She notes that the man pays for an hour, though she knows that he can purchase more time with her if she agrees. Stepping inside her room, he approaches Danielle from behind, sliding his arms around her waist. Eagerly, he begins to kiss her neck, as his hands slide down towards her most sensitive area.
"I-uh, yes. We hired her recently. We were lucky to find someone willing to come out here, actually." The alderman smiles, beginning to recover from his Wild Hunt scare. "She's in the hut at the edge of the village, the old hunter's hut." He gives a suspicious look. "You don't mean trouble with her, do you?"
“Fuck!” Varrin cursed as he saw one of the riders snatch his younger sister. The young man had hoped that Madeline would get behind him and thus he would act as a wall for both of them, but that had not happened. Either Maddie had not realized what he had been trying to do, or had been too slow to move. In any case she was now in the hands of the unknown riders and there was little he could do, weakened by the cold as he was. The latter problem was solved by Isabella, her spell bringing some warmth and strength back to his body. Desperate, he dropped the weapons he was holding and instead pulled out two of his throwing daggers. With no time to lose or to come up with a plan, Varrin aimed at the horse of the rider that had taken his sister and threw both, attempting to hit the unarmored parts of the animal's feet and make it fall. It was a dangerous move, as his sister could also get hurt in the fall, but it was all he could do in the few brief moments he had.
"I-indeed she'd be... a disgrace as a noble." Mirellia replied, feeling her panties grow damp. And as Gunther brought his face closer to hers, he'd notice her blush, her chest rising up and down with her every breath, along with her sexy scent. But the moment he moved away, Mirellia's eyes widen, "Ah, y-yes, I suppose, I should get ready for Ashton's meeting." She said as she finishes her meal, and runs back to her room. What, what was I doing! How could I... no, hopefully he'll just think I was tired. She thought to herself, as she changes into her red dress while waiting for Ashton to pick her up. Spoiler
'No, I am just aiming to talk to her,' Ard said, 'Thank you for you help.' He turned to Abigail, 'Shall we see what the vatt'ghern has to say?'
Breaking away for a few moments, she touches his shoulders to bring him sitting to the bed as she steps away a few feet in front of him and begins to move her hips. Slowly, but with grace and skill, se pivots and maneuvers herself with impressive flexibility as she gradually undoes part of her dress, letting it slump in a sling by her shoulder as it falls. Moving back and forth and drawing herself closer to him, she begins to let it all drop, her breasts flying free and now only protected by the thin fabric below, where her dancing is brought to a halt to look at him awkwardly. "This is...a little embarrassing. I...had trouble this morning and couldn't..." The dancer's face suddenly going shy, she bunches the fabric of her dress to lift it slightly, and give him the glimpse of her wet soaked and utterly see through underwear, as well as the object still working it's magic inside of her.
Lutz took another bite. He was thinking that he might need to take another road, one less travelled. He had a somewhat bad premonition, that it will be the swamps. He looked around discreetly looking at the other possible sources of information if he did not found anyone interesting, he decided to go to his room.
Varrin's daggers don't manage to lame the horse, but the flying steel manages to slash deeply into one of its lower hind legs. In pain, the beast rears up, and both Madeline and the rider fall from the saddle, the young woman luckily landing on top of the darkly clad figure, and not crushed by the weight of his armour. Using the momentary respite, Madeline pushes herself onto her feet, beginning to run away, as the rider stands. He ignores Madeline, instead turning and fixing his gaze on Varrin and Isabella. Outside the protective warmth of Isabella's magical bubble, the world around Varrin continues to freeze, frost and snow beginning to cover the ground and turn the trees from green to white. Looking around, the young noble has trouble believing he's still in his temperate homeland, and not the mountains of Skellige or some other frozen waste. The rider looks backwards, finding that his horse has recovered, and stands obediently, waiting for some sort of command. The man in black walks to his mount, pulling an elaborate mace from a strap on the saddle, made of the same dark metal as his armour. Retrieving the weapon, he strides towards Varrin and Isabella, lethal intent clear.
Gunther grins at her last statement. "She'd be a filthy whore, and a good one, I'd wager." The merchant lets his daughter in law retreat. In her own chambers, after some time to recover, Mirellia decides that her appearance is immaculate, and that she's ready. Not long after, Ashton arrives at the door, dressed in an elegant black and gold doublet. He looks his mother up and down openly, before grinning and handing her some flowers which smell of an intoxicating scent. "Wow. I'll be sure to impress with you on my arm."
The witch nods, and together they walk towards the house. As they do, they see the woman looking at them through the window, with bright red hair, wolflike yellow eyes, and plate armour over her body. Looking out, she sees two figures approaching the hut. The first is a finely dressed elven man, and the second is an attractive redhead in a herbalist's dress. The two of them see Verena looking out at them.
Mirellia breathes in the scen of the offered flowers, "Lovely." She said with a gentle smile, before looking at him with her usual strict gaze. "Indeed, You could also say everything else will depend on your abilities to negotiate."
Waldemar doesn't bother hiding his lust as he watches the redheaded milf dancing for him, the bulge concealed by his trousers growing ever more prominent every time Danielle reveals more of her body. As she lifts up her skirt, revealing the dildo, he grins like a cat with cream, eyes taking in the sight of her drenched cunt. "No need to be embarrassed, Danielle." He reaches out to pull her closer to the bed, where he sits leaning forwards. The gangster's hand slides slowly up her thigh, until it reaches the fake phallus. Gently, he begins to pull it out of her, and ease it back in, rythmically fucking her with the dildo. "I brought you here to satisfy my needs, but I think we'll start off by seeing to your own needs first." His free hand reaches up to squeeze at her breasts, while he dispenses with her panties, his tongue lashing out to lick skillfully at her clit, his touch bringing much needed relief to her, after a day full of stimulation.
"Don't worry. Grandfather has taught me well." Ashton slips an arm around her waist, beginning to lead her outside. "They'll try to give me a bad price, but unbenknownst to them, I've discovered how much they're currently paying, thanks to a loose lipped courtesan. They'll have no choice but to accept my offer, since it's far more reasonable, as long as I do nothing to offend their egos." Outside the mansion, Ashton leads the milf to the stables, where Caster gives a lascivious grin when the young man isn't looking, before helping Mirellia into the carriage. Ashton hops up next to her after giving the coachman directions. "So, you remember that you're there as my mistress, not as my mother? You'll have to play the role convincingly. I may have to do or say things that are inappropriate, to sell the ruse."
"Heh. Interesting. I guess he has thought you well. But you we'll see how it goes." She chuckled as her son led her outside, where she shuddered as Caster gave her such lustful gazes. And once they were inside the carriage, Mirellia nods. "Yes, yes, do you think I'd agree to this without knowing that?" She sighed, "I'll play the part, assuming your negotiating skills are adequate." She added as they rode on.
The carriage stops in front of the bathhouse, an elegant but subtle looking building in an upper class district of Novigrad. Caster and Ashton help Mirellia out of the carriage, though of course it isn't needed, and the merchant's son leads her past the doors. Heading inside, the noblewoman finds the place quite tastefully decorated, a well dressed servant at the front bowing deeply. "Mr Feldonna? Please, Mr Varese has been expecting you. And this is?" He looks at Mirellia, more respectfully than most men, but unable to fully keep his admiration from his gaze. Ashton responds dismissively. "This is my concubine. Please, lead us to Mr Varese." The man nods and bows, leading the two on. Heading through the bathhouse, she sees the the clients are mostly men, though a few women are spotted here and there, the majority of them highly attractive. The servant leads Ashton and his 'concubine' into the back, a private sauna, filled with steam. There, seated, is a tattooed and rough looking dwarf, to whom the servant bows and introduces Ashton. The dwarf, seeming like the rough sort, but radiating with authority, begins to speak. "Good to see you again, Feldonna. I see you've brought a fine treat." Ashton laughs, sounding not unlike his grandfather. "Unfortunately, this one is just for me, Mr Varese. My new concubine, you see. She's unbelievable, far too good to share." The dwarf laughs. "I certainly know what that's like." He waves his arm around in the steam produced by the sauna. "Please, feel free to undress, unless you want those fine clothes ruined." Ashton leads Mirellia into a changing room nearby, removing his clothing. The milf realises again that her son's 'equipment' is every bit as substantial in real life as it is in her fantasies, and remembers the feeling of it inside her cunt, as he gestures for her to remove her dress. "Alright, things are going well, so far." The young man covers himself with a towel.
“That went well...” Varrin was happy that his sister had not gotten hurt in the fall and was in no immediate danger. Now all he had to do was survive the knight's retaliatory attack. Seeing the rider approach the young man remained in the small pocket of warmth Isabella had created, picked up his weapons that he had discarded in his rush to stop the knight from leaving, and took a fighting pose, ready to engage the enemy. “How are you feeling, Issie? Will you be able to assist me if things go badly? I have no idea what to expect from this guy, but he's clearly no regular knight...” He asked his sister without taking his eyes off the approaching enemy.
As Lutz heads for the stairs, the dwarf joins him, fresh from his own reconnaissance, informing him of some side roads out of the city that would avoid the guard checkpoint and swamps, though apparently those routes are having severe monster troubles at the moment. The dwarf enters his own room, leaving Lutz to retire for the evening. Inside, he sees the maid from before, fluffing the pillows of Lutz's bed. "Oh, sorry sir." She looks up. "I'll be done in just a moment." The redhead gets back to her work.
Mirellia played along until they reached the changing room, "Really now, but... I did expect this the moment you said the meeting was in a bathhouse." She sighed as she removes her dress, revealing her erotic undergarments, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. The sexy milf then removes her lingerie, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, and pink lower lips. She hurriedly covers herself with a towel, and follows Ashton back into the bathing area.
Isabella grunts from the strain of her spell. "S-Sorry... This frost, it's too powerful. If I'm distracted, the shield will fail." Beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, she gets back to work. The rider continues to advance. Lifting up his mace, he feints a downward swing, before thrusting the weapon towards Varrin's unprotected face. Isabella's shield provides no protection from anything but magic and the weather, so the mace passes through the layer of magic with no resistance.
