When Fritz came to, he returned to consciousness underneath a pile of women. Somehow, he was still wearing pants, yet his shirt was completely missing. Marcelle's thick tail was slapping against his cheek, as her face pressed into the cold wooden floor nearby. Her inky black hair was splayed out like a mop soaking up the dirt and grime. Ada's weight crushed him into the wooden floorboards of the strange building. An elbow was jammed into his neck. A knee jabbed into his ribs. The smell of dried vomit festered in some corner of the strange room, adding to the ambience.

Fritz groaned as he started shifting the two women off of him. The decor of the room was gaudy. Rich, dark velvety sheets were ostentatiously thrown over the soft feather four postered bed merely feet away from Fritz. Opposite the bed, a large expansive mirror sat reflecting the view from the bed. A faint morning light leaked between the dark obscuring curtains of the room. Everything looked dark, like it was made to hide stains.

From atop the comfortable bed, Neva re-adjust herself to get a good look at the tangled mess of Fritz, Ada and Marcelle.

"You awake?" Neva asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"Where are we?" Fritz mumbled, as he gingerly disentangled himself from the pile.

"Brothel. Goddess's Panties or whatever. Can't remember. It's sort of hard to."

"A brothel? Why the hell am I here?" Fritz groaned. "Why the hell are you with me?"

"It was your idea. You wanted to invite us all along. Something about feeling sorry for poor ole' Brenn."

"Me? No way. I need to make sure the city isn't destroyed. Why would I come here?"

"Well drunk you? Don't you remember?"

"Ughhh. No. Nothing at all." Fritz admitted.

"Why'd you start me with the firewater? You should have given me this from the beginning. You were holding out on me." Neva sloshed a half-drunk bottle of absinthe in her hands. "It certainly made my night, and yours." The gray-haired alcoholic wolfkin teased. A smug smile warped the scars upon her cheeks. Shoving Ada off, Fritz started moving Marcelle's tail off of him.

"What happened? We didn't-?"

"Nope. Not even close. Marcelle tried feeding you something weird, and you freaked out. Ada got mixed up with it, and you both fell asleep after some cloud popped out of your hands. Besides.... I wouldn't like it if you got that way with Ada."

Finally freeing himself, Fritz stood up. Blood rushed to his head, as his nausea hit him with full force. The aches of his body stopped momentarily as the world swam. Waiting for the feeling to pass, Fritz opened his eyes and looked down to the strange bruises covering his body.

"Who hit me? I look like I went to a BDSM dungeon."

"Them's two hit you. Brenn did go to their dungeon. Only place they allowed her. Happiest I've ever seen that ant."

"She's here? I thought she was banned." Fritz asked. On the floor next to him, Ada groaned as she shifted on the ground. Her arms found his ankles as she grabbed onto him like a drowning woman.

"Oh yes, she was ecstatic about joining. Even more so when the elector prince forced them to admit her."

"Javert's here? Is Gaspard too?"

"How'd you know?" Neva asked with a smug smile.

"Jesus." Fritz muttered to himself.

"Who's that?"

"Forget it. Let's get out of here with whatever dignity I have left."

"Fair enough. I was tired of babysitting you all. Didn't want someone coming in to take advantage of you."

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"Thanks." Fritz said.

The door to their room exploded open as a badly bruised Brenn teleported to Fritz. The diminutive woman latched onto him with both arms and legs. The sudden weight was too much with Ada wrapped around his ankles. Fritz fell face first into the velvety bed.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! My champion! My lord! My savior!" Brenn squealed. "It was everything I ever wanted. Do you know how long I've waited?! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! When can we come back? Tomorrow? The day after?! They won't let me in without you!"

"Brenn!" Fritz yelped.

"Fritz?!" Ada sat up groggily letting go of Fritz's ankles. "It's bedtime! Get back here!"

"Fun night?" Neva asked Brenn.

"Very! Thank you!" Brenn teleported off onto the foot of the bed. She sat with her legs crossed on the bed. Nasty purple splotches peaked between the folds of her clothes as a dumb happy smile warped her black eye. Finally free, Fritz pushed off the bed standing up.

Another figure positioned himself in the doorway. Gaspard, flanked by four ladies of the night, peeped into Fritz's room. His face was ghastly pale as the woman supported him, helping him stand straight. Nausea swam within the ginger foxkin, yet his nightly companions would not let him fall.

"Champion. Good to see you're alive. I'm gonna get us a healer." He groaned from the doorway before he started shuffling downstairs assisted by a gaggle of women.

"Agghhhh" Marcelle jolted awake screaming. Her purple fingers curled ready to gouge out her enemies eyes. Her head swiveled around the room, before a rush of sickness took hold of her. Retching onto the wooden floor Marcelle's rage suddenly ended. Bits of her long black hair dipped into the edges of the black pool of sickness. "Fritz! I will kill you! Wait! Where are we?"

"What's going on? Where are we?" Ada asked. She rubbed her tired eyes as she looked around the room in confusion.

"Brothel. Brenn brought up the idea as a joke. Fritz agreed." Neva answered matter-of-factly. Wheels started turning in Marcelle's mind.

"You." Marcelle pointed towards Fritz. "You. You. You brought us to a brothel?" Marcelle screeched. From deeper in the brothel another customer yelled in response to the overbearing noise. "I am defiled. Ruined! Unclean! A whore! A filthy raggedy whore!" Marcelle hid her face within her hands as uncontrollable sobs overtook her.

"What's wrong with that?" Brenn shouted from the bed.

"Calm down!" Neva shouted. Marcelle was oblivious as her tail coiled inwards.

"No one will ever love me. No one. My purity is gone! I shall die alone. Unloved and unclean!" Marcelle wailed.

"Shut up girl!" Neva barked, as she got off the bed. "You three didn't even do anything! Nothing happened!" Neva kicked at the despairing lamia.

Marcelle continued on oblivious to everything. A crowd was gathering in the doorway now. Brenn rolled her eyes at Marcelle's display.

"You tried to poison him, and he wasn't even having it. He put you down before you could do anything. Ada got caught in the crossfire. So quiet down you drama queen. You ain't defiled. I watched over all three of you."

"What?" Marcelle asked. Her crying interrupted, she looked up towards Neva.

"Nothing happened?" Ada asked.

"For you three." Neva said. "And me I guess, because I had to babysit you."

"I got lucky. So did Gaspard." Brenn replied cheekily from the bed. Ada frowned as her groggy brain grappled with a stupid question.

"What happens in a brothel?" Ada asked. "They never explain in Grognard's tales."

"Uh...." Fritz rubbed his head as he tried to fight the nausea.

"Brenn stuff, dear." Neva said quickly, silencing the question.

"Yup. Me stuff." Brenn agreed.

"What happened? Did she get in a fight?" Ada asked, pointing towards Brenn. "Is a brothel like a secret fighting ring with pretty women? Is that why ladies of the night often have black eyes? Is that why adventurer's like them? Because they're strong too?"

"Don't worry, we're never coming back." Fritz said. "I've got a long day ahead of me." He griped.

"Cutey! You can't be serious?!" Brenn said as she teleported onto his back. Pulling on his shoulders like a petulant child Fritz did his best to throw off the ratkin and escape the brothel. Bucking her like a wild bronco, something started stirring within his stomach a wave of nausea hit him, causing him to stop.

"He's gonna blow!" Neva shouted.

"What? What?" Brenn asked.

"Don't throw up!" Neva screamed. The feeling wouldn't subside. It ran through him breaking like a raging river that destroys everything in it's path. The muscles of his stomach seized up, as his sense of balance fell away. Brenn teleported away back onto the bed as Fritz toppled over. Erupting like Mount Vesuvius, Fritz's head hit the floor. Vomit spewed forth, soaking him like sudden rain. Marcelle and Ada dodged as the smell of black vomit filled the room.

"Get the windows open!" Marcelle screeched.

"Fritz! Is he poisoned?!" Ada asked.

Fritz stared absentmindedly at the ceiling of the room, feeling filthy, but strangely good.

"Ah Champion! There you are!" Javert called from the doorway. Beside him two large muscular men helped the elector prince walk. His face scrunched up in disgust as he looked at him. "My brother is getting a healer. Don't move. Freye's priests will fix you right up."

Fritz gave him a thumb's up as he conjured a towel and started trying to clean himself. Javert's eyes caught Brenn. His face distorted in disgust as he saw her bruised face.

"Don't let her walk around." The elector prince pointed at Brenn. "I don't want the rabble thinking you beat your harem. Keep that stuff hidden. It makes everyone look bad. Take me home boys."

"Yes, my lord." The two shirtless muscular beastkin said as they led the limping prince out of the brothel.

Fritz stared at the ceiling, wishing a god would strike him from existence as chaos reigned around him.