Golborne Sim Ch:1 D:3 Pick your poison (Patreon)

"hmmm I need something... I got an itch that needs more than scratching. I bet if I when down stairs right now I could find someone who'd gladly lend a di- Wait WHAT THE FUCK?? Why the hell would I do that? I ain't getting payed for that... tonight... AND I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to keep that stuff in the rooms and not down stairs. Or at least give the owner a few days notice. Ugh, I really do need to go see Doc. "

Golborne grabs his  belongings and makes his exit by giving the owner a wave as she works the bar. The thought of starting an orgy downstairs plays in the back of his mind, he knew she'd be down for it with a bit of preparation, but he kept himself in check. Besides Golborne didn't have then stamina to start that now. 

It took Golborne a good hour on foot to reach the Back Allie where Doc does his dirty work, mostly because he had to make sure he was being followed or any angry customers were loitering around. Doc has a long history of quackery, a lot of patients can't afford treatment and instead have to be Doc's new test subjects. Most are... not lucky enough to get treated later.  I'm pretty resilient and most of the stuff he gives me never last long, but they can be... wild to say the least. 

When Golborne enters the clinic the first sight he sees was Doc playing with an over sized needle.

"Ah Golborne! Good to see you, Good to see you!" The large clawed Kobold says as he reaches for a pull out table for later. "Running low on funds? Need medical treatment? Coming to visit for some fun? A mixture of the three?"

He was always eager to get going. "Medical treatment, just want a check up. We're paying our usual way."

The next hour was filled with questions and sample taking. "Have you been eating well? Any contact with Fey creatures? When was the last time you slept a full night? Have you been keeping it to a one client per night regimen like we talked about?" But after some tests and rambling the Kobold said, "Your perfectly fine, you just need rest. From what I can smell at least, you've been on a power bottom binge and need time to recover. Even rubber wears down eventually. As for your intrusive thoughts, unfortunately I am not a Shrink. Maybe these are just your true nature coming up due to exhaustion?"

"When at least I know I'm fine physically..." Golborne says as he pulls up his pants again, but stops at the shirt knowing what comes next. Please be something simple, please...

Doc goes to his counter and grabs a few bottles, each labeled with some kind of picture. "Now for my payment... Pick your Poison..." 

What do I do?

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