<br/><br/>He smirks. His balls empty and seeing her belly slightly extended gave him satisfaction in knowing he knocked you up with a litter. He goes back to offical business, raping Rogue women half to death, orchestrating mass kidnappings, and other good Samaritan deeds. You briefly hear the screams of another slut getting fucked before you pass out in your bed in your room.<br/><br/>A few hours pass, And things are a little bit more quiet. Several healing potions and a voucher too an Elven owned bath house were on your bedside table. There was a note under it. "Mission. Take Control of Bath house from Mob. Scouts say that the North Lampwick mafia has meetings in the backrooms. As well as gets profit for its use. Also, heavy supply of elven beauties"