Fuck me sideways she is gorgeous!
That is the first thought that comes to my mind after turning and looking at the woman who had put her hands on my shoulder. If the barmaid was curvy, then this woman is voluptuous.
The woman standing in front of me is dressed like a witch, like an actual fairy tale witch, pointy hat and everything. Her dress is all purple and sparkles as if small stars had been sewn into her clothes. It is cut low, but it clings tightly to her body, supporting her hefty bosom with ease.
She has the face of an extremely alluring woman in her early 40s. long pink hair cascades down her sides, and her childbearing hips are only excentuated by her small waist and shapely legs.
The only word I can think to describe this alluring existence of seductiveness is: Magical Milf.
'It's rude to stare, you know,w young man.' A flirtatious smile flicks across her face as she uses the tip of her finger to close my open mouth with my chin.
I quickly compose myself. 'My apologies, I was simply stunned by your regal beauty!'
'Oh, you recover quickly! Good, that will make this much easier. I overheard your conversation about joining the guild, and I saw your face when the receptionist told you the price. Can we sit and talk? I might have a solution for you?'
I immediately agree to her demands and follow her back into the guild hall. Her hips sway seductively as she walks, but I try to be a gentleman and keep my eyes facing forward. I fail.
She brings me to a table where a man and 2 other women are sitting together, pieces of paper spread out on the surface. The women with the man are every bit as seductive as magical milf is, and they are wearing similar outfits, except that their dresses are yellow and green.
She sits in the vacant seat next to the man and plants a light but prolonged peck on his cheek. 'I found a candidate.'
The man looks up from his papers and eyes me up and down. He is a rugged-looking man, possibly in his late 40s. His eyes are sharp and black, and his grey beard is well-maintained. He has a large scar along his forehead and a gruff look about him.
He shoots me a surprisingly friendly smile. 'Well, you don't need to be strong for this job, just smart. What's your name kid?'
'Alric.'
'Alright Alric, would you like to make 10 silver? It's pretty low risk, totally legal, and can be completed tonight. What do you say?'
Damn it I've been honey trapped! The beautiful woman took complete advantage of my innocence and has now introduced me to who I am sure is the leader of a pyramid scheme. I refuse to be scammed again in this life, so I stand up to leave without saying a word.
Magical milf stops me. 'I am sorry, Alric, he didn't explain very well. Honey, you made it sound like some sort of scam. Your communication needs work. It is totally legit, I promise, please just sit and listen.'
I debate whether I should sit down or not, but the moment magical milf puts her hand on my arm in a comforting manner, my ass is already back in the seat.
The man introduces himself as Thorne. He introduces me to the women accompanying him. The woman in the green dress is Daisy, in the yellow dress is Jessica, and magical milf is actually named Lilian.
'Take a look at this.'
He slides a piece of paper across the table, turning it with his fingers at the same time so it is facing me. It is a piece of slightly off white paper, and on it there is an image of a rather slimy-looking individual.
The top of the paper indicates that he is wanted! At the bottom of the paper, it says alive only. Then there is the reward, 60 silvers! It contains some other details like his name, age, and crime.
It isn't hard to recognize it as a bounty poster. It looks like a medieval version of a cowboy wanted poster from the films I saw with Derrick as a teenager. Fucking Derrick!
The man looks me in the eyes and starts talking. 'We are bounty hunters. The guild posts a bounty for criminals, monsters or adventurers that they want killed or captured. This man is one of our targets.'
He takes a big swig from a cup that Jessica has passed to him.
'The problem with this one is, he knows we are in town, and he knows who we are. Every time we try to get close to him, he makes a run for it. Normally this wouldn't be a problem because we could just kill him and trade his corpse for cash, but this fucker needs to be brought in alive.
We know where he hangs out, but there is no way we can go in there. So we need someone else to go in and flush him out.
He hangs out in a host club downtown, and because he knows we are watching him, he never leaves.
We want to wait for him out the back of the building, and catch him when he flees. Your job will be to go inside and convince him we are about to raid the building, looking for him with some guards.'
'Is he dangerous?'
'Not particularly, he is just a sneak thief who is good at hiding. He often gives the jewels he steals to the girls in the club, so they let him stay there.'
'Why can't you just go in and get him?'
'Because my wives won't let me in there, and I don't want them going in either. Too many half-naked girls, and guys trying to touch them.'
Wow ok! First off, cliche alert again! A harem! This grizzly old bastard has got a harem and magical milf is one of his wives. Now I am envious. Secondly, none of them can go in because of their jealousy.
He doesn't want men trying to touch his women, and his women don't want him looking at other girls in the host club. Well, whatever works best for them, I guess. Who am I to judge?
He offers to give me 5 silver coins in advance so I can register as an adventurer, and then he says he will give me the other 5 when the job is done. I don't fully trust him until he hands me the 5 silver, after which I consider myself hired.
He explains the plan to me, and I agree to meet him outside the adventurers' guild after sundown. I walk back to the counter with him, register as an adventurer, and register myself as a temporary member of his party. He leaves soon after that.
Surprisingly, the guild keeps to their word and doesn't check my status or my level. They want my name and 5 silver coins, and that's enough for them. In exchange, I get some kind of metal plate with a number on it, I guess this is my guild card.
The receptionist explains to me that there is no such thing as guild ranks, and it's every man for themselves. If you accept a quest that's too high level for you and die, that's on you.
I leave the adventurer's guild and make my way back to the Inn where I have a room, hoping that dinner will be served before I leave for my first Job.