A damsel in distress or a damsel in need?
They just drift in; streetwalker or floozy, cis or gender bent. They swarm to fill the need, irrespective of how the winds of Eros are blowing. The harlots are thickest when the weather is fairest.
The dungeon master exhibits preference. Subjects for torturous doom! They sate his tick to clean their clock with the wonderful sounds of screaming whores.
A few hours in the hot sun tames even the most stubborn street meat.
