Even while putting his clothes back on, the man started getting hard again watching Yazhu lick up his cum. "Damn... Cutie-Pie, is it? I'm Marcius... do you do the Blower's Alley special as well? I'll be sure to drop by next time!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next morning...<br/><br/>Sandra, as a junior cleric of Abadar, had priestly obligations at the temple during the day. Shalelu was the shy, introverted type who avoided crowded places like the market as much as possible. So Yazhu, Ameiko and Baihu headed for the market at the crossroads between Dragon Street and Blowers' Alley at first light, though the kitsune made it clear that she just happened to be heading the same way and wasn't actually joining the other two. The unofficial center of Tientown, the market consisted of a dense collection of individual tent-covered stalls - most of them unlicensed and technically illegal, but they paid their protection fees to the criminal underworld which in turn kept the city watch away - raised up every morning and put down every night.<br/><br/>The market offered an exotic selection of all manner of goods - foods and spices, oils and liquors, papers and fabrics, charms and trinkets, alchemical ingredients and spell components, to name a few - many of them imported from Tian Xia. Yazhu and company were in the middle of navigating their way through the crowd when the grandma who ran a popular pork bun stall shrieked, "Thief!" at the top of her shrill voice and shook her gnarly fist at the back of a figure who broke into a run through the crowd, rudely shoving people aside to do so. "I'm on it!" the white-haired foxgirl shouted out as she took off after the thief.<br/><br/>"There she goes," Ameiko sighed, and continued on towards their destination - the stall that sold massage oils and incenses. Strangely, there was even more of a crowd there than usual, and they were becoming increasingly agitated. "What's going on?" she asked one of them.<br/><br/>"Haven't you heard?" the person - a madam of one of the houses of pleasure, from her looks - shot back. "The caravan of oils was robbed and less than half the wares made it! The whole of Blowers' Alley is out here trying to buy what's left, but Fat Choy, that blackhearted old coot - may his dick rot and fall off - snatched up the whole lot and won't resell for less than five times the usual cost! Five!" Surely enough at the center of the commotion, an old, fat merchant was being yelled at by multiple madams but refusing to budge an inch. Some caved and paid the ripoff price, others walked away indignantly without buying anything. The merchant's private guards had their hands full keeping the crowd at bay. Meanwhile , the city watch was gathering reinforcements at the edge of the market, fearing a riot, and in turn underworld thugs were showing up keeping an eye on them.<br/><br/>"This could turn ugly real quick," Ameiko murmured. "Let's get out of here." They quickly left the market, Baihu rejoining them on the way out munching on a steaming pork bun with two more to share.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>That afternoon, Ameiko called a meeting of Purple Dragon girls. She explained the situation: the shortage of massage oil and the price-gouging but unfortunately not illegal behaviour of the merchant. "I don't need to say that our margins will be cut to almost nothing if we have to buy oil at that price. Now, girls, I want to hear your ideas."<br/><br/>Sandra spoke up first, offering Abadar's wisdom. "We can cut down on the amount of oil we use per session, and also offer some alternatives to massages that don't need oil, like blowjobs or even straight-up sex if we have to. I'm not saying it will be easy, but we should be able to make it until the next shipment comes in and the shortage ends."<br/><br/>"Screw that," Baihu cut in. "Fat Choy's fucking us hard workers over while he wallows in luxury like a pig. Well, fuck him too! I say we break in at night and just take the oil for ourselves. What gives him the right to fatten himself while we starve?"<br/><br/>Ameiko looked at Shalelu, but the tiefling shyly shook her head. The catfolk proprietress moved on to Yazhu. "What do you think Yazhu?" All eyes and ears turned towards her, waiting for her opinion on the matter.