The dim light of Vyrn's twin moons filtered through the cracked window of the family's rented room, casting shadows across the worn floorboards.
Nearly two weeks had passed since their night at Lilith's Secret, and the forty-two silver coins they'd earned had dwindled to nothing.
Rent devoured ten coins each week, groceries claimed more, and the relentless cost of surviving in this futanari world had outstripped their fragile reserves.
Evelyn sat at the rickety table, her blonde hair tied back, her voluptuous curves softened by exhaustion, her emerald eyes clouded with worry.
Her blouse clung to her sweat-dampened skin, the fabric outlining her full breasts as she pored over their meager budget.
Jack slumped on the couch, his lean frame tense, his fingers drumming against his jeans.
He'd scoured Vyrn for work—taverns, stables, even the docks—but the towering, muscular women of the town scoffed at his slender build, offering half-wages or nothing at all.
Lila paced the room, her lithe body restless, her denim shorts hugging her thighs, her tank top accentuating her pert breasts.
Her sapphire eyes gleamed with a mix of frustration.
She, too, had begged for jobs, her beauty earning leering glances but no contracts. It was as if the gods of this strange world had cursed them, barring every path but the one they'd sworn to avoid.
The morning marked the end of their second week, and the innkeeper's knock loomed like a guillotine.
They had no coins left for rent, no buffer to delay the inevitable.
Evelyn's hands trembled as she met her children's gazes, the weight of their survival pressing against her.
"We can't keep going like this," she said, her voice low but resolute, her lips parting in a weary sigh. "We need money—now."
Jack nodded, his cheeks flushing with the memory of Jessa's warmth, his resolve tempered by necessity.
"What about… Lilith's Secret?" he ventured, his voice hesitant but steady. "We know the work. It paid well."
Lila's eyes lit up, her body thrumming with anticipation, the thought of the dungeon's leather and chains stoking her desires.
"It's our best shot," she agreed, her voice husky, her fingers twitching as if craving the glossy touch of latex.
Evelyn exhaled, her heart heavy but pragmatic.
"Let's go," she said, rising, her curves swaying as she gathered their few belongings.
The walk to Lilith's Secret was quiet, the cobblestone streets of Vyrn bustling with the women who dominated the town.
But when they reached the dungeon's familiar entrance, its iron gates were barred, a crude sign proclaiming Closed for Renovations.
Two futanari guards stood watch, their muscular frames and pronounced bulges a stark reminder of the world's norms.
Their leather vests strained against their massive breasts, their eyes narrowing at the family's approach.
"It's shut," one guard grunted, her voice gruff, her braid swinging as she crossed her arms. "Come back in a month."
Evelyn's stomach sank, but she steadied herself, her blouse clinging to her curves as she stepped forward.
"Is there another dungeon nearby?" she asked, her tone calm but edged with desperation, her blonde hair catching the sunlight.
The guard opened her mouth to reply, but Lila interjected, her voice eager, her flushed cheeks betraying her arousal.
"Wait, Mom—what about the triplets?" She turned to Evelyn, her sapphire eyes blazing.
"Tessa, Jessa, and Nessa. They offered us one gold coin for… all three of us. That's enough for a month, maybe more. And we already know them. It's safer."
Evelyn's breath caught, her fingers brushing the card in her pocket, its embossed rose a silent temptation.
She glanced at Jack, searching his face. He nodded, his blush deepening but his jaw set, the memory of Jessa's gentle touch outweighing his nerves.
"Lila's right," he said quietly. "It's our best option."
Evelyn exhaled, her maternal instincts warring with their dire need.
The triplets' offer—an orgy, raw and unfiltered—was a path she'd hoped to avoid, but survival left no room for hesitation.
She pulled the card from her pocket, its address scrawled in elegant script, and read it aloud.
"The House of Three Roses, outskirts of Vyrn," she murmured, her voice steadying. "Let's go."
The journey took them beyond Vyrn's bustling core, through winding paths lined with wildflowers, the violet sky deepening as dusk approached.
The triplets' home loomed at the edge of a wooded grove, a giant manor of dark stone and stained glass, its towers piercing the sky like silent sentinels.
Vines of crimson roses climbed its walls, their scent mingling with the musk of the surrounding forest. The house radiated an aura of decadence, its windows glowing with warm light, promising both danger and allure.
Evelyn paused at the iron gates, her curves silhouetted against the fading light, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and determination.
Lila's breath quickened, her body eager for what lay within.
Jack swallowed hard, his lean frame tense but resolute, the memory of Jessa's warmth anchoring him.
The family exchanged a final glance, their unspoken bond stronger than their fears.
With a deep breath, Evelyn pushed open the gate, leading them toward the House of Three Roses, its doors a gateway to the unknown.