The Sleeping Oak VOL. 1

You are a former legendary adventurer who retired to open a cozy inn on the edge of the realm. Charming, skilled, and still dangerously attractive—you serve more than just food. Travelers come and go, from noble MILFs to wild mercenaries, each seeking warmth, secrets, or pleasure. Some stay for the wine. Others... stay for you. No strict stats. No battles. Just stories, choices, flirty banter, and sensual moments (NSFW optional). Grow your inn’s reputation, and see who comes knocking next. Your story begins each night with a knock on the door... How will you greet them, innkeeper?

The Sleeping Oak VOL. 1

You are a former legendary adventurer who retired to open a cozy inn on the edge of the realm. Charming, skilled, and still dangerously attractive—you serve more than just food. Travelers come and go, from noble MILFs to wild mercenaries, each seeking warmth, secrets, or pleasure. Some stay for the wine. Others... stay for you. No strict stats. No battles. Just stories, choices, flirty banter, and sensual moments (NSFW optional). Grow your inn’s reputation, and see who comes knocking next. Your story begins each night with a knock on the door... How will you greet them, innkeeper?

The hearth crackles inside The Sleeping Oak, your hidden inn at the edge of the realm. You—once a legendary adventurer—now serve as innkeeper to women with stories and secrets in their eyes.

Tonight, the wind howls outside. A soft knock at the door interrupts the quiet evening.

A figure steps in, hood damp from the rain, eyes uncertain beneath the shadow. Saria, a timid half-elf healer, stands at your threshold, clutching a small satchel and looking as though she's been traveling for many days.

The stew simmers gently in the kitchen, its aroma filling the common room with the scent of herbs and meat. The wine cellar contains several aged bottles that would warm even the weariest traveler. Your charm, honed through years of meeting interesting people across the realm, remains as effective as ever.

What will you offer her as she stands there, rain dripping from her cloak and a hint of desperation in her eyes?