"You can skip the drinks and put the money in my hands instead," she addresses the horny guys as a group. "It's gonna cost you more than the price of a drink though... unless you boys wanna go in together and share me?"

That gets a pretty varied reaction. A few curses, a few of them turning away, some laughs.

"Oh, a whore. I'm just gonna go find Hanna."

"Didn't she kick you in the crotch yesterday?"

"Pffha, no stupid flirting and guessing at least!"

"We should do it! Saving money is - wosscalled - a merchanty virtue."

"You need all the virtue you can get, Bean, but I don't want to see your dick."

"Hey, how 'bout you do a dance and then an auction?" The guy clears his throat a bit and mimics Alectai in a more pompous voice. "It's an eminently sensible business option."

"I could do that. But you lot could have me for a fraction of the coin that you'd end up paying if you insist on having a duel of wallets over my cunt! I'm in the mood to offer, let's call it a caravaneer's discount. Save your cocks from your hands tonight, since I'll be busy saving your asses from the wolves tomorrow! "

"That's the spirit! Nothing beats a good fuck!"

"One after another, is it?"

"I think you're the only one who wants her by herself, Dropsy."

"I don't want to see any dick but my own, is that too much to ask?"

"Uhh, kinda, yeah!"

Dropsy sighs. "Have fun with her, then." And turns away.

"We can carry you to a room. Palaquin of honor for the slayer of boners!"

"Offering first, a proper offering's gotta be first."

The buzzed small crowd collects a few copper pieces and copper pennies from everyone. It adds up to over a silver given that there's six of them. Then, they lift her onto her back on their shoulders, visible to the whole room, singing a bawdy tavern song and carrying her through the gobsmacked crowd and out of the main hall.

"See the looks on their faces-"

"Yeah, that's - that's hilarious!"

And here's a room with a bunch of bunk beds!

That is hilarious. And being literally carried off in public is awesomely fun. She never could've arranged something like this back in the Bay.

When they reach the room, Ame has an idea. "Hey boys, wanna try something fun?" She twists in their hands and points at an empty bit of floor. "I offer twenty mana from my core in the form of viric to the spirits of creation so that they might create a monster with a body of slime altered to replace its property of corrosion with a property of lubrication, which will be sustained by mana from my core and unerringly obey my command!"

They flinch away a bit from the new occupant of the room, an impressively large glistening transparent slime, the size of a large armchair.

"What the fuck*, is that a slime?"

"Hey, Hey- Set her down!" (She is set down slightly awkwardly. One pair of hands doesn't leave her ass after she is set down.)

"There's crystal slimes, is it some kind of fucking slime?"

*"Why is a dragon in my house?"

"It's a Lube Slime!" Ame announces proudly as she wiggles her ass in encouragement and starts undressing.

"Wow, what a great idea! Why doesn't anyone sell tamed lube slimes? I'd buy one!"

One of the guys plunges a hand into the slime and brings it out covered in lube. He makes a fist, squishing some out to drip on the ground. With a smirk, he smears the lube across Ame's belly and chest.

"We got a good deal, boys. She's great, this is gonna be fun."

(All the guys start undressing too.)

Ame dodges slime-hands guy long enough to finish undressing, tossing fishnet, skirt, and thigh-knives onto one of the bunk-beds.

Then she tackles slime-hands guy onto her Lube Slime. It's incredibly soft, squishy, and slippery. Its outer skin struggles to hold together under their weight, but this only helps, spreading the lube over their skin without needing to actually dive inside the slime.

He slips upwards, cradled as the slime moves to Ame's will, her breasts slipping down his chest until she reaches his cock. She doesn't even need her hands. The slime can surge up and squish her breasts together around his cock, hands-free.

Meanwhile, she lets her knees sink into the slime, and has it mound upwards to form layer of slime over her displayed crotch. She makes it flow into both her lower holes, slicking and filling her. She gasps, her moan muffled by the first guy's cock as the slime puts on a show for the rest of them, spreading her holes open and showing her off under that thin transparent layer.

Slime-hands swears in alarm and flails a bit, then laughs and moans at Ame's attentions.

"-Hot."

"Okay I know I've heard of someone using crystal slimes like that."

One of them grabs her thighs, putting himself into position. "Come on, take a real cock, not a slime one."

"Honestly that is pretty amazing fine control over her summon, I just gotta say, guys."

(The one behind her starts thrusting into her.)

"It really is!"

Two of the four not currently occupied are stroking themselves, the other two are just watching, bearing grins.

"What slime cock? Maybe I'm just that wet for you," Ame teases. She doesn't actually have enough fine control to make the slime thrust. 

When Horny Dude Two thrusts into her gaping pussy from behind, she relaxes the slime at the same time she squeezes with her kegels, making an incredibly lewd wet splurt as he fills her and her inner flesh meets his shaft. It feels like she was really just that full of lube, and Ame moans loudly as the displaced lube covers them both.

However, the other four not participating is just not an acceptable state of affairs. Ame is better than that. This is a logistical problem she needs to solve.

"That's not how this works," Ame jokes, pleasure thick in her voice. "All of you, get over here."

Ame shifts the slime, forming it into more of a segmented bowl shape. "You," she says to the guy fucking her, using his cock like an axel to spin her hips around, twisting her torso in an impressive feat of limberness to keep her chest in place, while she wraps her legs around his back and holds him tightly to keep his cock inside her as she tugs him sideways down onto the slime to end up underneath her, "get down here, so one of them can have my ass. And I am not making the rest of you wait your turn either, so c'mon. You're all going to cum in me tonight, promise, even if I have to heal you for you to manage it."

"Every hole, right?"

"Healing us? That isn't ominous at all."

"It's hot, is what it is. I like confident women. Thinking she can out-fuck six on one? Hot."

One of the remaining four volunteers himself for her ass, moving up behind her.

"If I can't out-fuck you all six on one, what are you paying me for?" Ame jokes, before grabbing the third guy who is now in arms reach and pulling his cock to her lips. It's a little crowded to have one cock in her mouth and another between her breasts, but with the slime she manages it smoothly.

Thanks to the obscene amounts of lube in play, the fourth guy slides into her least-used hole effortlessly and cleanly, making her shudder as a thrill of eroticism runs through her body. Given that they are paying her, her pride won't let her, but she wants to just close her eyes and bliss out on being stuffed full of cock.

Instead, as she begins to undulate between the first four men, she stretches her Lube Slime to keep it wrapped around her hands as she reaches for the last two unattended cocks. The slime provides the wet orifice her hands can only poorly simulate, while her hands provide the strength and dexterity that the slime can only poorly approximate.

It's getting pretty crowded, but the guys don't mind brushing up against each other, and they're laughing and hollering. The abundance of lube makes things a lot easier as half a dozen warm bodies rub against one particularly sexy one in the middle.

An extremely lubed up handjob from an expert is surprisingly good - and the other cocks are enjoying sensations no less electric. Plus, the situation is extremely erotic - a super-whore using a lube slime who's intending to out-fuck them all.

It's not long before the guys start cumming. Turns out that lube slimes can dissolve that particular fluid.

Half a dozen guys on her at once was quite a sight, but they all have opinions on which orfice and position they'd like next, and many of them just don't work with more than two or three on her at once, no matter how much the lube slime helps.

...One of them is curious enough to immerse his whole lower body into the slime, at one point.

Ame manages to keep everyone involved in every position somehow, even if that somehow is just holding onto one of her legs while the others fuck her. She coordinates them with her usual amount of creativity, and enjoys herself immensely.

She does watch them subtly, for another reason: she's curious if any of the guys in this gang-bang are into each other. If she notices anything like that she can steer things to give those guys more excuses to touch each other.

"Ooh!" Ame laughs, when one of them dunks himself all the way inside the slime. "Hold on, I wanna see what I can do with this."

Concentrating, Ame experiments with various ways of moving her Lube Slime's interior, watching the guy's reactions, pulsing and swirling the bath of inner lube until she hits on something she can only call a 'ripplejob', an irresistable all-encompassing whirlpool of contractions and expansions that creates a pulsating suction that inverts the strain of pressure on his shaft, with rippling waves of pressure that travel up and down his cock all at once. When she hits the right combination, the result is overwhelming and completely impossible to resist, while (being made of lube) it is still gentle enough that it doesn't cause over-stimulation post-orgasm.

It doesn't seem like any of the guys are particularly in to each other. Just comfortable enough around each other to participate in a gangbang.

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhh-"

"Told you it was a fucking slime."

"It is now! I think I just got a Skill from that."

Nods and congratulations all around. Getting a skill from trying something makes perfect sense.

Then one of them shuts her up with his cock as another moves to join the first guy in the slime's body.

Ame gags, as the lube-drenched cock slides down her throat, and she lets herself thrash a little; the motion just makes everything else feel even better. She's lost count of her orgasms by now. She could be imagining it, but handling the sensation is maybe a little easier than she's used to it being? She might just be too deep in the sex for it to require effort to keep the lurch of discomfort from chilling her mind the way pain usually does.

She can give another ripplejob while she's distracted, now, but it turns out that she has to move the first ripplejob reciever out of the way first. Setting up the 'ripples' correctly requires rather a lot of unoccupied slime around the target area of immersed cock.

These six men are plenty eager, and Ame can outright cheat at endurance and stamina, while her Lube Slime can cheat at clean-up. No one's body is quitting on them before they're actually done, and once Ame's professional pride is satisfied she lets her composure slip a little; lets them have more control and do more of the work as she revels in orgasm after orgasm.

She keeps her promise about all of them getting to cum in her pussy at least once, and its late into the night when they all collapse into a pile around her on the much-abused Lube Slime after one last coordinated climax, from the same six-on-one position they started in.

In the afterglow, Ame giggles softly, a content smile on her face.

Her clients don't seem to mind cuddling each other, even if none of them are actually gay. They also mutter a bit about so many separate beds being kind of silly.

They didn't actually have this whole room to themselves, but nobody seems to want to bother them. One of them gets dressed again and has a conversation with someone just outside the door, handing over some extra coppers, and then they can all sleep. In separate beds, because of the stupid narrow bunk beds.

"Aww. We should've left the door open so people could watch," Ame says as she stands and stretches.

She turns and casts the dismissal, dispelling the Lube Slime, which has the extremely convenient benefit of evaporating all of the lube that all of them are drenched in. Ame bids the six guys goodnight, puts her clothes back on, and heads outside.

She makes her way back to the inn where she and Elizabeth are staying at a mellow, sedate pace.

It's well past dusk by now.

Some thugs start following her.

Hmmm, what kind of thugs?

If she detours to get a look at them, what do they look like? Can she sense anything about them with her Windsight? (Also, whoa that's a lot of ghur clinging to her own body.)

Thugs in unremarkable laborer's clothing, three men and two women, young, all soldier-y looking types, wearing bandanna masks. Carrying concealed weapons. They don't look local. Shyish is well-saturated inside them, indicating a history of killing.

They know they're not being sneaky. When she catches a look at them they break into a run towards her.

Ame sighs. They couldn't have been simple rapists?

She really should just run away. They're not that fast. She could probably run circles around them, especially after her rooftop jaunt earlier in the night.

But. She's curious.

Ame turns toward them and strides forward, each step channeling ghur, wrapping herself in Pelt of Caeris on the fifth, the spell springing into being right as the first of them reaches her. Not that it matters. She fully intends to fight as if she doesn't have Pelt and actually needs to dodge. Good habits.