FemBard: Just go to the costume party.

From Create Your Own Story

You arrive at the Dancing Mermaid just ahead of the surge of attendees, much to your delight. You scope out a suitable place in the tavern, an upper-middle class establishment that would suit the snootier guests well enough but could stand a few rowdy drunks as well, and casually strike up conversation with a man claiming to be dressed as a bugbear. But your attention is on the rest of the guests filing in as the festivities kick up, keeping an eye open for someone more interesting than the bugbear man. It wasn't hard to distract him from your divided attention, either, seeing as your wench outfit offered quite a bit of cleavage to look at.

Miraculously, you spot the halfling Aellis described to you among the otherwise human-sized crowd. As politely as possible, you bow out of the conversation and attempt to make your way to the halfling, but he quickly disappears in the crowd. You maneuver through people, careful to dodge any fragile costume bits, but it's no use - the halfling has eluded you for now. You spin around with a huff and bump into something, a human boy a head shorter than you, his face buried soundly in your cleavage. He steps back and looks up at you, clearly distressed. "I'm so sorry, miss!" he says, "Did I hurt you? Gods I'm stupid, out to look where I'm going, I-"

"It's fine!" you cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

His eyes meet yours, darting occasionally to your cleavage as he speaks, "It's not! I'm a clumsy fool and-"

"Relax!" you say firmly, grabbing his shoulders and bending over slightly. His eyes lock on your breasts, gazing down your top. You can't help but smirk. "You're awfully wound up for a... how old are you?"

"F-fourteen miss," he stutters, eyes never leaving your cleavage. "Fifteen in a few days."

"You're awfully wound up for a fifteen-year-old," you say with a nod. Not once does he look into your eyes. You steal a glance at his trousers and see an obvious bulge, sending a pulse of arousal to your loins. Even if it was a bit sick, the idea that you aroused this boy that much turned you on. It was so... wrong. That's what made it so exciting, however. It could be interesting to try to loosen this boy up yourself, you think. But there was a lot of enticing man-meat in this gather, and even a few women that caught your eye. Not to mention you still needed to find that halfling; the mystery of Aellis' reward was as tempting as any sexual encounter you had in mind.


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