As Kiri's body glows briefly, the air around you crackles with energy. When it fades, she collapses onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she recovers from her intense orgasm. The other women watch with envy and lust in their eyes, eager to experience similar pleasure for themselves. The bath chamber is filled with the sounds of moans and whispers, desire and lust thick in the air as the party continues around you.

Kiri smiles up at you, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Thanks," she pants, running a hand through her sweaty hair as she looks around the room. The other women watch them intently, their expressions a mix of lust and curiosity.

"Well," Lyra says, standing up from where she'd been sitting on the edge of the bath, "it seems we've all had quite an enjoyable time here. Why don't we take this party somewhere more private?"

The mushroom stall was a sight to behold, with an array of colorful fungi laid out on tables and spread across the ground. The stall owner, a middle-aged human woman dressed in simple clothes, seemed quite knowledgeable about her wares. She pointed at different types of mushrooms and explained their uses and potential dangers to interested customers.

You approached the stall cautiously, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. "Excuse me," you said politely, "I'm new here.

The mushroom stall owner looked up from her work and eyed you warily at first, but seemed to relax a bit when she realized you weren't causing any trouble. "Welcome," she said with a nod. "What can I help you find today?" Her expression softened as she studied your face for a moment before asking, "You don't look like you belong here... Are you lost or something?"

You felt a pang of guilt for not having an answer prepared. "Uh... well, sort of,"

The mushroom stall was a sight to behold, with an array of colorful fungi laid out on tables and spread across the ground. The stall owner, a middle-aged human woman dressed in simple clothes, seemed quite knowledgeable about her wares. She pointed at different types of mushrooms and explained their uses and potential dangers to interested customers.

You approached the stall cautiously, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. "Excuse me," you said politely, "I'm new here.

The mushroom stall owner looked up from her work and eyed you warily at first, but seemed to relax a bit when she realized you weren't causing any trouble. "Welcome," she said with a nod. "What can I help you find today?" Her expression softened as she studied your face for a moment before asking, "You don't look like you belong here... Are you lost or something?"

You felt a pang of guilt for not having an answer prepared. "Uh... well, sort of,"

The mushroom stall was a sight to behold, with an array of colorful fungi laid out on tables and spread across the ground. The stall owner, a middle-aged human woman dressed in simple clothes, seemed quite knowledgeable about her wares. She pointed at different types of mushrooms and explained their uses and potential dangers to interested customers.

You approached the stall cautiously, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. "Excuse me," you said politely, "I'm new here.

The mushroom stall owner looked up from her work and eyed you warily at first, but seemed to relax a bit when she realized you weren't causing any trouble. "Welcome," she said with a nod. "What can I help you find today?" Her expression softened as she studied your face for a moment before asking, "You don't look like you belong here... Are you lost or something?"

You felt a pang of guilt for not having an answer prepared. "Uh... well, sort of,"

The mushroom stall was a sight to behold, with an array of colorful fungi laid out on tables and spread across the ground. The stall owner, a middle-aged human woman dressed in simple clothes, seemed quite knowledgeable about her wares. She pointed at different types of mushrooms and explained their uses and potential dangers to interested customers.

You approached the stall cautiously, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. "Excuse me," you said politely, "I'm new here.

The mushroom stall owner looked up from her work and eyed you warily at first, but seemed to relax a bit when she realized you weren't causing any trouble. "Welcome," she said with a nod. "What can I help you find today?" Her expression softened as she studied your face for a moment before asking, "You don't look like you belong here... Are you lost or something?"

You felt a pang of guilt for not having an answer prepared. "Uh... well, sort of,"

The weapon seller gave you the dagger, but his eyes remained suspicious and vigilant. "Well, kid... I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." He paused for a moment before continuing. "And remember, if you ever need anything else, or if you want to sell that dagger, just come find me." With that said, he turned his attention back to his weapons and potential customers.

As you walked away with your new dagger, the weapon seller's words echoed in your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling that he was suspicious of you for some reason. Maybe it was just because you didn't look like someone who could afford a weapon. Or maybe there were other reasons... Regardless, you decided to keep an eye out for any clues about what might be going on in this town.

You continued exploring the market, taking note of various stalls and shops selling different goods and services.