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The Muddy Mistress is the best source of entertainment this side of the Fey Forest, with traders coming from far and wide to partake in fine drink and the exhibition battles in the mud pit. Strong drink and strong fighters are always an entertaining view for those who seek the companionship of hearty lovers and the sight of their bodies writhing around in the mud

One such patron is the short hooded ranger, Baze. She enters into the establishment, letting the smell of earth and musk waft through her nostrils. Out of all establishments around, this one makes her feel much more at home. She passes through the pit, where two orcish women currently grapple against each other for a prize amid whistling human men. Passing only the slightest of glances to the festivities, she saunters up to the bar.

"Get me something strong. I'm going in for a round or two in a bit," she says to the silent bartender nods in acknowledgement to her coin.

"Well, that'll be a sight for sore eyes," comes the velvety voice of a familiar tone. The ranger pulls her hood back, exposing her creamy scales. She looks over her shoulder and smirks. "Well, well, what's a scoundrel like you doing here, Aro?"

The bard smirks, brushing a finger over his finely groomed mustache. "Oh, you know, the usual... business, pleasure." He takes a sip from his clear drink. "But aren't you a little far from your post?"

Baze chuckles and points her thumb back to the pit. "Things have been going pretty slow recently. Bandits seem to be picking off different areas to pillage and creatures have been keeping to the forest instead of the farmsteads. If I want to make some money, I gotta do it the fun way."

He nods and raises his glass. "Well, I'll certainly put some money on you making it out on top. I'm sure they underestimate you quite a bit."

"You know it," Baze says, rolling her shoulders. "I'm just wanting to loosen up a bit before I go head to head with some meathead in a mud pit, you know?"

Aro takes another drink from his cup, his upper lip twitching a moment before he puts the drink back down. "You know..." he says. "I might be able to help you with those nerves of yours."

"Oh yeah?" Baze asks, fluttering her eyes "and just what would a pretty boy like you have for a girl like me?"

"You know fully well how my silver tongue opens doors, and I've been a bit tensed up by my... business. I could use a good outlet. Should be able to limber you up, no problem."

The kobold gets her drink and swigs it down in one gulp. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve, she says. "Lead the way."

The door bashes open with Aro carrying the kobold in his arms, the mouths of the two busily kissing and licking at each other's necks. Her tail wraps around his thigh as she holds onto him until they get to the bed, where he drops her down onto the mattress and begins to undo his top. Getting up on her knees, she grabs at his trousers, tugging them down quickly to let his shaft spring free. She wraps her rough fingers around the length and rolls out her tongue, pressing it underneath the head.

Tossing his shirt aside, he moves his hands down to her horns, getting a good grip of them as he pushes his shaft forward. The well-synchronized motion allowing her tongue to lick down to the base. She bobs along his length, licking over the thing as he hisses through his teeth, a groan breaking out from his throat as she services him.

It only lasts for a little while, as Baze pulls her mouth away with one last flick of her tongue. Sitting up still, she lifts up her top and tosses it aside. He grabs her by the calves and lifts her legs up, tugging at her trousers. She raises her legs to make it easier to undress, and soon, she's as naked as him. "Take a good look" she says. "Soon, this body's gonna be covered in mud."

"You say that like its a bad thing," he says, lowering himself down. His lips press against the soles of her feet and up along her ankle, her shin, her thigh, going up and up and covering her scales with kisses until he gets to her slit.

That's when his tongue rolls out, flickering at her most sensitive places. She shudders, moving hands through his thick head of hair, gripping the locks through her fingers as he plunges down within her.

His own hands run down along the underside of her legs, lifting her up from her hips as he plumbs her depths with loud and lewd slurps and smacks.

The kobold's eyes roll back as she feels that tension build up around her loins, certainly the anxiety of combat would disappear, but more importantly, Aro's assault on her shows just how much he has pent up. She looks down to him with narrowed eyes and speaks out. 'Ah... ha... y-you really got... you really got a lot to work out."

He pulls his lips away, licking at them as he nods. "Oh, you don't know the half of it.

"Any way I can help?" she asks, smirking slightly.

He nods and says. "Just win for me, alright?"

Her tail wraps around his neck, rubbing at the back of his skull. "Oh, I'm sure there's much more I can do for you," she says. "How about you fuck me raw and get rid of all of that tension you got, friend?"

He reaches up and squeezes her tail, pressing his lips to it. "Now that is stress relief I can get behind."

Aro sits in the back row of the spectator's seat, his hand clutching his bet tightly. The drink in his hand rattles as his nerves finally build up. No amount of casual fornication can get him past the shadow of what looms overhead, past the fogged glass of the upper floor and the shadowed form of the Mistress of the Muddy mistress.

The crowd cheers when the first contender steps out to the middle of the floor. Baze had stripped down and rolls her shoulders, making herself limber for the match ahead. On the other side is a surly dwarf, body covered in runic clan tattoos and spouting taunting jeers through his beard.

She's a very different animal out on the battlefield, her eyes narrowing as she sloshes through the pit. She stalks her opponent like a hunter with prey and jumps in, her strong upper body giving her the instant advantage.

As the two splash down into the muddy pit, the audience cheers, each for their own reasons. Some of them are generations removed from the original sportsmen and women who did battle in such conditions for their very survival. Others are lecherous dogs lapping up the fetishistic glee of close combat. And others, much like Aro, are there for only one thing. "Come on... come on..." he says, further creasing his ticket.

Baze whips around the back of her opponent, getting him into a hold, her underbelly rubbing up against his back as she pins him down, face bubbling in the dirt.

Aro looks upwards, seeing the feminine shape looking down to her patrons, but her form obscured. He also looks off to the side, where two men dressed in matching black garments await. They do not watch the show. Instead, they watch him.

He gives them a false smile and glances back down on the ticket. All that he had taken from that one kobold back in that no-name town is riding on this. What the mistress doesn't know won't hurt her, and if he can pay off his debt with her own money, does that even matter? Besides, the playing field is nice and balanced

Baze's eyes droop slightly, and the kobold shakes her head. Her grip lessens, and the dwarf knocks her on the snout with his elbow. She falls back, shaking her head. What was going on?

The dwarf stands up and drops down with his elbow right onto her stomach, knocking the ar right out from under her before he goes in for a pin of his own.

"Ye think ye can make a mockery of me, lassie?" THe dwarf says. "I'll show ye what a real fighter can do. Ye got none o yer prissy nature magic the help ya down here!"

Aro bites his lip as the dwarf holds her down, the fighter's hand moving to her mouth and covering it. She fights to keep her face upward, but he tilts it toward the mud, a classic suffocating maneuver almost guaranteed to get an opponent to tap out.

Aro feels a hand upon his shoulder, and he looks up to see one of the two men looking down upon him. "Time to go, bard," he says in a gruff voice.

"I... I'll have the money." He says. "Honest, look." He holds the ticket upwards.

The man looks at it and quirks an eyebrow. "Weren't you just shacked up with that lizard?"

Aro swallows the lump in his throat. "Y... yes. How perceptive of you. That's right, and... and now she's fighting. Y-you see?"

The man shakes his head and removes his hand. "Let's see where this goes. I'm actually a bit interested." He says, showing the ticket to his companion.

The other man whistles.

Baze, knowing full well the rules of engagement, plants one foot firmly down, sinking into the muddy embrace of the titular pit. She then puts all of her force into her other leg, rising it up and smashing the dwarf right in his jewels.

Her opponent goes cross-eyed with pain, which gives her enough of an opportunity to shove him off of her with her strength and roll on top of him, sitting upon his lap as she pins his wrists down to the mud. "Sorry, but it's survival of the fittest. You know... you weren't half-bad, dirt miner." Though she holds him down, she pants, finding herself much more exhausted than she normally would be. Was the sex really that good? But without worrying about that, she smiles and leans in, saying. "Though, if those rocks of yours still work after this, I wouldn't mind taking another tumble with ya in private.

The dwarf, groaning, calls up from the mud. "I yield, I yield!"

Through raucous laughter and cheers, Baze is announced the winner of the fight, and the proud owner of the winnings.

"Congratulations!" One of the serving girls says, handing Baze her sack of gold. "The mistress would like to invite you to fight again, if you're feeling like increasing your winnings."

"No, thanks," Baze says, tying the pouch to her belt. "I actually have someone I need to talk to..."

Aro is dragged outside by the two men, the bard blubbering and begging before he's tossed into the carriage. His two bouncers slid in on either side of him just to make sure he won't be able to escape. One of them holds up the ticket, waving the crumpled thing in front of the bard. "Real smooth move betting against your fuckbuddy, Mr. Bard," the capo says. "Bet she didn't even figure out you charmed her."

"You better hope she didn't," the other said. "Cause you're not a man who can afford to lose friends."

"Hell, you can't afford to lose anything at all!"

The two of them slap their knees in uproarious laughter as the cart driver takes him away, off to Calin, and off towards their boss.

The bard, looks downward, but instead of making prayers of atonement, he readies himself another set of charms. For, if he was going to be taken to see Vijaya, he wasn't going to go without a fight.