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No one in town knew his name. He was just one of many traveling bards who had rolled in, looking for quick cash through the use of his talents. Kret had searched high and low among the townsfolk, seeking any sort of hints or clues to his whereabouts, but for most of the day, nothing came up. She had no money to her name and only beer-stained clothing on her back, making her rather vulnerable, if not repugnant to most of the people she asked. But, she would not give up. She listened to conversations, caught the eye of a few informants, and even paid them in services, rather than coin. No, she wasn't proud in using her skills for petty crime, but what had to be done had to be done, and with that work done, she had an answer.

The Muddy Mistress is what they call the two story building on the richer side of the small city. Though it apparently started off as a burlesque display of feats of strength and battle when this district was a rowdy section for brutes and ruffians, that had changed since its current owner took over the place long ago. How long ago, no one can say, as the establishment was certainly as old as the city, and the city had quite the history. Her contact back in that small town had noticed a man matching her description coming and going from this place. In fact, he told Kret that this place was not only a place for watching feats of acrobatics and strength, but also a brothel and a gambling house. What they gambled on, her contact couldn't say, as that was something he steered far away from. The mistress of the house is notorious for her debt collection, as she often put debtors on display, whatever that meant.

Kret, of course, wastes no time in approaching the establishment. While there is a burly half-orc standing at the door, arms folded over his chest, he is dressed quite well, but in a manner that shows off his muscles with much intimidation. Kret hunches over as she heads toward the door, and the bouncer nods and offers her inside. "Don't be scared, bud." Like many strangers the kobold ran into, the orcish fellow had trouble identifying that she was, in fact, a female. "Public matches are free to view." Kret isn't quite sure what he means, but she enters inside anyway.

The entrance opens up to a wide floor with tables arranged all around, facing the center. Off to the side is a bar where a woman dressed in a too small outfit that shows off all of her tanned skin mixes drinks and makes small talk with some patrons. The others all turn their view towards the center, where a loud splash catches Kret's attention.

The room dips downward a bit to a small pit in the center, and inside, two combatants, dressed in even less clothing than the woman at the bar are caked in mud. Kret gasps as she watches as a bald man and a woman larger than him run at each other, the woman tossing the man down and piling on top of him. The crowd cheers wildly as the splash of mud flies up into the audience. Kret frowns at this display and scratches her chin.

"You seem puzzled," a smooth voice speaks to her. Sitting on a stool just to her side is a tall elven woman. She wears a long black dress with a slit up the side to show off her pale and smooth leg. Her hair matches in color and style, and her lips are quirked in a smile. A few cracks of age crease over her face, but they don't mar her beauty, and somehow seem to enhance it, giving her an air of wisdom and allure. "Something troubling you?"

"Ah, well, it's just that... why would anyone enjoy wrestling in mud?"

"What? Don't you like to get a little dirty sometime?" the elf asks, reaching up with her foot and tapping Kret's stained shirt with the toe of her heeled shoe.

"Not really," Kret admits. It's shameful."

"Oh, it isn't at all. It shows the world you don't care what they think, and that, deep down, you embrace your instincts with pride. How many of these fools would have normally gone to a gladiatorial arena and see a blood sport? What the Mistress provides is a safer, cleaner bit of action in 'mud sport." She brings a hand to her lips and titters at her own joke. "Oh, but we provide other delights here, as well. The business that doesn't diversify finds itself stagnating, drying up, and cracking. So, my friend. If this isn't what you're looking for, why don't you tell me what it is that brought you to my establishment."

Kret gasps, "You're the mistress of the Mistress?"

The elf stands up, leaning over and holding out her hand, Panas Talan, owner and operator of the Muddy Mistress,"

Kret grabs the elf's hand, but instead of shaking it, Panas tugs her along, past the first room and into the back.

There are no windows in the back, but various magical lamps flicker as they make their way inside to another bar and show room. The lamps cast an eerie green glow upon the whole place. Men and women sit in large plush divans and sofas, caressed by nude or nearly nude men and women laying around them. At the edge of the room is a glass wall, with a black,oily substance behind it. For a moment, Kret thought she saw a hand press against the glass, but when she blinks, it disappears, making her wonder if she's imagined the whole experience.

"Welcome to the back room," Mistress Talan says with a wave of her hand. "Where we deal in pleasure, coin, and information. Now, what will be your pleasure?"

"Pleasure? No," Kret says, shaking her head. "Though, I will have some of that information. I've come here seeking a bard. His name is unknown to me, but his voice is pure honey, and his tongue is..." She trails off a bit, staring up at the elf as she does.

The knowing smile upon Mistress Talan's face tells Kret all she needs. The kobold clasps her hands together and stands tall on her toes. "Please, Mistress Talan, I must know where he is. He's... he's hurt me, and I need to confront him, and I need to ask him why."

"Ah, so you're the jilted lover, are you? Well, that's too bad. You see, he's currently no longer in town, and I don't suspect he'll ever come back to this place."

"That's fine," Kret responds. "All I need to know is how to find him, and I shall trouble you and your establishment no more."

"Oh, my dear, dear sweetie," Mistress Talan says, squatting down to get to eye height with the shorter being. "You're no trouble at all. In fact, it's a distinct pleasure. It isn't too often we have a woman of your talents here."

"W... woman? You can tell I'm female?" Kret's voice drops to a whisper. "H... how?"

The elf taps her lip and chuckles. "Oh, well, remember what we trade in here, my dear...?"

Kret's heart drops, her legs nearly giving out. "He... he didn't."

"Oh, but he did," she says, a coo in her voice as she leans in,whispering into the Kobold's ear. "He told me about how you were just a lonely girl and that you left your life as a lady of the night to pursue loftier goals. But, my dear, what loftier position can there be aside from expressing your sexuality for profit?"

Kret stumbles back, covering her ear. She scrutinizes the elf, but there doesn't seem to be any dishonesty in the woman's voice. Strange,then, that she wouldn't mention the other parts of her past, meant...

Mistress Talan stands up, hands upon her hips, finger tapping as she thinks. "Perhaps if you wish to learn where and why your con of a lover went, you will do something for me? It's nothing too ridiculous, no... just a single show, and once you're done with it, then, I'll tell you everything that I know."

"I left that life behind me," Kret whines.

The elf tuts, wagging a finger in disapproval. "None of that, now. You aren't some gutter whore here. You are a magnificent star, and I would love to have my halls be graced by your presence. In fact... if you agree, then the partner in your dance will be none other than yours truly."

Kret frowns, feeling a sudden itch come over her. "You... you want to..."

She nods.

"With me?"

"Mm hmm"

"In front of an audience?"

"More or less, darling."

The kobold bites her scales and spins around, mulling over the idea in her head. No matter how she slices it, however, this has been her only lead. The trail ends here, unless she can get something out of the mistress. "F...fine... what do you want me to do?" she asks.

"That's the spirit," Mistress Talan says, clapping her hands. "Come to the changing area at six and all will be given to you."

With those words, Mistress Talan leaves the kobold alone to mingle with some of the guests. Kret's eyes wander around the place, and she shakes her head. It may be flashier than the "seamstress guild" she worked for prior, but still the seedier parts shone through, tainting the spectacle. She actually doesn't know what time it is, so she figures she'll find the dressing rooms herself and just wait there for the duration. Her small frame allows her to weave in and out of the bar wenches and exotic entertainers and head on over towards the back where they come and go.

Surprisingly, the glass case at the back of the backroom extends into the hall, showing it to be some sort of aquarium. Kret stares a the swirling liquid writhing for a time frame she didn't quite keep track of. The pattern is quite hypnotic, but more than that, there is magic in it. Sadly, she was never fully trained in the arcane arts, being naturally gifted instead of learning her skills from study. Because of that, she can easily recognize magic at work, but to tell what it is simply by examining it is beyond her.

There comes a squeal from beyond a door, and Kret creeps over toward it. The door leads to a set of carpeted stairs, making the ascent simple and quiet. As she gets closer, the squeal raises to the tell-tale signs of a woman in some sexual act. The kobold climbs the spiraling staircase and peeks her head up from the floor to see just what was going on.

There, in a small room, much smaller than the last two areas,stands Mistress Talan, though her dress is considerably different. Wearing a black mask over her eyes that does nothing to disguise her elven heritage and a corset over her stomach that allows her breasts to spill free, she exudes an erotic surety that is enough to make the kobold blush.

The squealing comes from a young woman. She's blond, rather cute. She probably just started in the business. Her arms are bound behind her back by some black rope, and her mouth kept open with a similar material. Tears roll down her eyes as she squirms uncomfortably. Her legs are spread for the mistress and for the spying kobold to see, with something round and foreign plugging her sex. Fluids leak out from her and over her legs, puddling at the floor, and her eyes tear up and stare upwards in a state of forced excitement.

"Darling..." the mistress says, clucking her tongue. "You really gave me bad intelligence. Did you really think that performing for me would get you free of your charges?"

The blond squeals again, her cries making Kret shudder. The kobold grips the floor, digging her fingers into the carpeting. Mistress Talan lifts her boot up, the slick black thing seeming almost to be made of the same substance as the binds that hold the girl down. The elf presses her toe to the woman's shoulder as she rests her gloved hands on her own hips. "So, that means I can't trust you to do what I need, which leaves you, dear, with one option left when it comes to serving me properly."

Pleadingly, the woman tries to push against the elf's foot, but the mistress is strong. She waves a finger, and a loud buzzing emanates from between the blond's legs. Her eyes roll back and her tongue hangs out as she gushes forth, squirting all over the floor. So enraptured is she in her orgasm, that she no longer fights back. Mistress Talan then pushes her so that she falls back onto the floor--and keeps going.

No one in town knew his name. He was just one of many traveling bards who had rolled in, looking for quick cash through the use of his talents. Kret had searched high and low among the townsfolk, seeking any sort of hints or clues to his whereabouts, but for most of the day, nothing came up. She had no money to her name and only beer-stained clothing on her back, making her rather vulnerable, if not repugnant to most of the people she asked. But, she would not give up. She listened to conversations, caught the eye of a few informants, and even paid them in services, rather than coin. No, she wasn't proud in using her skills for petty crime, but what had to be done had to be done, and with that work done, she had an answer.

The Muddy Mistress is what they call the two story building on the richer side of the small city. Though it apparently started off as a burlesque display of feats of strength and battle when this district was a rowdy section for brutes and ruffians, that had changed since its current owner took over the place long ago. How long ago, no one can say, as the establishment was certainly as old as the city, and the city had quite the history. Her contact back in that small town had noticed a man matching her description coming and going from this place. In fact, he told Kret that this place was not only a place for watching feats of acrobatics and strength, but also a brothel and a gambling house. What they gambled on, her contact couldn't say, as that was something he steered far away from. The mistress of the house is notorious for her debt collection, as she often put debtors on display, whatever that meant.

Kret, of course, wastes no time in approaching the establishment. While there is a burly half-orc standing at the door, arms folded over his chest, he is dressed quite well, but in a manner that shows off his muscles with much intimidation. Kret hunches over as she heads toward the door, and the bouncer nods and offers her inside. "Don't be scared, bud." Like many strangers the kobold ran into, the orcish fellow had trouble identifying that she was, in fact, a female. "Public matches are free to view." Kret isn't quite sure what he means, but she enters inside anyway.

The entrance opens up to a wide floor with tables arranged all around, facing the center. Off to the side is a bar where a woman dressed in a too small outfit that shows off all of her tanned skin mixes drinks and makes small talk with some patrons. The others all turn their view towards the center, where a loud splash catches Kret's attention.

The room dips downward a bit to a small pit in the center, and inside, two combatants, dressed in even less clothing than the woman at the bar are caked in mud. Kret gasps as she watches as a bald man and a woman larger than him run at each other, the woman tossing the man down and piling on top of him. The crowd cheers wildly as the splash of mud flies up into the audience. Kret frowns at this display and scratches her chin.

"You seem puzzled," a smooth voice speaks to her. Sitting on a stool just to her side is a tall elven woman. She wears a long black dress with a slit up the side to show off her pale and smooth leg. Her hair matches in color and style, and her lips are quirked in a smile. A few cracks of age crease over her face, but they don't mar her beauty, and somehow seem to enhance it, giving her an air of wisdom and allure. "Something troubling you?"

"Ah, well, it's just that... why would anyone enjoy wrestling in mud?"

"What? Don't you like to get a little dirty sometime?" the elf asks, reaching up with her foot and tapping Kret's stained shirt with the toe of her heeled shoe.

"Not really," Kret admits. It's shameful."

"Oh, it isn't at all. It shows the world you don't care what they think, and that, deep down, you embrace your instincts with pride. How many of these fools would have normally gone to a gladiatorial arena and see a blood sport? What the Mistress provides is a safer, cleaner bit of action in 'mud sport." She brings a hand to her lips and titters at her own joke. "Oh, but we provide other delights here, as well. The business that doesn't diversify finds itself stagnating, drying up, and cracking. So, my friend. If this isn't what you're looking for, why don't you tell me what it is that brought you to my establishment."

Kret gasps, "You're the mistress of the Mistress?"

The elf stands up, leaning over and holding out her hand, Panas Talan, owner and operator of the Muddy Mistress,"

Kret grabs the elf's hand, but instead of shaking it, Panas tugs her along, past the first room and into the back.

There are no windows in the back, but various magical lamps flicker as they make their way inside to another bar and show room. The lamps cast an eerie green glow upon the whole place. Men and women sit in large plush divans and sofas, caressed by nude or nearly nude men and women laying around them. At the edge of the room is a glass wall, with a black,oily substance behind it. For a moment, Kret thought she saw a hand press against the glass, but when she blinks, it disappears, making her wonder if she's imagined the whole experience.

"Welcome to the back room," Mistress Talan says with a wave of her hand. "Where we deal in pleasure, coin, and information. Now, what will be your pleasure?"

"Pleasure? No," Kret says, shaking her head. "Though, I will have some of that information. I've come here seeking a bard. His name is unknown to me, but his voice is pure honey, and his tongue is..." She trails off a bit, staring up at the elf as she does.

The knowing smile upon Mistress Talan's face tells Kret all she needs. The kobold clasps her hands together and stands tall on her toes. "Please, Mistress Talan, I must know where he is. He's... he's hurt me, and I need to confront him, and I need to ask him why."

"Ah, so you're the jilted lover, are you? Well, that's too bad. You see, he's currently no longer in town, and I don't suspect he'll ever come back to this place."

"That's fine," Kret responds. "All I need to know is how to find him, and I shall trouble you and your establishment no more."

"Oh, my dear, dear sweetie," Mistress Talan says, squatting down to get to eye height with the shorter being. "You're no trouble at all. In fact, it's a distinct pleasure. It isn't too often we have a woman of your talents here."

"W... woman? You can tell I'm female?" Kret's voice drops to a whisper. "H... how?"

The elf taps her lip and chuckles. "Oh, well, remember what we trade in here, my dear...?"

Kret's heart drops, her legs nearly giving out. "He... he didn't."

"Oh, but he did," she says, a coo in her voice as she leans in,whispering into the Kobold's ear. "He told me about how you were just a lonely girl and that you left your life as a lady of the night to pursue loftier goals. But, my dear, what loftier position can there be aside from expressing your sexuality for profit?"

Kret stumbles back, covering her ear. She scrutinizes the elf, but there doesn't seem to be any dishonesty in the woman's voice. Strange,then, that she wouldn't mention the other parts of her past, meant...

Mistress Talan stands up, hands upon her hips, finger tapping as she thinks. "Perhaps if you wish to learn where and why your con of a lover went, you will do something for me? It's nothing too ridiculous, no... just a single show, and once you're done with it, then, I'll tell you everything that I know."

"I left that life behind me," Kret whines.

The elf tuts, wagging a finger in disapproval. "None of that, now. You aren't some gutter whore here. You are a magnificent star, and I would love to have my halls be graced by your presence. In fact... if you agree, then the partner in your dance will be none other than yours truly."

Kret frowns, feeling a sudden itch come over her. "You... you want to..."

She nods.

"With me?"

"Mm hmm"

"In front of an audience?"

"More or less, darling."

The kobold bites her scales and spins around, mulling over the idea in her head. No matter how she slices it, however, this has been her only lead. The trail ends here, unless she can get something out of the mistress. "F...fine... what do you want me to do?" she asks.

"That's the spirit," Mistress Talan says, clapping her hands. "Come to the changing area at six and all will be given to you."

With those words, Mistress Talan leaves the kobold alone to mingle with some of the guests. Kret's eyes wander around the place, and she shakes her head. It may be flashier than the "seamstress guild" she worked for prior, but still the seedier parts shone through, tainting the spectacle. She actually doesn't know what time it is, so she figures she'll find the dressing rooms herself and just wait there for the duration. Her small frame allows her to weave in and out of the bar wenches and exotic entertainers and head on over towards the back where they come and go.

Surprisingly, the glass case at the back of the backroom extends into the hall, showing it to be some sort of aquarium. Kret stares a the swirling liquid writhing for a time frame she didn't quite keep track of. The pattern is quite hypnotic, but more than that, there is magic in it. Sadly, she was never fully trained in the arcane arts, being naturally gifted instead of learning her skills from study. Because of that, she can easily recognize magic at work, but to tell what it is simply by examining it is beyond her.

There comes a squeal from beyond a door, and Kret creeps over toward it. The door leads to a set of carpeted stairs, making the ascent simple and quiet. As she gets closer, the squeal raises to the tell-tale signs of a woman in some sexual act. The kobold climbs the spiraling staircase and peeks her head up from the floor to see just what was going on.

There, in a small room, much smaller than the last two areas,stands Mistress Talan, though her dress is considerably different. Wearing a black mask over her eyes that does nothing to disguise her elven heritage and a corset over her stomach that allows her breasts to spill free, she exudes an erotic surety that is enough to make the kobold blush.

The squealing comes from a young woman. She's blond, rather cute. She probably just started in the business. Her arms are bound behind her back by some black rope, and her mouth kept open with a similar material. Tears roll down her eyes as she squirms uncomfortably. Her legs are spread for the mistress and for the spying kobold to see, with something round and foreign plugging her sex. Fluids leak out from her and over her legs, puddling at the floor, and her eyes tear up and stare upwards in a state of forced excitement.

"Darling..." the mistress says, clucking her tongue. "You really gave me bad intelligence. Did you really think that performing for me would get you free of your charges?"

The blond squeals again, her cries making Kret shudder. The kobold grips the floor, digging her fingers into the carpeting. Mistress Talan lifts her boot up, the slick black thing seeming almost to be made of the same substance as the binds that hold the girl down. The elf presses her toe to the woman's shoulder as she rests her gloved hands on her own hips. "So, that means I can't trust you to do what I need, which leaves you, dear, with one option left when it comes to serving me properly."

Pleadingly, the woman tries to push against the elf's foot, but the mistress is strong. She waves a finger, and a loud buzzing emanates from between the blond's legs. Her eyes roll back and her tongue hangs out as she gushes forth, squirting all over the floor. So enraptured is she in her orgasm, that she no longer fights back. Mistress Talan then pushes her so that she falls back onto the floor--and keeps going.