She took Devon’s card and placed it in a machine, as a magically inscripted parchment typed itself out noisily.
“Devon Hall, F-rank adventurer, 184 centimeters tall… A-rank penis,” the fat woman muttered to herself. She looked a bit surprised at that, looking over at Devon again.
Devon could tell that this woman was not very interested in him by her muted reaction. He began to suspect that this portly madame could be more partial to the female gender. Of course, he could be wrong, but the row of skull rings on the fat madame’s fingers and short hair just enhanced his hunch.
“I have work for you,” the fat madame said. “Two jobs available today.”
“Keeping company for a baroness is the first option. Pay is good, but you need to keep a low profile getting in and out of the estate, if you catch my drift. The baron is always out messing around with other women, so it should be relatively easy.”
“Second option is a tomato run. It’s an interesting game that the noble ladies invented. They want a male escort to dress up in bunny ears, and run around their courtyard while avoiding tomatoes being thrown at him. Whichever lady lands the most tomatoes on the escort gets a prize. I wouldn’t recommend this job for novices, since you need a solid mental fortitude and an ability to keep the demanding ladies pleased to succeed in this job. Although the pay is quite good.”
“Third option is a dungeon crawl, but you’re not qualified for that job as a F-rank warrior.”
“So, what do you choose?”
Devon didn’t think he was really given much of a choice here. “Can I see a picture of the baroness?”
The fat madame shook her head. “No. We can’t have incriminating pictures of our clients lying around here, can we?”
“Well, at least can you tell me how she looks?” Devon asked. “If I’m not sure about her looks, I’ll just go for the tomato run instead.”
“Actually, screw it,” Devon said, feeling a bit more risk taking than usual. “Sign me up for both option one and two. I’ll do the baroness job today, and the tomato run tomorrow.”
With a surprised look on her face, the fat madame’s eyebrow lifted, slightly amazed by the young man’s assertiveness. She nodded. “Sure. Just make sure that you show up for the job tomorrow, otherwise we will have to deduct a penalty from your black card.”
“Alright,” Devon replied. “So how do I do this baroness job? I just go to the estate by myself, knock on the door? Or am I supposed to sneak in?”
Jiggling her chin fat, the portly madame with too much makeup on her face let out a snide chuckle. “Oh deary, you’re not going anywhere looking like that. The adventurer’s guild backroom has a reputation to uphold. You’ll first be outfitted by our wardrobe specialist and prepared for the job, while I finish the paperwork. Once that’s done, we will send you via carriage to the location and give you additional instructions.”
Devon saw no reason to question the thorough process. “That’s fine with me.”
“Make your way to the dressing room, then. It’s just down this hall, to the left. My assistant Annabelle will be waiting for you there.”
Keen to get away from this much less attractive madame than madame Elisa, Devon walked briskly down the hall, past the slave girls chained onto the wall. This dimly lit backroom was several times larger than the one in Malon’s adventurer’s guild, and there were many slave assistants, seedy customers, and overly polite guides walking around the complex.
He saw the curtain to the dressing room, and peeled it back, entering and nearly bumping into a red eyed neko girl with fluffy cat ears and a fuzzy black tail. With mostly human features, she looked like a normal human girl with cosplay ears and a butt plug tail in her ass.
“Hi Devon, I’m Annabelle,” the red eyed cat girl with D-cup breasts dressed in a skimpy bodysuit that just barely covered her pussy and left her thighs and hips completely bare. “I’ll be here to fit you today for your mission with the baroness.”
“Does the fitting include this too?” Devon said with a slight smile, pulling down his pants. This skimpily dressed cat girl already made him hard as a rock.
“Yes, but that’s usually after the initial–” Annabelle the red eyed neko girl began to explain, as Devon walked towards her with his erect cock and pressed it right against her waist.
[author] More lewds and more plots at patreo.n.com/melonball~ Thank you sooooooooo much Joshua Lee and Kal for pledging <3 [/author]