The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Maid
Aurle was right, somehow. I did enjoy being a maid, well, as much as I could enjoy anything at this point. The maid outfits were thin and revealing, but with some effort, I settled it over the Sunpurge without igniting it. At the very least, it was infinitely better than the hell I'd been living.
The Foxkin showed me around the entire day, kindly teaching and demonstrating the various tasks we were required to perform. They ranged from dusting the walls to serving food at mealtimes. Guests, guards, and aristocrats gave us orders, like fetching tea from the kitchen or taking their coats. Occasionally, a wandering hand grabbed at Aurle, groping her ample curves, but she'd just squeak a bit, or simply roll her eyes.
"You get used to it," she whispered after one particularly frisky guard held us up for almost a minute. "It happens to all the girls."