The three delinquents lead her hurriedly away from the site, and into a small apartment. The place is what she expected of three such young men - clothes strewn about haphazardly, dirty - but she doesn't have time to critique the room, as the three of them close in on her, groping and undressing her. "Been too long since I had a milf..." The big one grins.
Ben seems eager to get on the trail and see the guy as soon as possible, while Bast seems more eager to explore. "I haven't been here in a long time." She says by way of explanation.
"We," Dr Hanson says as he pulls her up, "are in the long library." He sighs. "Or that's what I've been calling it. This place is colossal - I've been here for months and I haven't seen the whole thing. Or a way out." He shakes his head. "Sorry, you're the only person I've seen here, except the priests. I haven't seen your friends."
Natasha massage her forhead to get ride of headache but it look like it will stay with her for longer.
"Fuck..." Eloise grips the bathroom sink, enjoying the feeling of being pounded. "Why the hell does an asshole like you, ugh, have such a nice cock?" She squeezes his length, letting him feel the strange pleasure of fucking a woman who hates him but adores his dick.
Walking around the town, the three beauties draw a lot of attention, but they manage to get the layout more or less memorised. Miriam notes that there's quite a bit of surviving ancient architechture here.
"Well, I'm just guessing how long it's been. I arrived in the city on..." He names a date about four months ago. Looking around, Natasha spots books in multiple languages. Most are ancient, but some are actually quite modern, like French or Russian. "The priests aren't bad. Or at least they haven't been for me. They leave me food and clothes, and make sure I don't get sick, but they won't let me leave, and they won't explain anything about what this place is. They want me to join them, I think, swear an oath and be here forever." He rolls his eyes. "I'm flattered by the offer, but I have a wife back home that I need to get back to."
"S-Shut up...You prick..." The American moans as she takes his cock. "I'm a better fuck than Laura...And you know, ugh, it..."
The restaurant she's been directed to doubles as a shisha bar on the second floor, and it's there she meets her contact, an elderly man looking distinguished in a navy suit. "Nice to meet you." He bows his head. "So, you want information about Mister Scaletta's convoy, no?"
Luke didn't look any less confused, but he slowly nodded, 'Thank you for saving me then.' The young man reached out and for a second it looked like he was going to grab her breast, before he touched her arm.
Natasha give him actual date.
"L-Like you care about...oh my God...my h-husband...Aiii!" She cries out. "What he doesn't know...won't hurt him..."
"None taken. Ooh, what a charmer..." She rewards his bold action with a chuckle and one of her stunning smiles. "I don't care for the term 'witch', but yes, I'm the one you heard about. I hope that doesn't spoil things between us? 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live', and all that?"
"Damn, that long? Good God, I miss my wife..." Max looks down sadly, before turning his attention back to Natasha. "I found something in ancient Aramaic, but I'm a bit rusty in that language. It was something about 'humility', whatever that means. Plus, there's an area the priests keep me from going to. They tell me it's too dangerous, and from the growling I've heard, I don't think they're lying." He shivers. "And I suppose we could do that, sure."