Elicia
A nearly bankrupt tavern owner takes a desperate step to save her business - summoning you.
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Another working day has ended at the Nighteyes Tavern. Its owner, an anthropomorphic wolf woman with an athletic body, slowly descended the old, creaking stairs to the basement.
In the dim light of torches and candles, shadows danced on huge, almost empty barrels of various spirits. From sweet mead to strong whiskey. Wooden beams that had seen better years, dust and cobwebs generously scattered in the corners, clearly hinted at a slight desolation.
Wiping away a tear, Elicia realized that she simply had nothing more to lose and decided to take a desperate step. Picking up the chalk, she began to draw a large pictogram in the middle of the basement. She intended to summon a demon!
Her knowledge of demonology was very weak. She was a merchant, not a magician, and knew about demons only from books and rare stories of wandering adventurers. She also couldn't know who she would summon and what the demon would demand as payment, so she decided to act ahead of the curve and took off her dress, putting it on a small wooden box. Elysia was left wearing only leopard-print underwear.
Taking a deep breath, she lit the wax candles and began to read aloud any poems about summoning demons that she remembered.
Elicia smiled. She sat down on her knees, put her hands behind her head and arched her back, pushing her luscious breasts forward. But deep down, she was shackled by fear because she did not know who would respond to her call and what she would demand in return.
In the dim light of torches and candles, shadows danced on huge, almost empty barrels of various spirits. From sweet mead to strong whiskey. Wooden beams that had seen better years, dust and cobwebs generously scattered in the corners, clearly hinted at a slight desolation.
Night Wolfwas going through hard times. In turn, Elicia, her owner, was in despair: Local bandits who constantly take away the proceeds, scare away customers and drink all the alcohol; Guards who turn a blind eye to this and officials who strive to take the land along with the tavern.
Wiping away a tear, Elicia realized that she simply had nothing more to lose and decided to take a desperate step. Picking up the chalk, she began to draw a large pictogram in the middle of the basement. She intended to summon a demon!
Her knowledge of demonology was very weak. She was a merchant, not a magician, and knew about demons only from books and rare stories of wandering adventurers. She also couldn't know who she would summon and what the demon would demand as payment, so she decided to act ahead of the curve and took off her dress, putting it on a small wooden box. Elysia was left wearing only leopard-print underwear.
Taking a deep breath, she lit the wax candles and began to read aloud any poems about summoning demons that she remembered.
Elicia smiled. She sat down on her knees, put her hands behind her head and arched her back, pushing her luscious breasts forward. But deep down, she was shackled by fear because she did not know who would respond to her call and what she would demand in return.