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AktWomen.package View File Die Schönheit in Schwarz und Weiß. Ein Traum für jeden modernen Sim-Mann. Fotostudios für sinnliche Bilder, sehen mit diesen Schmuckstücken besonders gut aus;) 💋 ---- 💋 Dies ist mein zweiter Versuch. Vielen Dank für das Herunterladen. ❤️ Kann ich etwas besser machen? Submitter Tiadoma12 Submitted 01/30/2020 Category Objects Requires Base Game
Why does every little thing I ever try to do in life have to end in such breathtaking failure. I guess maybe the Divines have some kind of grudge against me? Why else, on my first day here would I end up mostly naked, working in another Gods Damned brothel? I thought I was leaving Anvil to get away from exactly this! Maybe you were right Micah. Maybe I should have stayed. Divines I miss you right now. At least it's quiet. For now anyway. Of course it's only mid afternoon... I think? It's so foggy outside it could be the dead of night for all I know. Freyda tells me business'll pick up come evening, but I'm honestly okay with this. I know she's not expecting a lot from me, but she's doing me a huge favor, so I should probably put at least a little effort in... I guess. Even this early The Flowing Bowl would have been... well, overflowing with customers. Of course we were right off the docks and sailors in port didn't really care what time it was. I remember one time Micah woke me before sun up because a young, freshly docked sailor came in looking for more companionship than any single girl could provide... I smile as I think back, but only for a moment. Dibella's Tits Thora! NO! You do NOT get to be nostalgic for your days as a whore. That's exactly the wrong way to feel about that! I decide to start sweeping. It's quiet work and my mind is free to wander. I while away the next couple hours imagining what it'll be like when I've been accepted into the college. And then I'll travel this province from west to east, paying my way with my lute, encountering adventure and intrigue at every turn. Of course I'll need to buy a new bow, and maybe a sword. Hmm... I guess I can work odd jobs while I'm in Solitude. After a couple hours of keeping our patrons safe from the ravages of dust and dirt, one of the other girls approaches me. Her name is Barbara, a fellow Nord, and she asks if I have time to take a break with her. I must look rather dour because she tells me she has something that'll make me feel a whole lot better. It had better not be Skooma. I'm not dealing with that shit again. I'm curious but it's really cold outside. She disappears for a moment and returns with a couple of coats. She tells me I should thank Adria later, and we head outside to the terrace. Even with the hood up I'm still chilled, but at least it's tolerable. Barbara calls it Tundra Grass, because apparently it's grown down near Whiterun, and it's amazing. When I'd smoked Skooma it was always so harsh on my throat but this is a lot smoother. I can feel my worries and troubles just floating away with each drag. I don't even really notice the chill anymore. We spend some time getting to know each other. It seems Barbara grew up in the Markarth warrens and was selling her body by the time she was fifteen to help take care of her ailing mother. I can't help but feel for her. She tells me once her mother passed, she traveled up to Solitude with one of the Kajhit caravans. When she mentions working at a place called The Winking Skeever I laugh out loud. Now that sounds like the name of a Brothel if I've ever heard one! It isn't long before I'm telling her my sad story. How I was born near Bruma and lived there with my parents until they were executed for Talos worship. The Thalmor didn't much care what happened to an eight year old girl so I was cast off into the wilderness and left to fend for myself. There's so much more to tell, but we don't have much time left so I agree that we'll talk more later. Before I start working again, I decide it's time to eat. The cuisine isn't anything spectacular, but to my starving stomach the cooked beef and bread might just be the finest dining known to Nirn. Somehow I made it through the first half of my day here. Barbara was a major help. Well, Barbara and her drugs. They were both great! Looks like more people are filing in. I suppose when I'm done eating I'd better start helping take orders.
17th of Last Seed, After two months at sea, we'd finally reached Solitude. Hungry and tired, without a copper to my name, it would all be worth it once I passed through the doors and into the Bard's College. I'd dreamt of today for nearly a year now! Of course, the thick blanket of fog hadn't been part of that dream... Skyrim was supposed to be beautiful and I couldn't even appreciate it. And did it have to be so damn cold? My parents never mentioned that. No matter. Once I arrived in Solitude... Um... I had thought I was disembarking in Solitude, but I couldn't see a damn thing through the fog. The city gate could have been right at the end of the dock and I'd never have known. I'd have to ask for directions. This was okay though! Everything was fine. So, the men on the docks had been absolutely no help! They'd just leered at me like they'd never seen a woman before! Oblivion take the bastards, I decided I could find the city just fine on my own and set off. I followed the road for what felt like hours, cutting my way through the fog. I swore I could hear the sounds of the city above me, but with the fog I might have walked right by the entry and not even realized. I was growing colder and hungrier by the minute, cursing my parents and the romanticized tales they'd told of our homeland. I began to wonder if I'd gone the wrong way and thought about turning back, but I noticed a building further up the path... Desperate for warmth, I decided to duck inside for a bit. Perhaps I'd find someone inside a bit more respectable than those lechers at the docks... The Kinky Princess. How quaint, and if The Divines appreciated irony, how fitting. Somehow it figured I'd leave the brothel in Anvil behind just to end up in another one my first day here. When the wench approached to ask if I needed anything, I just shook my head. It wasn't like I had any coin. Instead I asked if I might speak to the owner. If nothing else, I could at least get directions to Solitude. It couldn't be that far. If the Eight were on my side, perhaps I could even come out of this with a free meal. A young Redguard woman, quite lovely in fact, came to the counter to speak with me. Turns out the owner was rarely here but Freyda ran the establishment in his stead. I explained my circumstances to her and asked if there was anything she could do to help me out, one woman to another. She told me I'd be better off waiting until tomorrow. It was apparently a bit of a hike and dressed as I was, in addition to the fog, I might freeze before I made it there. When I asked about food and drink, she just looked at me apologetically and said there wasn't a lot she could do. I guess the owner paid really close attention to the coin and things were likely to go badly for her if she started just giving away food. Unsure about what I'd do next I was about to leave when she called back to me. Freyda explained that she couldn't just give me food, but that if I were to help out around here, she could pay me. It seemed she'd lost a girl just a few days ago so there was an opening. She must have seen the look in my eye, because she was quick to assure me I wouldn't have to bend over or spread my legs for anybody. She just needed me to clean up, and maybe help serve drinks later. My stomach reluctantly agreed to her proposal before she explained the catch. There's always a catch. I would have to wear their skimpy outfit, and she also asked me to take off my eyepatch and arrange my hair to cover my bad eye. Even though nobody would be buying me I guess there were still appearances to maintain. When I agreed again, she pointed to a room where I could change out of my clothes. I didn't really mind showing skin. I mean I'd been a whore my last six months in Anvil, but I still wasn't thrilled about this. I'd come here to leave that life behind, to start a new. At least this was only for today. Tomorrow, things would be different...