Can't stop the magic Omakes

I decided to start making omakes for this story. These are little scenes that didn't fit in the timing of the chapter, seemed to just too long for the scene, didn't make sense with the plot, alternative scenes from another characters point of view, or alternative scenes that I just decided to cut.

Omake #1

Quinmir the brothel owner

Quinmir's life was pretty comfortable; he ran one the best brothels in the city, he had the most beautiful women in his employ and more money than he could count. The only problem with his merchandise was the risks that came with the job. It didn't really concern him what happened to his merchandise in the long run, so long as they kept bringing him more money, that was until one of his best girls, Alania ended up pregnant. It was after a exceedingly rich customer that bought Alania's exclusive attention for the week of his stay in the city. she found out about her pregnancy shortly after he left.

Quinmir wanted her to get rid of the parasite, it was disrupting her work. And would only be a drain on the brothels' expenses. But Alania insisted that she wanted to keep her child and she cashed in on her years of service too. The other girls piped up for her and before Quinmir knew it, he was facing a veritable mutiny from his girls. All of the girls threatened to leave his business if he forced Alania to get rid of the baby. He almost lost his entire livelihood, all for the sake of one child.

It had been such a shame to see Alania's slim figure plump up and expand with pregnancy. And she even stopped taking customers after her sixth month! The other girls covered for her, but Quinmir knew his girls and their schemes. He made a mental note to give Alania extra customers after the thing was born.

The night of the birth was the worst. Alania's screams put off the customers from their drink and womanizing. Many left as soon as they heard her shrieks. Some approached him about what sort of business he had, and if he cared about what was happening to his girls. A few nosier patrons went to the city watch to report a woman being tortured. He had to ply the soldiers with food and drink, to keep them from getting too interested in his business. (some of his girls were a bit too young to be working, he couldn't have them looking too close)

Alania came out of the birth fine. Quinmir did find it in himself to check up on her. The little bundle she held in her arms disgusted him. Such a small wrinkled looking thing, caused him so much trouble. It wasn't even a girl, so there was no chance of him selling it in the future, at least not to his regular customers. Such a shame. He had been hoping it would take after it's mother, so he could at least get something out of his investment. But it had a scrawny little tuff of purple on it's head, and tiny bleary little green eyes that looked up at him. A dribble of spit was gathering on it's chin.

This thing had almost cost him everything. As Quinmir stared down at the tiny bundle in his best girl's arms and nuzzled into her now overly large, soon to be sagging breasts, he vowed to one day get even with the little bastard.