"N-no, put it back in." She mumbles sleepily, before her eyes flutter open. "Ah, merde." She starts putting her armour and robes back on.
'"Merde"? I hadn't even asked where you are from, are you French?' Angelo asked, as he got up and clothed himself, before helping Marguerite put on her armour.
“Thank you, Larisa.” Ophelia gave the young woman a grateful smile and a nod as she took the seat that had been offered to her. Just as Ophelia sat down Miroslava arrived and the servants started serving the food. The young noblewoman used the chance to discreetly check out both their hostess and the various dishes they had been served.
@Tjf Larisa, seeing Miroslava return, can’t manage to properly take a look at her, trying to fight back the blush and not hint at anything out of the ordinary, instead choosing to pour and take a conveniently timed drink so she doesn’t need to say anything.
"I see. Thank you for that." Allune replied as she continued eating, while listening to Darius speak. "Ah. That is... kind of pointless." She sighed as the old man finished telling his story. But then, Allune speaks up, "Have... any of you fought... something, that isn't human, nor a regular beast?" She asked as she finishes her plate of meat.
"From Picardie", she confirms. "I was the heir to a barony as a child, but my uncle took my lands when my father died. He gave my mother a choice, marry him and send me to the church, or watch as he had my head cut off."
'I'm sorry to hear that,' Angelo said, doing up the fastesnings of Marguerite's armour, 'You probably got lucky, he might've done worse things than kill you.' He hugged her from behind and nuzzled her neck, 'And I'm glad they sent you to the church. I wouldn't have met you otherwise.'
Miroslava smiles slyly, seeing Benacio and Larisa together, before turning her attention to the rest of the table. Benacio smiles at her, accepting the drink. She sees that the food is of a high quality, succulent meats covered in honey and spices, with fresh fruits and fine wine. Better than anything she is served at home on any day besides feast days, and even then, she never got the best portions before. As she looks at Miroslava, the stunning blonde returns her gaze, smiling, before she says grace. "Please, begin", she says to the table.
"It's in the past. Besides, I like the life of an inquisitor." She grins, fondling his crotch. "And the perks it offers." She finishes with her breast plate, throwing on her robe.
Angelo playfully swatted away Marguerite's hand, 'Oh~. stop it, we are late as it is.' He smiled, 'So, since you're from France... which Pope do you think is legitimate? Benedict in Avignon or Boniface in Rome?'
(I'm bad in writing sex scenes too, so maybe just finish it and push plot forward?) Mszczuj fuck Eva until she reach orgazm and they leave cold water. "It is weird, I could swear it was much cool when we enter inside." He wraped his arm around her shoulders.
He shakes his head. "No. It was a little difficult to see what it would have looked like before you burnt it, but I'm sure that I've never seen its like."
She laughs. "Careful, that kind of talk will get you in trouble. Truthfully, I don't pay much attention to popes and antipopes. Schism or no schism, our job is just to slaughter demons. Still, not all the inquisitors think the same way. You'll find supporters of both Avignon and Rome in the camp. You have an opinion?" She asks him as she straps her sword to her belt.
Ophelia quietly said grace as well, then chose a very tempting-looking dish and started eating it slowly. Well, the lady certainly held nothing back in preparing this meal. Looks like she's trying hard to make a good impression... She cut a small piece of meat and put it in her mouth. Mmm, the food tastes wonderful. Miroslava has excellent cooks, it seems. She thought as she chewed slowly, enjoying the taste. As she ate she discreetly took a look at each of the other people on the table, trying to see their reactions to the food.
"I figured. That thing was... as if the gamekeeper, and his wife were both mutilated... then put back together." Allune shuddered, thanking her lucky stars that she didn't barge in the front door.
