"I don't need anything to drink," he blew against her ear. "Just tell me, what's your price?"
Virgene chuckled lowly, and told him.
"I'll double it if you don't tell anyone else you saw me," he murmured, sliding the money bag into her hand.
"You got it, love," she answered, letting him lead her upstairs. "Third door on the right," she instructed.
An hour later, he was done. As he headed out the door, he turned around and gave her a soft hush.
She sat on the bed, her legs folded loosely in front of her. Her left arm stabilized her and gave her an almost ironic amount of modesty. She brought her right index finger up to her lips and mirrored his hush. Suddenly he was gone. Quickly, she crawled to the edge of the bed and reached over it, feeling around underneath for his money. Without getting dressed, she poured it out. She smiled widely, "Gold," she whispered happily. She didn't bother counting it; the gold was easily triple her usual salary. Putting it back in her usual coffers, Virgene slid on a cheap, short, thin slip and crawled into bed.
When she woke up again, there were knights in her room. She was about to say something to them, when they constricted her mouth with a thick cloth, tying it behind her long, copper-blonde hair. She recognized one. Her pleading eyes fell on Brinley's hard face as two knights began tying her limbs into immobility. They bound her ankles to her upper thighs, then tied her wrists to that from behind her back. Her neck was added to the list through a long rope down her back. One rope connected to this rope by tying around her shoulders, just above her breasts. Another rope connected by tying around her arms, just under her breasts. A third rope was tied around her elbows. Three knots held the coarse gift-wrapping together. One more knot held her knees together. She couldn't move a single limb.
Brinley ordered one of the other dozen knights to carry her. She was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of feed. Her eyes fell on Brinley's, who was right behind her. Two green glares accused his dark gaze.
The journey passed surprisingly quickly and she slept for most of it. Before she knew it, Virgene was... somewhere. A darkness as deep as her confusion surrounded her. "Do you know where you are?" a familiar voice demanded of her. A pause. A chuckle. "Oh, that's right." A snap. Suddenly, light. Bright blue eyes, dark skin, and dark smooth hair greeted her. Her eyes widened. He casually walked over and removed the cloth from her mouth.
"YOU!" she spat.
"Do you know where you are?"
Virgene chuckled lowly, and told him.
"I'll double it if you don't tell anyone else you saw me," he murmured, sliding the money bag into her hand.
"You got it, love," she answered, letting him lead her upstairs. "Third door on the right," she instructed.
An hour later, he was done. As he headed out the door, he turned around and gave her a soft hush.
She sat on the bed, her legs folded loosely in front of her. Her left arm stabilized her and gave her an almost ironic amount of modesty. She brought her right index finger up to her lips and mirrored his hush. Suddenly he was gone. Quickly, she crawled to the edge of the bed and reached over it, feeling around underneath for his money. Without getting dressed, she poured it out. She smiled widely, "Gold," she whispered happily. She didn't bother counting it; the gold was easily triple her usual salary. Putting it back in her usual coffers, Virgene slid on a cheap, short, thin slip and crawled into bed.
When she woke up again, there were knights in her room. She was about to say something to them, when they constricted her mouth with a thick cloth, tying it behind her long, copper-blonde hair. She recognized one. Her pleading eyes fell on Brinley's hard face as two knights began tying her limbs into immobility. They bound her ankles to her upper thighs, then tied her wrists to that from behind her back. Her neck was added to the list through a long rope down her back. One rope connected to this rope by tying around her shoulders, just above her breasts. Another rope connected by tying around her arms, just under her breasts. A third rope was tied around her elbows. Three knots held the coarse gift-wrapping together. One more knot held her knees together. She couldn't move a single limb.
Brinley ordered one of the other dozen knights to carry her. She was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of feed. Her eyes fell on Brinley's, who was right behind her. Two green glares accused his dark gaze.
The journey passed surprisingly quickly and she slept for most of it. Before she knew it, Virgene was... somewhere. A darkness as deep as her confusion surrounded her. "Do you know where you are?" a familiar voice demanded of her. A pause. A chuckle. "Oh, that's right." A snap. Suddenly, light. Bright blue eyes, dark skin, and dark smooth hair greeted her. Her eyes widened. He casually walked over and removed the cloth from her mouth.
"YOU!" she spat.
"Do you know where you are?"
