"Don't remind me. At feasts and balls, people couldn't keep their eyes off me. Now there's no one to be jealous." Catherine chuckles, but also sighs sadly. "A bath together? Young lady, the tub's rather small for two women. We'd be rubbing up against each other." The chuckle becomes a drunkenly mirthful giggle.
"Join your c-crew?" The nun says in surprise, breathing heavily from the aftershock of her orgasm, beads of sweat hypnotically falling down her chest. "A pirate crew? But what would I do? I don't really know how to fight, or sail a ship."
Spoiler: Dexterity Roll Minor Success The young man across from him rolls his eyes as Derrick throws his dice. Derrick's roll is good, though not as good as he was hoping, and his opponent follows it with a decent roll of his own. "I'm sure I do - and I'm sure that after this you won't have any clothes to speak of, fancy or not." The young man taunts back. Derrick's attention is distracted for a moment, as a woman walks confidently up to the table. "I don't suppose this game has room for an additional player?" She says in a crisp, refined accent, giving Derrick a strange look he can't quite parse the meaning of.
"Why not? If anything, it'll be funny." She nods. "I had Ana keep the water hot, thinking you might want a wash when you got back." She says the name of their elderly maid. "Shall we?"
Peter's manhood quickly becomes hard again in her hand, warm and slick with her own juices. "Mmm, nice - but I could do that myself."
“Yes, let's. It would be a waste for the water to grow cold.” Mariel nodded eagerly and got up to follow after her mother. She was looking forward to enjoying a proper bath.
The Dutchman stares at the lustful display so intensely that Renee's pretty sure she could have the entire crew sneak up behind him without him noticing. He kicks off his elegant shoes, fumbling at his pants before getting them off to display an average looking cock, painfully erect. He moves closer, placing his hands on Renee's thighs. "That accent - French, right? You people cost me a lot of money in the last war. Time to make it up to me." He growls, before shoving his hips forward, entering her cunt.
The butler begins to lead her out of the mansion. As they reach the front door, though, they come across a young man coming in - the Marquis de Lioncourt, son of the woman who is Catherine's hated rival. "Madame." He grins. "What a pleasure to see you. I was saddened to hear of your...financial woes."
The two women find the bathtub steaming as they reach it, Catherine grinning as she traces her fingers across the water. "Ah, lovely." Sense of propriety perhaps dulled by the alcohol, Mariel's mother begins unlacing her dress. "Help me with the ones on the back, dearest?"
“Happily.” Mariel nodded as she moved closer and got to work, quickly untying the laces. “There, all done! Let me know if there's anything else I can help with.” She added as she watched her mother undress, before starting to take off her own clothes.
"Hm? Oh, yes." She was very careful with her tone. Deliberately giving an inflection as if that was news to her and she failed to even notice the situation. While such a simple tactic on it's own wouldn't be enough to mean much, Catherine did take it upon herself to hand him six gold doubloons. Even among nobles this was a pretty excessive gesture. Even one proper gold was about an average day's profit for most and that went to living expenses. To casually throw away this much like it's nothing...she definitely made sure the servants and whoever else was visiting the state could notice how dismissive she looked for offering it as if it was nothing to her. "It's not much, but I'm sure at your age this will be good for buying some wine for some girls your age." She had pretended that she didn't really hear him, but the bigger point was the frivolous display of wealth was to serve an actual purpose. While there was no way the Marquis herself would fall for something like this, her son was a bit more of a coin flip. He definitely had a good sense of things, but she definitely considered him to be nothing next to his mother. More importantly, he wasn't even the target so much as everyone else in the governor's residence to circulate the idea that the rumors the count's house was struggling could be exaggerated. In the long term, this would be useful to attract more investment from the governor or merchants if he believed they weren't actually hurting nearly as much as the Marquis believed and in a self fulfilling prophecy could help expand that into a more proper recovery. "But I really must be going. Do take care."
Catherine's dress slides off, followed quickly by her underclothes, and her shapely body is exposed to Mariel's view, buxom and curvy, despite having had multiple children. She shivers a little in the night's cold, nipples hardening, and she grins at Mariel. "One thing." She giggles, before giving her daughter a shove, sending her falling into the bath water. Mother follows daughter soon after, and as expected, the small tub means that both of them are pressing up against each other.
Spoiler: Manipulation Roll Fail The coins bounce off the Marquis' jacket and fall to the ground, several servants eyeing them up with interest as they work. Catherine's sure the servants buy her gambit, but the young man clearly doesn't. "My mother has a vendetta against you, but I don't. I can offer you protection from her." He calls out as she goes to leave.
Maybe it was due to the wine from earlier, but Mariel couldn't help but check out and admire her mother's body. Perhaps that was why the shove caught her by surprise, the pirate captain yelping as she fell into the tub. Though her surprise was quickly replaced by amused giggles. “It is a bit tight, but not unpleasantly so.” Mariel noted as their bodies pressed against each other. “How about I wash you, and then you can return the favor?” She suggested as her hands moved to start doing just that. If the older blonde did not object the pirate captain would proceed to fully wash her mother's body, private areas included.
Marlene smile as he getting off in her hand. She wanted to finish him off, so she moved her hand faster.
Derrick grins up at her, "Go right on ahead and sit down, more for me at the end of the night!" He chuckles a little, then turns back to Mr. Fancipants, "I'll admit, you're doing good. But not as good as me!" Derricks eyes dart between the new lady and the rich guy. This is the poor man's resort, why's two of the wealthier folk down here? Are they a couple? Can't say. If they wanted higher end services, surely they could have gone further inland. Something about this is ringing Derrick's "scheme bell". Something's afoot. Until something bigger happens, though, it's also a couple of suckers to wring dry of their walking money. And considering the fine make of their clothing, they've got enough to pay his rent for at least three months. Just gotta keep an eye on the doors. Might as well start poking their story and seeing what's going on. His Pops would bash him upside the head from the grave if he knew I let someone pull one over me, "So, what brings you to our table? Was it the Prince or the Pauper?" Then, with a vigorous shake of his hand, Derrick slams the dice onto the table, rolling his wrist just right to tip the odds in his favor. Memorizing what numbers are on what faces of the dice certainly helps. "Three twos!"
Renee groaned, as the man penetrated her. "Oh, oui! Mon mastair, zis slut apulogizes! She did not know zat le pathétic frenchmen madé you suffair! Please, use mon cunt until eet breaks, punish zis mizairabuhl slave, until shé crumbuhls!" Renee crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, so he did not see the other woman moving behind him.
"No, rather pleasant, actually." Catherine smiles as the two of them are pressed up together in the steaming water. She gives a soft little moan, as Mariel's hands move across her more sensitive areas.
Peter grunts as her hand moves faster. "Maybe I was wrong." He chuckles, then moans. Suddenly, Marlene's hand and chest are covered in seed as he cums a second time.
