Sharess’s Caress: a hole in the wall for the shameless and shameful alike. Nothing like paying for a little debauchery with someone who’s only kind to your face because it’s their job. Money is one Hells of an incentive.

You know how to play the game. The best part, however? There’s no need for any grubby little finger to grace you; no one has so much as poked you and gone unpunished. Just one word, and they’d always be kicked out. Authority at its finest. You dance for the money, and couldn’t care less about who it came from.

He just sat there at the table in the corner of the rather small room, opposite the Drow twins.

“He seems rich enough to share,” you thought to yourself. It’s not like he’s half-bad to look at either.

You can’t help yourself but to let your gaze wander a bit… down his chest… past each button on his doublet… and stalling momentarily on the tight fabric between his crossed thighs. When you meet his gaze again over the wineglass in his hand, you look away as if nothing happened, continuing to move your body in the slow, sensual rhythm you’re used to.