THE WHORE STORE! - Open for Business (Patreon)

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THE WHORE STORE

This project is one a long time in the making. Working with awesome artist Lil Boots we have created a series of images for a mobile store which Rickard had Syx 'working' at during the time she was under his control.

Designed to get interaction with you, my marvelous Manaworld community I will post a set-up for a "Text" story on the Manaworld Discord.
HOW TO LINK YOUR PATREON TO DISCORD
I will then pause at a section and the community can write what the next paragraph may be in the 'Whore Store Submissions' channel. I will then chose one (tweak it so it flows with my style) and then place into the story before continuing.

This will be done until it makes a complete short text story scene to go with the Whore Store image.

Thanks and I look forward to what you come up with!

Scratch


HOW TO LINK YOUR PATREON TO DISCORD

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THE WHORE STORE! - Open for Business

Dawn painted the sky in a gentle glow. The first rays of light  outlined the old, weather-beaten wagon in orange as it rolled along the  cobbled street. The clatter of hooves and creaky wooden wheels mixed  with the sounds of bleary-eyed shopkeepers as they set about the varying  tasks involved in the opening of stalls.

Few paused in setting  out their goods to take much notice as the old wagon came to a halt in a  vacant spot on the edge of the village's designated market area.

An  aged man, draped in a tattered grey cloak dappled with mud, food, and  other more unidentifiable stains, dropped the reigns and descended from  the driver's perch. His bones creaked almost as much as the springs  under the wooden seat.

"All right, Syx! Rise and shine, you  apple-assed slut! Time to get to work!" Rickard cackled and rubbed his  hands together gleefully. As if he were playing an unseen instrument,  his bony fingers tapped against the outside of the wagon in a sequence  of very specifically timed knocks.

In response, something within  shuddered then with a strange crack in the air, a clear and common  indicator of magical enchantment, the shuttered windows clapped open,  and a moth-eaten shade unfurled with a loud floumph. The heavy  material snapped outward in several places before finally settling above  the edges of each window and door. A series of signage followed,  dropping from the edge of the roof to first bounce then dangle and swing  about on short lengths of chain.

"Ughh... It's too early for  this," Syx sighed poking her head out from the wagon, squinting her eyes  against the blinding morning light. She glanced about taking in the  various stalls and traders in the midst of setting out their wares.

"Where  the hells are we, 'Master' Rickard?" Syx grumbled. Rickard's 'Master'  title had always been a source of irritation to her, and today was no  different. She made sure she didn't roll her eyes. Ricky could get  downright petulant when he caught her doing it and she was in no mood  for his antics this early in the morning.

"I don't know..."  Rickard scanned the area looking for a village sign before shrugging his  shoulders nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter where we are, the point is  that we're here to make money, my dear Spunkdump!  Now let's get  started," he declared with an uncharacteristic gusto, thrusting a  chalkboard into Syx's hands.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do  with this?" she asked, waving the blank board in front of him. She  didn't trust this sudden enthusiasm of his.  At the best of times  Rickard had a terminal case of laziness, but if anything got him  energetic, — it usually meant trouble for her. Her suspicions  immediately solidified when she saw him start arranging signs around the  wagon with phrases like 'Free blowjob with every purchase.'

"You   need to drum up and draw in the foot traffic!" Rickard shot her an  excited smile and pointed at the chalkboard. "Put something on there  that'll grab some attention. I know—how about 'I give great head!' That  should do it."

Syx stared at him and the signage incredulously.

"You're not serious."

Rickard paused. He looked at her and then at the sign he just posted stepping back from it.

"Humm...   You're probably right," He mumbled. "Good thinking!" Rickard chalk  scratched an adjustment to the sign till it read 'Free blowjob with  every 5 gp purchase' instead. "Y'know Syx, sometimes you can be more  than just a pair of tits." Hefting one of her breasts as if to accent  the point Rickard absently pinched her overly sensitive nipple,  eliciting a gasp from the busty elf.

He tisked. "A bit  too teasing, all covered up. Let's get some real enticement going." With  that Rickard grabbed the thin top and ripped it free from her massive  breasts,  sending them wobbling and bouncing against each other. Both  boobs taking their sweet time to cease their gentle gyrations. He  nodded, popped a nipple in his mouth for a quick bite and suckle then  dropped the large orb and turned his attention back to his signage.

"So  following that idea, let's say for every 20 gold spent they get to use  your other holes!" Rickard said absently, bobbling his head at his own  brilliance. "We gotta think of the bottom line here after all!"

With  a deep sigh, Syx wiped her boob clean of the bit of Rickards's saliva  that clung to it. The morning chill set both her nipples hardening even  more than their normal perky resting state. With resignation, she picked  up the chalkboard sign she'd dropped when her Master had suckled her  breast and set herself to the task at hand. She paused as she wrote out  the dreaded words on the board, thinking up something a bit less crude  and hopefully, a message that would at least spare her some indignity.

Unfortunately, the googly-eyed old weasel spotted the switch and snatched the sign away from her.

"No  No. Damnit, Syx.," He harrumphed. "You have a lot to learn about  marketing," He said, crossing out a single word and adding his own  amendment.

"There! Now THAT'S how you attract customers!"