Larisa frowned. "Sounds like someone should teach him to clean up his act." She shook her head. "Of course, a noble lord gains a lot of attention and there's no telling how Ophelia would react....sometimes you just need to let things go, I suppose. The sooner he is out of here, the sooner he can become someone else's problem." Larisa still overall liked the germans from what few interactions she had with them. They didn't seem like the type who would approve of these things, but it was probably better to just leave them to deal with their own internal family politics. As much as she'd love to be delivering her own special brand of justice, the list of enemies was getting increasingly longer and it wouldn't help to start shortening the list of potential allies in the process. "Well, you can just have fun anyway....but remember, alcohol loosens lips. Just be sure that it doesn't end up being yours."
"Mmh... I... I guess it is." Allune moaned as she closes her eyes, doing her best to hold back her moans while the inquisitor massager her smooth back.
"Errr, maybe don't attack the lord of this castle, no." He chuckles. "I promise not to get drunk and expose you." After a few moments of awkward silence, he says "You know, if you're worried about me being at the party, maybe you could supervise me? I don't have a date..."
There's a sharp crack as a particularly painful knot is released, putting an end to weeks of discomfort. "Tell me, is there anyone...special...in your life?"
Mszczuj stoped her hand and started massage her breast. "Not so fast. I want to hear that too from your mouth." He tease her.
"Haaahn!" Allune let out a loud moan as the knot on her back was removed, "Ooooh....." Slumping down onto the tub even more, the busty blond cooed. "Someone... special?" She repeated as she thought about the question. If she were to answer, it would be Matthias who was the one she gave her first time, along with being one of her childhood friends. "Ah... well, I guess there is someone."
Mszczuj make offended face. "That moustache are part of my family tradition. We all are proud of our hair." He said still massaging her breast.
Her fingers continue to do their heavenly work. "And are you and this person exclusive?" "Mmmmh, nice, keep doing that." She moans.
Angelo kept working on her neck a little longer, before his hands moved lower to press into her back, 'You must be doing a lot of hard work as a maid here, you deserve a little comfort yourself.'
Arne smirked and shook his head. "I'm pretty sure you didn't call me daddy at any point of our acquaintanceship... and I do remember the sadistic joy with which you torture your own mother. What was the grievance you told her about when you drove hot branding iron into her tit?" As Arne listened he scratched his chin. "I heard about her, but never meet her." He looked at the younger woman. "But why should I help you? What can you offer?"
"Aaahn... n-no... not until I return to the village... I guess?" Allune replied, though she could have accepted Matthias' feelings before she left. There was still the off chance she wouldn't be able to return.
"Comfort? And what type of comfort do you mean, exactly?" Marguerite chuckles. "In that case, what would you say to having some fun with Angelo and I? Maybe Sarva too, if she's good." Her fingers continue to work.
Angelo chuckled, as his hands went beneath the water and massaged the small of her back, 'Isn't this comfortable?'
"Oh, there were a few things. She wanted me to join the church, for one thing. She wouldn't let me fuck you, for another. Oh, and she lowered my allowance that month." She nods. "I think that was everything, though it's hard to remember the specifics. I was more caught up in the moment." The young beauty gives a chuckle. "Why should you help me? Apart from the fact that having one of the most powerful men in the Holy Roman Empire as the husband of your little 'investment' might be useful for an ambitious inquisitor. Plus, there's the fact that I'm unlike your toys, I'm devoted to you because I actually like you, rather than having been broken into obedience by sexual torture." The redhead chuckles. "Not that your attention has nothing to do with it."
