The inn's main hall sang with the scents of freshly baked bread, sizzling bacon and eggs slathered in butter and herbs.
A table sits beside a large window, draped in sunlight and brimming with plates of towering waffles loaded with syrup, spiced fruits, warm, flaky tarts and a selection of jams and toasted breads.
"I think I've actually died, because this is heaven!"
Penelo's eyes beam with anticipation as she surveys the delectable delights being set out before them.
The inn's granddaughter, Arienne, moving with the grace of a dancer, cheerfully loads their table with plate after plate of on-the-house food.
"...thank you." she whispers softly into Pip's audio ports, floating by him as if on a cloud, humming a merry tune as she skips through the inn.
"Hhnnnnnhgh!" Penelo moans, rubbing her thighs together under their table. "I can't waaaaait to get a taste." she squeals as she looks longingly at Pip.
He shrugs with a playful beep.
"Me, too, Penny. Me too." he thinks to himself
"Keep it in your pants, fluff for brains." Vuvi says, barely lifting her eyes from her notebook. "If things go according to plan, he'll be booked up for the next week by the time we're done at the market today."
Penelo groans, gazing at Arienne as she serves other guests, her face aglow with a deep sense of contentment and a new lease on life.
"But I need thaaaaaat!" Penelo sighs, tilting her head as she stares longingly at the young, human woman. "She looks so… happy."
Pip slides his hand over her paw, consoling her with a solemn beep.
"I know, Pip. It's not your fault. It's just… so shiny! Like looking at a holy relic. Ugh. Why am I so weaaaaaak." she laments, slumping her face into the table.
"Hey, you're getting your ears in our food!" Vuvi scowls. "Just wait a few days. I'll figure something out, okay."
"A few days! That's torture. You're hoarding him!"
"I'm managing him." Vuvi scoffs. "Not my fault you keep fainting when you see his glow stick."
"Ooooh, Pip… why is this world so cruel to me?" she groans as she stuffs waffles into her mouth, her ears drooping slowly over her face.
Pip only hums softly in response.
"We need to be at the market by noon." Vuvi mutters as she spears a slab of bacon. "Our booth should be set up by then. I hope you're ready, Pip. Today, you're gonna get a taste of the world."
He replies with a modest nod, his neural circuits already conjuring up wild fantasies of what his day would hold.
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"Come one! Come all! Come see the Prince of Pleasure that's guaranteed to make you COME!"
Three hours after midday, Penelo stands atop a soap box, sweat curling on her brow, top hat perched between her ears and twirling a carnival ribbon as she draws in crowds with cheerful spiel and overwhelming cuteness.
Pip sits beside her, gleaming under the sun, resting comfortabling on a throne of soft, velvet pillows as he hums gently, scanning the throngs of gawking women that surround him.
Behind him, Vuvi sits beneath a sleek, velvet canopy rimmed with gold tassles. Banners fly overhead, stitched with elegant, metallic lettering.
The Prince of Pleasure: Healer of Body & Mind
"No, Lady Harenvale, I can't simply squeeze you in!" Vuvi scoffs. "The Mage's Guild has us fully booked tomorrow. I have a 30 minute opening on Moonday, though."
"I'll take it!" A young dragonkin woman yells from underneath her large, frilly hat.
Vuvi furiously scribbles down booking after booking as a line of women curled around the tent.
Elven nobles, Orcish mercenaries, lonely farm wives and a plethora of various beastfolk. Female forms of every race and creed swarm their booth.
Every movement Pip makes brings a gasp, every time he beeps, they swoon.
"No touching!" Vuvi barks as a trio of giggling goblins reach out to him.
The rest of the day is a blur of pleasuring bodies and reaping bags of gold as Pip, Vuvi and Penelo race across the city to meet their many appointments.
One after one, the women of Market Town are lifted from their years long sorrows and ushered, gracefully, into an erotic, ethereal ecstasy that many had forgotten, and most had never known. Their flesh merging with metal as the powerful touch of golden fingers guide them through every orgasm with a sensual softness and sincerity that shatters all self-conceptions and rebuilds their minds into towering constructs of self-love and inner-understanding.
And Vuvi… eagerly capturing it all in her notebook.
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Appointment #1
Time: 4pm - 5pm
Client: Lady Ravenbrook
Notes: Drow, noble, very smug.
Special Requests: None
Location: Ravenbrook Estate
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Pip's first Market Town client was a haughty, noble drow with a taste for the finer things in life. She had heard whispers of Pip's pleasuring prowess, but approached the appointment highly doubtful of the rumours of his mind-bending massages.
Their appointment was cut short as the venerable lady was left half-conscious, drooling and mumbling to herself within 20 minutes.
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Appointment #2
Time: 5:30pm - 7pm
Client: Ss'alvestra
Notes: Lamia, dignitary, very long.
Special Requests: Aromatic Oil-Work, Emotional Synchronization.
Location: Merchants' Guild - Market Town Head Office
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Penelo had to uncoil Pip from the Lamia's body. She immediately fell into a deep slumber after her eighth climax, still tightly wrapped around Pip and her face frozen in a dreamy, dopey grin.
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Appointment #3
Time: 8pm - 10pm
Client: Shrurag and Grogana
Notes: Half-orcs, blacksmiths
Special Requests: Deluxe Dual-Thrust Package
Location: Market Square Bladeworks
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The two half-orcs blacksmiths were fascinated by Pip's radical construction. As he began to work on them, they watched him intently, studying each movement of his metal with wide-eyed fascination… for about two minutes. Their eyes would barely find focus for the next hour and a half.
Penelo notes that their synchronized orgasms sound remarkably similar to the mating call of the giant, long-nosed beasts that roam the jungles near her village.
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Appointment #4
Time: 10:30pm - 12am
Client: Emerbren Sugarfoot
Notes: Gnome, Businesswoman, Filthy rich
Special Requests: Everything
Location: The Emerbren Mansion
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Their last client for the day, a gnome noblewomen, having heard exaggerated tales of Pip's power, had brought along a group of medical attendants to her appointment, fearing she may be overwhelmed, and possibly hurt by him.
But, by the end of her session, she wept with joy as her attendants all applauded her erotic efforts. She was herself surprised by her own stamina and strength.
She compares the experience to being dipped in warm honey, and licked clean by the tongue of a god. She leaves Vuvi an eye-wateringly large tip.
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The next morning the trio are back at their sun-drenched breakfast table. Pip glowing like a gift from the Gods, while Vuvi and Penelo yawn extensively through their meal.
"I'm exhausted just from watching you work, Pip." Penelo groans as she slowly chews through the fruit tart.
Pip shrugs with a proud little beep.
Vuvi rubs at her eyes as she pours honey into her tea, not realising she was actually pouring it over her maps instead.
"Argh… we're gonna need help." she sighs. "I'll have to hire a secretary or something."
As they quietly dig into their food, the innkeeper's granddaughter floats by, twisting on the tip of her toes as she weaves between the tables.
"Last night was… Mmmmmmh." Arienne moans, licking her lips as she passes Pip and softly slides her hand across his shoulder.
She dances away before he could react, leaving behind a trail of giggles and lilac-scented perfume.
Penelo blinks as she turns to Pip. "Again!?"
Pip nods proudly.
"So unfair!" Penelo wails. "I want a turn!"
"I didn't schedule that one… look's like Pip's doing private sessions now." Vuvi chuckles. "At least we're getting a free breakfast." she turns to Pip, her expression now serious. "But, Pip… please don't sneak off on your own, okay? I don't know what I'd do with myself if you went missing or got stolen."
Pip gives a stern nod, but Penelo frowns as she drops her fork. "This is not okay! I've been screaming out Pip's praises all day. I deserve a taste, too!"
Pip slowly nods with approval.
"I need help, Vuvi!" Penelo moans. "I just want to experience it like everyone else. Just once. He takes everyone to heaven and I'm stuck here!"
"Maybe don't faint next time." Vuvi chuckles.
"But…" Penelo leans in, whispering. "... it's so shiny! It even glows like the holy relics. It's too poooowerful."
"Sorry, Fluff." Vuvi snickers. "Some things just aren't meant to be."
Penelo slumps forward, ears almost drooping into her waffles. "You are just too perfect Pip." she sighs.
Vuvi sips her tea and grins. "And I haven't even started upgrading him yet…"