"Melara's Favorite Customers" Preview 1 (Patreon)

Dipping back into the "Forests of Folly" universe to bring all of you some exclusive content. Nothing naughty just yet, other than some bad words. Enjoy!

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There were very few comforts to be had when you were one of the last housekeepers working in an already rundown establishment.

“…Another fucking leak in the ceiling?”

She hoped she’d found the last one, but Melara felt another drop of water landing between her ears, splashing on the top of her head and running down her face in a dirty, ruddy drop.

Every time she thought she’d put away the patchwork kit for the last time, she was having to find yet another last straw of proverbial patience.

“Melara?”

The rabbit flattened her ears toward the back of her head. “…Yes, Tina?”

“We need a special turndown service at the end of the hall, room seven. Think you’ve got enough energy left for that?”

“Anything in specific?”

“He wouldn’t say. Said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“…Not even a hint?”

“We had to drag the hooker out of the room the night before, if that gives you any inclination,” Tina explained. She saw the look of fear in Melara’s eyes and immediately backpedaled, “N-not anything crazy; she wasn’t dead. She was just that wiped out…whoever this guy is, he definitely makes sure that the girls make an honest living at it.”

“And you just assume I’m willing to try and wear him out?”

Tina snickered. “I can see your excitement from here, Melara. I know you’d rather let him patch up one of your holes than having to go out on the roof to patch the ones outside.”

She didn’t want to admit it so easily, but Melara knew that she’d been pegged: she wasn’t sure why she pretended that she didn’t enjoy that part of her job more than the rest of it, anymore, but especially for the new girls, she had a sense of pride about herself and a reputation to deny.

Her very favorite part of the job was when she had the chance to make the messes that she’d later wash out of the sheets.

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Tok tok.

Melara was always very careful in the way that she knocked, using a special flick of the wrist to create the most satisfying sound that she could: from start to finish, she wanted to make sure that every experience she shared with a tavern customer was memorable, even in the details that they might not notice.

This time, she was soft enough that the person on the other side might not have heard her, if the rest of the Inn wasn’t so quiet during the middle of the day.

“Come on in.”

The voice left her curious to who would be waiting on the other side: there wasn’t the obvious growl of a Turren or the slicker tones of a Fesil, but she couldn’t quite pin a species to the voice. It was decidedly male, and a little bit drier than she expected…as though the creature were digging through the dirt with his teeth.

Through the unlocked door stepped the gorgeous, youthful rabbit, her working dress clinging to her bodice with a little extra help, thanks to the clip on the back; she wouldn’t have wanted to wear something so tight for the usual work day, but when this particular service was required, she wanted to look as enticing as possible, knowing that the Willowsedge Inn depended on her ability to pull in tips from happy customers in order to survive.

“Terribly sorry for the interruption, good sir,” she greeted the stranger with a courteous bow and a subtle nod of the head, closing her eyes and denying herself the sight of the man that had requested her secret presence. “I was told you needed a midday turndown service?”

This was one of the items that was kept off the menu at the Willowsedge Inn, but if you knew who to ask…and more importantly, howto ask, you would find that the girls at the tavern were more than willing to put in a little extra work for a little extra coin.

Thanks to this, the Willowsedge Inn was starting to develop a bit of a seedy reputation and a double standard that it absolutely deserved, but Melara didn’t have any shame about contributing to that fact.

Silently, she enjoyed this part of her job more than any other. It was full of surprises, almost all of them pleasurable, and in this case…she was going to have to experience her customer to believe the reputation that Tina gave him.

“Yes…I’m afraid that the woman who happened to follow me in here last night wasn’t up to sharing a bed with my ilk,” he explained, his voice laden with a proud chuckle. “But your barmaid has informed me that you might be a bit more up to the task?”

She wasn’t entirely convinced that the man was going to be able to live up to any reputation when she saw him sprawled over the bed, his cock sitting flaccid against his thigh. It wasn’t just the fact that he was in repose that was so off-putting for her, however.

He was a kobold…and the very first that she’d ever been tasked with bedding before.