips, but Sylmi elbowed her.”Don’t bursa escort bayan be stupid, Rodry; go, and when you are done, you are gonna buy me dinner,” her friend and sometimes lover whispered to her. “From that expensive dwarven place.””Fine,” she growled.”I have a room,” he said and started going up the stairs.She could read him like a book. A travelling peddler, probably. He came to town for the season, made a decent profit, and soon he would leave. So he decided to spend a little extra one last time, on his one vice. As for why he had this vice, she had a few ideas. Held up by bandits who took his fortune? No; traders couldn’t afford to hold such grudges. Family members killed at a raid? More likely; he had a ring on, which might have meant he was married. She couldn’t bring herself to pity him though. Life was hard for everyone in these parts. Probably harder nilüfer escort than it was for him; he was handsome and had money. He only thought he knew misery.She followed him into the room. He threw his coat on a chair and emboldened by alcohol, for the first time vocally expressed his disdain:”So, which raider clan did your mother run into?” he asked. “I’m surprised they let her live.”She had learned to control her violent urges, but she came very close to punching him. “I’m Orc from my mother’s side, actually. You can thank his Majesty’s northern campaigns and his honourable army for my existence and my services. Fucktard.”Somehow, that shook him. This simple reversal of his misconceptions broke him and the reality he had constructed.”I…I’m sorry,” he said, almost in tears. He fell back on the chair. “For insulting you and…you know. I have no excuse. You can go. Keep the money.”Perhaps she could feel a little sorry for him after all. People who could change their minds about people they hated could not be that bad. Orc or human.She cupped his chin and turned his face to hers. “Listen. You are paying well, so how about you get the house special for once? You haven’t been getting your money’s worth so far, not with that attitude.”