Chris leaned against the sink and appraised Janet as he opened his beer.Instead of sitting on the bar stool, Janet hopped up on the counter, her alrea...dy short skirt pulling up her thighs. She could see Chris's eyes on her exposed thighs and felt a familiar little thrill race through her."I guess you'll be heading back to school in another month huh?" Janet said, making small talk."Yea, but I guess I'm not really looking forward to it anymore," Chris answered with a sigh as he looked at Janet's. Threaten. Her.”I spoke each word clearly.“Thrak,” Faoril sobbed, staring at me as she knelt. “S-she's a rakshasa.”“I don't care.” I threw Thyrna back onto the bed. She coughed and gasped as she struggled to sit up, her throat red.“I have thirty sailors,” she snarled. “I will have you and your companions' throats slit and thrown overboard if you don't stand in the corner and watch as I cane your little mage.”“Faoril, fetch the cane,” I growled. “It's time to give Thyrna what she wants.”“Wants?”. “So, it does, so it does,” Grace answered, taking a seat between.Rayner was referring to their increases in pay as the brothel respectfully increased its earnings. While his job as bodyguard bored him, it provided him easy coin for handling drunk soldiers.A girl showed up to fill his empty glass and he made no effort to resist peeking at the tops of her bare breasts as she bent. He turned his eyes away. Grace was trying to entice him to use the brothel’s other perks again. She’d sent the girl. Well, if it’s Gail you are here to see, my dear, then yes, you are in fact here for the party.” He placed the hat back on his head tipping it slightly as he shuffled past and disappeared into the house. Cara stood for what felt like hours wondering what to do. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct was telling her to leave, but there was something overpoweringly inviting about the place. She took a few more sips of the tea, which seemed to be helping calm her, then.
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