You've inherited a decrepit old inn from your late father. Can you turn it into a thriving business?
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2015-07-29 10:55:08 No. 24080919
>>24080881
>>24079845
what the fuck man its like a kid...

We shouldn't just assume it would want to be a prostitute.

>>24080881
I'm trying to turn this dump into a proper inn. Do you have enough bits to rent this bed? If not I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

2015-07-29 10:57:19 No. 24080945
>wake up expecting to see an epic battle against the spiders
>find calm negotiations with spider lawyers who agree to pay rent in spider silk
ALRIGHTY THEN
>>24080881
First things first, ask her why she's here and not in the hive or wherever she's supposed to be
She's a she right? Not just a girly man?

2015-07-29 10:58:28 No. 24080957
>>24080919
>what the fuck man its like a kid...
You don't know that.

>>24080881
Normal gambit of questions.
"What are you doing here?"
"How old are you?"
"Why are you away from your home?"
"What gender are you? Do changelings have genders?"

2015-07-29 11:52:21 No. 24081669
>>24080919
>>24080945
>>24080957
>>24081082
>>24081129

"Now listen Miss...um, it is miss, right?"
>The changeling nods.
"Good. Now listen, I realize this place might seem like a dump, but it's going to be a respectable inn soon enough, so that means squatters like you have to either leave or start paying rent."
>"L-leave?!" the changeling yelps. She glances to the nearby shuttered window. "Y-you mean out there...where all the ponies are?"
>You give the changeling a quizzical stare.
"Don't you things normally, you know, hide in a disguise and drain love from ponies?"
>The changeling frowns, averting her gaze and scuffing her hoof through the bed straw. "Maybe the good ones do..." she mumbled.
"What do you mean 'the good ones'? Aren't the good ones the bad ones technically. I mean, unless...wait, I'm confused now."
>You pause, sigh, and collect your thoughts. You got a changeling seemingly afraid of you and other ponies. Perhaps you could find a way to work this to your advantage.
"Shouldn't you be in a hive or with your own kind?" you inquire.
>The changeling lets out a disheartened groan. She sits down in the end, pouting quietly. "They kicked me out...said I was just a useless runt..."
>Another pang of sympathy rips through you like a plate of bad tacos.
"Er...listen, I realize I might regret saying this but...I won't throw you out if you're willing to help me out. This inn is a mess and it's probably more than one pony can handle."
>"You'd...let me stay?" the changeling asks. You slowly nod, hoping you're not making a huge mistake.
>Suddenly the changeling puts on a huge grin, lunging at you and wrapping its hooves tightly around your neck. For a split second, you think you've just bought it and was about to have the life choked from you...until you realize that it's actually just hugging you, shouting 'thankyouthankyou' repeatedly.

How do you respond?
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