Inside, he sees Allune and Ignatia heading into a room with the proprietress. Lukas nods to Angelo. "The girls are being fitted. As much as I would like to peek on them, I did promise to buy you some new clothes."
Angelo had to chuckle, 'Don't let me stop you from peeking. The scene when they catch you should be good entertainment.' The monk looked around the shop at what clothes were available.
The bonds restraining her to the bed are still tight. Marguerite smiles at him. "An inquisitor often enjoys the company of her compatriots."
Ophelia smiled at the woman. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but... One of my father's knights just arrived and informed me that father will arrive in two days. Unless there's some sort of delay, or something happens to make them rush and arrive early, this is when they will be here. Please make sure that all servants are aware of that. Inform the guests as well - I believe at last some of them are not here right now and I'm not sure when they will get back. That is all.” (Not happy with how this post turned out, but I'm not feeling so great right now and just can't come up with anything better.)
Mszczuj tease her breast, touching nipples making them erect again. "And what with suspicious for heretic? Do you use your position to please yourself or you keept everything on profesional way? I heard also about fighting against succubs and inccubs, demons what try to seduce humans. Do you have any expirence with them?"
"Hey, I'll have you know, monk, that I'm extremely stealthy." He chuckles back. There are less clothes here for men than women, but nonetheless, Angelo finds a wide variety, from simple tunics and jerkins to elaborate doublets and jupons.
Allune followed the older woman into the side room, and as she told them to disrobe. Thinking it was just them in there the busty blond nonchalantly undoes her brigandine, until she remembered the risque underwear she had on. She paused for a moment. It's impossible to ask Ignatia to leave. She'll never believe i'm the shy type, since we did THAT in the bath. Uuuuh... hopefully she'll believe my excuse. Allune thought to herself, before stripping her tight gambeson, and pants. Revealing her sexy red lingerie.
'You have practiced it that many times, did you?' Angelo laughed, before picking out a combination of doublet and hose from the clothes. 'I think that should do, I don't want to render you a pauper with both of those dresses you promised to buy,' Angelo said to Lukas.
"Ahhh. I don't deal with heretics, generally. My role in the inquisition is to fight demons..." She gives a vague smile. "I have on occasion had my dealings with succubi."
“Thank you, that is all for now.” Ophelia gave a nod and a smile to the woman and left her to her work. With that taken care of the noblewoman decided to go back to her room and rest for a bit, before anything else came up that required her attention.
Ignatia strips down, before looking at Allune and letting out a loud whistle. "Damn, Lune. That looks amazing on you. Where'd you get that?" The tailor steps in between them, wrapping the tape around Allune's waist.
"Err... m-my... mother." Allune was at a loss for words, so she simply said whatever came to her mind. "My mother put it in the deepest part of my luggage. She... she's always said I needed to be more outgoing." She said with a crooked smile as the tailor measured her slim waist. "Anyway... I wore it cause it's the only pair I had left... I've been wanting to wash my clothes for awhile now."
“I don’t think...” She wracked her brain thinking about it. Given the tastes that seemed to run in her family, she couldn’t sat with as much certainty as she liked. She was a little distracted by the fondling of her ass, and while expected it also kind of surprised her. “Already? It’s been quite a day. I need some rest.” She only sounded mildly annoyed, and not even really against it. Her words sounded more like a married couple who wasn’t in the mood, just yawning and not really bothering to move his hands away from her body.
Lukas nods. "Very kind of you. Still, those'll do fine. Maybe you'll impress that pretty inquisitor?" He grins. "Your mother is certainly quite...encouraging, then." Ignatia chuckles, as the tape measures Allune's height. "Still, I'd prefer that to a prudish mother who keeps you locked up all day until they marry you off." She looks at the door. "Just checking that Lukas isn't peeking. If he sees you in that, he'll never give up trying to bed you."
Ophelia gets a good hour of undisturbed rest, before she hears shouting. Going to the window, she sees the portcullis raised. Kuril, Benacio and two of the men ride into the courtyard, covered in blood.
The Guardian nods. "I'm just touching, girl. Pay it no mind." He continues to squeeze and grope. "Don't get me wrong, you're not a self absorbed cunt like your aunt is, but you can be ruthless when you need to be. I just hope you don't take it too far."
“Now what happened?” Ophelia sighed and made her way to where her brother was, to find out how bad things were.
'Maybe...' Angelo chuckled, 'Or I can impress your two friends back there.' The young monk leaned in conspiratorily, 'Have you ever ... you know ... bedded ... either of them?'
As she arrives, Benacio slumps out of the saddle, thudding loudly against the ground. Kuril gives a pained groan as he slowly lifts himself off of his horse, wiping away the blood that pours down into his eye from a cut on his forehead. "We were ambushed, ma'am." He swears in his native tongue, as some maids rush to help Benacio. "We found your brother fighting off demons, powerful ones. When we went in to help, more of them attacked us from the flank." Benacio looks weakly at a maid. "W-Water, please..."
