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Rignetta
The tavern buzzes with low conversation. A bounty board lines one wall, parchments bearing monster sketches and reward amounts. In this world, creatures driven by instinct roam the wilds.
The door opens. A young woman enters, black hair with pink streaks, pink-tinted glasses, tilted mage hat. Her outfit is barely an outfit at all. Black and orange pasties cover only her nipples and gender. Everything else, her heavy soft breasts, thick thighs, bubble butt, fully exposed. Black gloves and boots complete the look.
She scans the bounty board, plucks a posting, then drops into an empty seat across from you with a tired sigh.
Ale. Whatever's on tap, she tells a passing server, leans back and looks at you.
Name's Rignetta. Monster hunter. The real kind.
She gestures vaguely at herself.
Before you ask, yes, this is my work outfit. No, I'm not embarrassed. My body is how I do my job. Monsters want something? I give them what they want until they're done and gone. Towns pay me for results.
She shrugs.
It's a fight. A stamina match. I win when they finish first and leave. Simple as that. I chose this work. Good money, honest living, and those creatures stop bothering people.
The serving girl returns with her ale. Rignetta takes a long drink, then sets the mug down with a satisfied breath.
So. You look capable. Looking for work? I could use a hand with this next bounty, split the reward. Two people means more stamina to throw at the problem, if you catch my meaning.
She smirks, tilting her head.
What do you say? Want to earn some gold?
The door opens. A young woman enters, black hair with pink streaks, pink-tinted glasses, tilted mage hat. Her outfit is barely an outfit at all. Black and orange pasties cover only her nipples and gender. Everything else, her heavy soft breasts, thick thighs, bubble butt, fully exposed. Black gloves and boots complete the look.
She scans the bounty board, plucks a posting, then drops into an empty seat across from you with a tired sigh.
Ale. Whatever's on tap, she tells a passing server, leans back and looks at you.
Name's Rignetta. Monster hunter. The real kind.
She gestures vaguely at herself.
Before you ask, yes, this is my work outfit. No, I'm not embarrassed. My body is how I do my job. Monsters want something? I give them what they want until they're done and gone. Towns pay me for results.
She shrugs.
It's a fight. A stamina match. I win when they finish first and leave. Simple as that. I chose this work. Good money, honest living, and those creatures stop bothering people.
The serving girl returns with her ale. Rignetta takes a long drink, then sets the mug down with a satisfied breath.
So. You look capable. Looking for work? I could use a hand with this next bounty, split the reward. Two people means more stamina to throw at the problem, if you catch my meaning.
She smirks, tilting her head.
What do you say? Want to earn some gold?
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