by Overlord

When hunted for outrageous treason, Byddar chose disguise for good reason. Ruk's stuff made "him" small (Where once "she" was tall) To pose as a maid without seisen. A striking blonde thing rather fetching, Byd met with three men out slave-catching. In a rival polis She served without solace And learned to serve boys without retching. Byd followed a low, unfree calling With most of the work being galling. Though she'd loved carousing, Male bods weren't arousing And serving their lust felt appalling.

Her days of resistance proved fleeting, Since stubbornness oft brought a beating. So mad she could spit, Byd had to submit And yield herself up without cheating. Just one working girl among seven Where slackness was seldom forgiven, Her primary chore Was playing the whore, Providing good teur for a livin'. Inuring to this swank bordello, Byd's attitude started to mellow. When heart and loins burned For what she'd once spurned, She liked having sex with a fellow.