<strong>7pm: Fucking@Home Oral Session</strong><br/><br/>Nazoli picked up what the young man was looking for: someone to guide him through the sexual experience without being overly patronizing about his inexperience. That, and physically he was particularly sensitive just behind the glans. Armed with this information it was simple enough to give him what he wanted.<br/><br/>The young man tensed up and bucked his hips involuntarily as Nazoli pushed him nearer and nearer the edge. "Oh-oh!" And then he was spurting inside her mouth.<br/><br/>"Thanks miss, I really enjoyed that. Do you mind if I come again sometime?"<br/><br/><em>2 CR + 2 CR tip earned! 5/5 stars! Repeat customer unlocked!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Scoring</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tipping: +0% at money shot result 10, +100% at money shot result 20<br/>Money shot result 16 = +60% tips (rounded down) = +1 CR<br/>Successful sense motive: tip increased by one step<br/>Final tip: +2 CR<br/></div></div><br/><br/><strong>10pm: Fucking@Home, Vaginal Session</strong><br/><br/>If it was any consolation, the foot long was shared between the two women, so Nazoli only had six inches which was more reasonable for her to handle. On the other hand, her client in her intoxicated state took that reasonableness as an excuse to hilt the toy inside her on every thrust. Luckily, that same intoxicated state made Nazoli's fake orgasms seem real enough. "That'sh right! Cum for me baby!" After Nazoli's third faked orgasm the woman arched her own back in pleasure and rammed as deep as she could go one last time.<br/><br/>Nazoli could recognize the signs of climax, not least of which was the dildo... throbbing... and shooting something warm and sticky inside her!?<br/><br/>When the woman pulled out, Nazoli had a chance to inspect the toy again - it wasn't your everyday piece of solid rubber, but contained a tube to shoot mystery liquids into unwitting partners. Somebody's idea of a practical joke... Her client was too drunk to acknowledge or deny anything if questioned. It was a wonder at all that she managed to redress herself before she left.<br/><br/>(Fort save DC 10 to avoid... stuff.)<br/><br/><em>5 CR + 3 CR tip earned! 4/5 stars!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">These rolls lol</div><div class="spoiler_body">Opposed Sense Motive: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109221)<br/>Mishap: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109222)<br/><br/>Tipping: +0% at money shot result 10, +100% at money shot result 20<br/>Money shot result 14 (did you remember to add +1 from streetwalker outfit? Not that it'll change the result in this case) = +40% tips (rounded down) = +2 CR<br/>Successful bluff: tip increased by one step<br/>Final tip: +3 CR<br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>12:30am: Aeternal Aegis</strong><br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POHscfRZty8<br/><br/>The Red Shift District was in full swing. Walking down the streets Nazoli passed by drunken bar hoppers staggering between drinking holes and whores conducting their business with johns in the semi-privacy of back alleys. Neon lights advertised clubs and brothels, the most popular of which still had lines of hopeful would-be patrons extending outside even at this hour. The Aeternal Aegis, logo sporting a shield like an ancient coat of arms, had a line of men outside, but as Nazoli approached the bouncers looked over her streetwalker outfitted self and waved her inside without a fuss.<br/><br/>Inside electronic beats blared loudly enough to make her heart pound. The establishment's interior was in the theme of a middle age temple of a martial deity. The decor had metal swords and shields hanging from stone walls above wooden furniture, with serving wenches walking about in fetishized latex nun outfits, bartenders dressed up in cleric vestments and bouncers armored up like paladins. Strobe lights illuminated a central open<strong>dance floor</strong>packed with gyrating, grinding bodies, surrounded by<strong>tables</strong>against the walls. In the dark corners were tiny, discreet confession-booth-like<strong>booths</strong>for private business. A<strong>bar</strong>took up one end of the premises, and there was a second floor for VIPs, the<strong>stairs up</strong>to which were blocked by a paladin bouncer, that overlooked the first one below.