Arne shakes his head. "Tie them up." he orders. As his subordinate follow his orders, three of the women don't even react - they were that drugged. Arne grabs the purse with the coin, his eyes fall on Hilda's lover - he might use that. He considers as he checks if the lad is still alive. "Vaclav, help me search through their things. Marzena, Ghoa, look after prisoners." He orders as he starts searching for everything that might be of use - the drugs, the money...
"Why not? Alright, we can do a bit of sparring. I warn you, though, that I can get a little carried away." She cracks her neck, finding a practice mace in the room.
He looks enthusiastically at Ignatia. "Iggie and I were thinking of going for a hunt, if you're interested. The lady's brother, Benacio, might be coming, if he's not too hungover."
"It is a chalange? Good, It is better to learn something from someone better skilled than you." He said smiling not sure if he mean himself or her. As they go outside, Mszczuj take practice sword from his men. "Make a room for us, your leader need to hit hard in something." He swinging his sword.
The lover moans, his stomach torn open by Marzena's blade. Arne isn't a physician, but he knows enough about bodily harm to realise that it would take a skilled one to save the man from a painful and slow death, though it's by no means impossible. Hild and the drugged women are tied up, the drugged ones offering no resistance whatsoever, thinking that it's merely a kink from their demonic lovers. Hild struggles, but stops moving when Marzena nudges the wounded man's wound, threatening to cause him extreme pain. The potion is almost entirely gone, the women having drunk greedily, trying to get every drop into their mouths. Inside the purse, Arne finds some coins. He calculates that the money would be worth about 100 grozy where he's going.
The practice arena is a fenced square in the courtyard. Msczuj's men cheer for him, while the inquisitors and castle garrison shout support for Marguerite. "You ready, or do you want to back out?" Marguerite grins, before dashing forwards, aiming her wooden mace in a swing towards his sword hand.
Smirking wickedly, Arne walks up to Hilde and grabs her by the chin, standing between the man and the widow. "Now, tell me everything. Where are the rest of the money? Who are your co-conspirators? Where did you get the drug from? What was exactly your plot?" He made the widow look at him. "Tell me everything, and I will allow you to join your lover." Of course, the inquisitor had no intentions to save the man, but he still worked well as a hostage - as long as he lived.
Mszczuj step back, to awoid hit her mace in his hand and made contrattack by stabing her in the belly. "Don't worry, there are much worse things, than being beaten on eyes of your mens." He said smiling and using his weapon reach at adventage.
"Sounds fun, I'll join then. I haven't hunter for... a month now I guess." Allune replied with a smile, "Will we be going on foot, or on horses?"
She looks away, but when Arne mentions her lover, Hild cracks. "Alright... We... Our husbands all went off to fight in the war. The women there," she gestures to the drugged women, now in a state of distress as they try to sate their horniness while tied up and helpless, "found out that their husbands were killed, while mine came back alive." She looks at her lover, confirming that they're married. "I met a herbalist in the woods one day, who creates potions like the one those women took. One of the girls mentioned that she was sick of praying to God to bring her husband back, so she would pray to the devil instead. When I heard that, I had an idea." She sighs. "I pretended that my husband had died in the war too, while he secretly contacted some of the men in the village. I got some of the potion from the herbalist, claiming it was a witch's brew that would help us commune with the devil. We'd come here, I'd give the potion to the ladies, and while they're...like that" she gestures to Lucie, who writhes against her ropes, begging for someone, anyone, to fuck her, "the village men would come and have their way with them, paying for the privilege and wearing the demon costumes to trick the women. We split the money three ways. I got a third, for instigating it all, and giving the ladies the brew, my husband got a third, for finding clients, and the herbalist got a third for providing the potion. Satisfied?" She looks at Arne, irritably. "Now, help my husband, please!"
Mszczuj chuckled and make fake strike to her head, only to swing sword and hit in Margurite shoulder, with step forward. "Yes, beating woman who fight back isn't reason for shame." He chuckled.
Marguerite uses the momentum to swing around and swing for the back of Msczuj's head. "True, but it's still funny."
Mszczuj lower his head to dodge swing of mace and grab blade of his long sword to push hard in Margurite cheast. "I agree. Check later how much money your men lose on bets."
“It's alright, Felina, I quite like that you are so direct with me. It's just that... I really don't know, I never paid much attention to my parents' sex life back home – though now I wish I had been a bit more observant.” Ophelia admitted. “Father can be... difficult to deal with, often giving orders or making demands and expecting people – be they servants or his own children – to do as he says. Like I said, I don't know if mother will be coming along with him or not, and then there's the question of what his mood will be after the trip – whether everything went well, or if there was any trouble along the way... Hmm, I think it might be best to have the option available, in case father wants to enjoy the company of some young and pretty maid, but not openly proposition him.” Ophelia slipped her hand inside the maid's dress and started groping her breast directly. “Any other suggestions, my dear?” She kissed Felina's neck again, then lightly bit her ear.
She backs out of the way, grinning. "I guarantee you, they won't." She feints a mace swing to his legs, before kicking at his head.
Mszczuj make suprised face, and mace swing before his eyes. "Close one." He said, changing grip on sword and holding for blade part. Next, using it like hammer, he strike in her weapon, to disarm her. "But not close enought."
Ophelia eagerly returned the kiss, having gotten rather aroused from her groping of the maid. But eventually they had to stop in order to catch their breath. “Wait, let me lock the door – we don't want to get interrupted right in the middle of things.” The noblewoman waited for the maid to get off her, then quickly made her way to the door and locked. Turning around she ogled the sexy maid. “Now, strip for me – slowly. I want to enjoy the show.” She demanded as her mind went over the available sex toys and settled on which one she wanted to use this time.
