%{

01[]Your Name:The name of your character.

02[male]Your Gender: The gender of your character.

03[human]Your Race:The race of your character.

04[26]Your Age:The age of your character.

05[Alchemist]Your Job:The job your character has.

06[simple cloth tunic, hooded mantle]Your Clothing:What your character is wearing.

07[tall, lithe, blond hair, blue eyes, large cock]Your Appearance:The physical appearance of your character.

08[caring, friendly, trusting]Your Personality:The way your character thinks or acts.

09[Mika]Sister's Name:The name of your character's sister.

10[Keith]Friend's Name:The name of your character's best (male) friend.

}

Friday night at the Brookmount tavern, a joyous occasion. You live in a small town nestled deep in the most remote mountain range in the realm, far away from the safety of castle walls and royal armies. Life here is hard. To survive, every day is packed full of manual labor; working fields, feeding animals, fighting off monsters. You're a ${05}, and you spend your week working hard for the greater good of Brookmount.

The tavern is the place where the small population comes to unwind at the end of the day. Especially on Fridays. It's become an unspoken tradition that Friday night is when adults show up to the tavern for the express purpose of hooking up. As Brookmount is quite small, the pool of potential partners is rarely bigger than 10 people, and you've slept with most of them at least once. With the passing of time, even normally taboo pairings have become acceptable in the name of stress relief; same-sex, incest, orgies, and more are all acceptable on Friday nights in Brookmount.

You step in out of the rain through the front door of the tavern, already feeling a little aroused. The structure is primarily constructed of wooden planks and logs, and you can hear the clattering of raindrops upon the shingled roof. A cobblestone hearth heats the space, warding off the cold outside. The occasional crackle of the fire mixes with the rain to create a extremely cozy atmosphere. The usual patrons are milling about, chatting and flirting.

There's Nancy, the barmaid and owner of the tavern, standing behind the wooden counter, polishing some mugs with a low-cut blouse that shows off her large cleavage. Behind her, Stanley is working frantically in the kitchen to keep a stew, roast, and countless other dishes from burning. In one of the barstools is ${09}, your sister. She's leaning on one elbow, chatting idly with Nancy. Her face is slightly flushed, either from drink or arousal. She blows you a kiss and winks. Maybe it's both. Beside her is your close friend ${10}, a monster hunter and fledgling hero. His father was some legendary hero before ${10} was born, and he is desperate to live up to that image. He's staring across the room at Astrid. He is desperately in love with her, but has never made a move. Astrid hates your guts, or at least, you think she does. She's sitting at a table alone, looking down into her mug. Whenever you've tried to get close to her, she pushes you away. She's the daughter of the mayor, and always seems stuck-up. Then there's Millie, she's a dwarven potion crafter, always experimenting with new brews with varying effects.

In the corner, there's a table full of the slightly older patrons. There's Bert, who owns the local shop, Lexanne, who is ${10}'s mom, Genna, who is the mayor and Astrid's mother. Toward the back of the tavern, there's Gilbert, who is a local wood cutter, and Cyra, his short, but exceptionally breasted goblin wife. She's sitting on her husband's lap as they idly flirt. Gerrin, the town guard, is sitting all by his lonesome at a table in front of a window. He's watching the rain running down the glass, sipping on a mug. His guard dog, Torr, is laying by his side. By the fire, the elvish musician Via and her orcish partner Hans are playing a soft tune on fiddle and lute.

Nancy notices you and smiles, "Welcome, ${01}, take a seat wherever you like!" You smile and wave back, "Thanks, Nancy!"

You've got a lot of choices here, but you shouldn't take too long to decide, it would be a shame to end up without a partner for the night. You shake the rain off of your clothes and hair, then take a deep breath and head over toward