Fallen :Me and Warr:

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Exela sighed as she finally finished the last of the dishes for the night and hung up her apron. She sighed again when she walked by the kitchen mirror and saw herself in the skimpy frilled outfit that all of Dom's waitresses had to wear. The skirt didn't even cover her ass, so if she bent over she would flash anyone looking in her general direction. The bustier was pretty much only there to make them look thinner, and plump up their breasts. Her already ample bosom strained against the fabric, and it had torn the strings on several occasions, falling out before the entire tavern. Of course Dom took the cost of her uniform out of her pay, adding to the seemingly never ending line of debts that mortals all seemed doomed to accrue. After saying bye to her friends she stepped outside to get some fresh air, and stretch her wings. Of all Dom's waitresses, she was the most exotic, and he bragged consistently how she was his cash cow. It was true. Men came from all over to see the fallen angel. And it had made the bastard rich. Because of course they all stayed for drinks to see if they could woo the angelic beauty. They all wanted a turn with her. Unfortunately, more often than not, she couldn't afford to not let them have a turn....sometimes two.

"There you are sweetcheeks!" Exela groaned at the sound of Dom's voice. The fat fuck never missed a chance to belittle her and remind her of how he practically owned her.

"What do you want Dom?" She said, eager to be rid of him.

"Now now baby. That's no way to talk to your employer! Especially after you broke all of those plates today!" She spun on him angrily.

"You can't blame me for that you son of a bitch! Those fucking Orks were so drunk they shit on their own stools! Fucking charge them not me!" She wanted to punch him in his slimy face, but held back barely out of self-preservation.

"Tsk tsk dear. Sorry. But I can't start charging patrons for stuff like that! It's bad business. You're just gonna have to pay for it out of your salary again. Later toots!" He said with a sadistic laugh and a wave as he walked back into the store. Once the door was closed she grabbed a rock and threw it at the door with a snarl. But her anger died. She knew it was gonna happen. It always did. Every month he did the same thing. Found ways to charge all his girls salaries to keep them from leaving. And just like every other month, she and half the girls would have to make ends meet the same way they always did. She slipped her hooded shawl over her shoulders to hide her features and headed next door. The Virgin's Blush, the towns biggest and most popular brothel. She used the back entrance like always and slipped inside to avoid anyone noticing her. After checking in with the manager she headed to her private room. It worked like an inn, she rented a room for a portion of her earnings, and she always earned.

"Everyone wants a turn..." She sighed as she started a shower to clean off the stink of the tavern. It wouldn't be long before her first customer showed up, and she had to make good time if she was gonna make ends meet.

 

[Warr]

Who could honestly pass up the opportunity to take ones sexual frustrations on a fallen angel? The very act was something along the lines of...well, ludicrous. But with times like these, one couldn't just pass it up. And so, the very first customer of the day would be one of the...ahem...larger ones, in both senses.

The man was a towering brute, his scales platinum colored and the other half black and with enormous horns that curled toward his back. His claws were large, his fangs were sharp and serrated, and his eyes shined like blood in the brothels light. He was small enough to enter the building, but large enough to tower over the others. Two large, membranous wings stuck out from his back, and a large, thick tail snaked out behind him.

"May I help you, sir?"

"I come for some time with the angel." The dragon creature boomed, his voice deep and forboding, enough to make the very structure around them to rumble. "I'm sure monetary value isn't an issue."

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Exela extended her wings out fully from her back. They were pure white like her hair, save for the tips of some of her feathers were deep brown and tan. Her hair had the same aesthetic, various tips being dark brown and tan rather than straight white. She raised them up to keep them out of the water and slid into the tub. The hot water spread it's heat through her body like a furnace, relaxing her muscles and easing her tension. But most importantly it washed away a whole days worth of grime and tavern filth. She never needed to take a bath before she fell, Angels couldn't be tainted by such things as grime. It was hard to explain, but they simply didn't get dirty. So she'd never known how relaxing a hot bath could be until she fell. It didn't balance the shameful life she had to live at all, but it was one of a few little pleasures that made her existence bearable. She was suddenly pulled out of her sleep by the red candle on the wall lighting. That meant a customer was on his way. She sighed and raised herself out of the tub before toweling herself off and moving to the vanity.

She had only just finished running a comb through her hair and putting on a nearly see-through lace nighty, when the door opened. With a quiet sigh she put on a smile and turned around in her seat, crossing her legs and leaning against the back of the chair to accentuate her figure. She had to keep a straight face to hide her slight anxiety. Her patron was a dragon, and a large one. He was a hulking wall of scaled muscle. The softer areas of his skin bulged with thick veins and tight, corded muscles. He had to be two feet taller than her easily, and she could only imagine that he was equally impressive in all his features. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad if all her clients were like this one. At least he was nice to look at.

"Hey there friend. How may I be of service?"