New day brings new opportunities, and they, in turn, will bring profit. At least Marianne really wanted to believe in it, because yesterday brought only disappointment ... Well, almost only disappointment. Repair and washing of her clothes, and most importantly, the replenishment of the stock of arrows, "ate" all her yesterday's profit for this damn march on undead. In the end, there was only extra profit from Rikbit. The girl mentally returned to the event of the night before, scrolling through his head several times, recalling the strong hands of the warrior, that they unceremoniously placed her in the way that man wanted.
- “Mmm, and maybe it was worth it in advance to determine the price? After all, he would certainly have given more. And the tablet is now there, I wonder what will happen when it is ten? "

With these thoughts, she got to the right place, an inn. In general, there were three places where groups usually gathered for the next raid, as the players put it — the main square of the city, an inn and a brothel. Marianna immediately decided to dwell on the second version, she did not like the brothel because of the abundance of half-naked girls, always with a sweet smile on her face, most of which were players. For the first time realizing this, Marianna decided that they simply do not shine in life with beauty, so at least here they will feel male attention. Otherwise, why else? She did not like the square because of the leaders of the groups, and indeed because of the atmosphere. Having walked there a little bit at first time, having listened to the conversations, the girl reluctantly joined anyone, even though there were enough offers. She could not express her fears with a clear thought, but something suggested that there was nothing to catch here. That left only one option.

Quickly appreciating the presence in the hall, she went to the knight with better armor, obviously knows how to make money.
- Hello. Are you not going to raid? An archer would have been useful to you, - Marianna immediately threw out a sentence.
The knight ran over her, down, to his feet, and up, slipping on the lush neckline and sharp elf ears. After half a minute of deliberation, he finally handed down the verdict:
- Maybe you will come in handy, we will soon go to one place ...
- And what about the reward? How much will I get?
The man fell silent, looking at the interlocutor in a new way.
- Approximately 80 silver each.
Quickly scoring the required amount in the calculator, the girl came to a terrifying conclusion - about the same money that Kurt gave her yesterday.
- No, I'm not satisfied, I need more.
- Everyone needs more, but so much will get everything in my party, and in any other here.
- I just take the whole amount of arrows only, and suddenly the clothes will be torn. I need a better offer. I saw the broadcast, as the girls got much more with a couple of strokes of the staff.

The knight sat barely restraining a smile, although his mouth was leaving him wider and wider. But to hold out for a long time he did not succeed and he screamed loudly. But laughing, he remembered the existence of Marianna.
- Holy naivety, - He wiped tears from his eyes, - Well, all right, he laughed heartily, so I’ll unload such a naked noob like you. Nobody will give you money as long as you don't imagine anything. You walk, you complete quests, you are wet in the marshes, you beat your forehead in caves, you fight monsters and you have enough revenue to cover your expenses, or even pay extra. But you get experience in your Nubov's head, or you get some passive effects, which makes you stronger and more effective. And this experience allows you to cope with more complex quests, for which give more money and with which more will remain. And in the end, after many attempts, and if your head is cooking, you start making money on the game. And nothing else.Although there is another option - he pointed to two prostitutes who sat on the player’s lap at another table - the principle is the same, the more you work, the more you will eventually have, just do not need to buy arrows and the dress will not tear, because you will not have it. Instead of equipment you lose your reputation. And change the look, for God's sake, look ridiculous.

- What's wrong with the look? - for some reason, the last remark stung the most previous.
- The woman who decided to play elf, just unexpectedly. Yes, even the watermelons hung myself, along with the eyes, apples, and lips ... I pondered everything that seemed sexual, but didn’t even think how it looks in general. And most importantly there are plenty of these, apparently you have seen this image somewhere. In general, work on it.
At the end of the conversation and Marianne went further. After asking a few more players, the girl made sure that the knight did not lie, everywhere the offer was about the same, which means that she would be hunchbacked in this game, as in the second job. The sad prospect, which categorically did not suit her. And the longer she thought about it, the more often she returned to the screen the begun achievement. Progress 1/10. In principle, a start was made, and it was pretty good, and this is just a game, and the appearance is fictional. Closing an internal protest with such persuasion, Marianna got into the Internet, to learn more about the issue, since it could be done without leaving the game. Conveniently.

The priestesses of love, they are also prostitutes, dwelt in, if not paradoxically, brothels and taverns, and paid a percentage of the money earned by the institution. About this knight did not say, one more minus. Yes, and immediately catch other players was somehow scary. Need to find a simpler option.
“The guards,” she found one note, “pay little even by the standards of the non-writers, but always agree to the offer to retire, and they immediately issue a quest.” Hmm, why not?
Since the prepaid time is not infinite, the girl did not postpone the case, going to the private room, she left all the extra equipment, she did not need. Coming out of the tavern, she went in search of some deserted alley, where there is a guard, but the players do not go. And finally, this place was found. A lone inscription stood with a quite secluded alley, and there was no one else around, the player had nothing to do here, while the other non-inscriptions apparently went to sleep.

“He’s just a program, you give a command, she reacts, go ahead.”
The girl walked confidently to the guard:
- Hello.
“Good evening,” he answered in the standard way.
- Do not want to retire? - Marianne already closed one eye, as if waiting for a strike.
“If only quickly, I'm on guard,” he nodded toward the alley, “I would check your mouth.”

Blowjob so blowjob. Having departed to the right place, the guard immediately unbuckled his belt and waited. Marianne realized that the rest should be done to her. Going down on her knees, she freed a member from her pants and began to work quickly with her hand, bringing him to the desired state. It did not take a lot of time and now a thick phallus, a virtual fat phallus belonging to the lines of the code, was sticking out in front of her face. Grasping the barrel tightly with one hand, the girl plunged her head into her mouth and began to move violently, trying to finish the job as quickly as possible. After some time, she herself felt dizzy from the speed taken, it seems that the game is able to simulate sensations, but it’s not in a hurry to finish the inscription itself, it just began to breathe louder. Then the girl connected the tongue to the case, tickling the tip of the head with it, and with her second hand she began to massage the testicles. The guard had to like it, he began to breathe even louder and moved his hips, helping the newly minted prostitute to satisfy him. Finally it was possible, Marianne felt her mouth fill with sperm, and the man jerked sharply, trying to drive her dick deeper. When at last the stream dried up, the girl recoiled by swallowing the entire contents of the mouth and wiped off with her fingers everything that did not get into her mouth.

“Good,” the guard held out his hand for payment, and when the deal was completed, he began to fasten the belt.
The girl, meanwhile, took up counting.
“Fifteen silver is how much?” One and a half dollars? I feel raped. ”
“I’ll have my shift over soon, and we and the guys are going to poke around the warehouse nearby if you want ...”