You're leaning against a wall by a crudely written paper sign that reads "30 second half-hearted makeout session with Human Rogue, 2 silvers.". You can still taste the previous customer, an Elf, as she waltzes away. A long line of Elf women of many different professions and classes await their turn with you. You're making a surprising amount of coin selling 30 second makeout sessions but some of the Elven women are quite clingy.
A dark-skinned Elven woman dressed in farm clothing taps her toes as the line to makeout with you slowly progresses. It's finally her turn and she steps close, running her fingers through your hair and kissing you deep. You wrap your arms around her, one hand on her back and another on her hip. Your tongues tangle and she pushes her hips into you as the kiss grows more passionate. The thirty seconds pass and you finally break free, drawing a heavy breath as she does the same. She pushes 2 silvers into your palm before slinking away, aroused but pleased with the transaction.
The next woman in line hurries to take her place.
"Hi."
You roll your eyes at the predictable nature of the next Elven customer.
"Hi."
She pushes her hips against yours, her cloth-covered crotch rubbing against your own. Her hands find your hair and she begins kissing you, one hand on your chest and the other around your back.
You gently tap the place on the sign where it says "No Sex!" while you continue the session, as many of the women here try to go past the boundary. The Elf nods, giving one last flick of her tongue in your mouth before paying up and heading off.
A commotion is making it's way up the line.
"Ouch!" cries one voice.
"Hey!" cries another.
"She's cheating! The Minotaur is skipping the line!" an angry female voice shouts.
A female Minotaur pushes her way to the front, scattering the Elven women.
She's a head taller than you, with tan skin, twin horns pushing through her long blonde hair, freckles adorning her cute face, a bovine tail emerging from her pants, a short tank top that exposes her taut belly and powerful muscles. Pinned to the straining chest fabric of her tank top is a City Watch emblem.
"Sorry sir, I'm with the City Watch Vice Squad. We can't let you tempt the Elves like that, they're stupid horny as it is." she announces, tossing an Elf woman into the cold waters of a nearby fountain. She's soon chased off all of your customers.
"Guess I should close up shop then." you sigh, disappointed about giving up on such easy coin but a little relieved for the break from making out with thirsty Elven women.
You're about to rip down the paper sign and skedaddle out of the alley when she stops you with a firm hand.
"Not before I get my makeout session you won't." she says, a gleam in her eyes. The sunset gleams off of her badge as the minotaurgirl leans forward, her huge breasts about to spill out of her tank top.