The sun bore down on his tanned skin. Rex took to the shade to take a break, having had enough of pickpocketing people's hard-earned gold for today. He jingled his newest-caught coin purse and grinned, knowing that he would be eating well tonight when he took the money back to Mother. He returned the stolen money to the inside of his wolf-pelt tunic and ran his hand through his hair, assuming the guise of a normal civilian when he strolled out of the shade and past the two hussars standing at the door of a tavern.
Arcenius was a big city, and Rex used that to his advantage. No one knew his name except for his Mother and his Sisters, and he was content to keep it that way. That would make it easier to escape with big winnings and avoid the attention of the hussars. He didn't need a bounty on his head, or people chasing him down.
He eyed a woman who walked by; her breasts large enough to be watermelons. He was certainly a breast person; the bigger they were, the harder he would become. He smiled at her and she looked away. Rex knew that he wasn't particularly handsome - he was a kid after all, and kind of a street urchin to boot. There was no way someone pretty like her would have time for him.
He shook those thought off. There were other fish in the sea. Besides, there were his Sisters back at the brothel, and perhaps if he was feeling up for it, one of them would be allowed to bend over while he pounded her tight pussy. Oh, who was he kidding? He was always up for it. He walked a little faster, looking forward to returning as he turned into an alleyway.
Mother always had him enter through the back of the brothel so that people wouldn't think he was a regular customer. While it wasn't illegal for a thirteen-year-old to have sex or order prostitutes, it was still strange, and it was definitely the mark of a delinquent to do so. Rex smirked, delinquent or not, there was no way he wasn't enjoying any of the fine women that this kingdom had to offer.
He came to a door and knocked three times, smiling at one of his Sisters when she opened the door. It was Josephina. "You're back early." She said to him, looking him over either to see if he was an impostor or if he came back with nothing.
Rex entered the back door and placed a large purse of money on the table, its contents jingling loudly as the bag deformed. He then produced several smaller purses and placed them down as well. "I ran into a noble." He said, explaining the copious amount of money. "And a bunch of people who decided that they would have their money hanging on their belts. They deserve to have their money stolen if they're gonna do that."
"Oh, that's lucky." She smiled, looking over the stolen items.
"Hey Josephina," he addressed her, "could you tell Mother that I'm back? I'm gonna grab an drink."
She nodded, letting him do his thing while he poured himself some whiskey from a bottle and downed some. The heat of the alcohol ironically soothed his parched throat, giving a clear tell as to his rather abundant indulgences in vice.
He looked to where Josephina went. Out of all of his Sisters, he really liked Josephina. She had a really large chest, for one, but her eyes were always gentle and kind. Her long black hair was always done up in a ponytail when she served clients, but when she was off duty she wore it down, allowing it to beautifully cascade down her back. He must have been a long hair sort of person too. Perhaps he'd ask her to have sex. However, despite the money on the table, he had been out for a relatively short time today. Perhaps he would go back out and nab some more things.
He sipped at his whiskey, pondering how he would spend the rest of his day.
What does Rex do?
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