Lukas chuckles. "You have a dirty mind, monk... No, I haven't had either of them. I did spend some time with Allune's mother though." He sighs wistfully. "She was incredible. Just as hot as her daughter, and very...enthusiastic." He shakes his head. "I'm thinking of making her my mistress, when the king gives me my land back. If Allune's father doesn't get her first."
"Ugh... tell me about it." Allune shuddered, recalling her mother's passionate cries when she was with Lukas. The busty blond fixes her posture, allowing the tailor to measure her height. Which was a few inches taller than the average woman. "Don't worry, that guy knows if he peeks, he'll have to watch out for my arrows." She said with a grin. "Anyway, what sort of dress do you like?"
'I'm just curious. Guy travelling with two fine women, facing danger together,sounds like a recipe for passion,' Angelo shrugged before widening his eyes, 'You... and Allune's mother?' He chuckled, 'I guess that means it's pointless to ask who of the two of girls you like better. Does Allune know you are planning to become her step-father?'
Ignatia ponders. "I'm not sure. I'm not really used to dresses like this. I guess I just want something nice. And expensive." She grins to the old woman, who chuckles. Ignatia ponders, as the woman begins to measure her. "I have to wonder what's up with Lukas, though. He's a total perv, but at the same time, he didn't go along with his uncle's plan, and he hasn't really made any moves on either of us."
Lukas lets out a sharp laugh that can be heard in the other room. "Recipe for passion? More like a recipe for frustration. I like Allune and Ignatia, but they're my friends, too, so I don't wanna lose them by trying to hard to fuck them. Don't tell them I said that, though, they'll think I've gone soft." He looks at some of the dresses for a moment. "Allune knows that I was with her mother. I don't think she knows quite how much I enjoyed her mother's company, though."
"Yeah, same here. I've never really gone to a formal party before. I mean, sure in my village we've had some celebrations here and there. But I could just wear my normal clothes there, since no one was a noble." Allune sighed. "Well, he's got a conscience at least. And, since we've been travelling together for awhile now. He knows if he pisses us off he might lose his "dagger." She replied with a giggle.
"True enough, we outnumber him. Hard to blame him for being arrogant, though. He's handsome, and a noble. It probably wasn't very hard for him to seduce girls before." Ignatia ponders as the tailor finishes, writing down the measurements.
"True... even my friend was attracted to him." Allune added, she then looks at the tailor. "So, what sort of dress will fit us?" She asked with a smile.
"I wonder about that too." She really wasn't sure where she landed on the spectrum others had of good or evil these days. She still didn't exactly buy into it, but she had encountered enough people way worse than her by know to decide that some were better than others. "Not all actions are ideal, and some are even regrettable...however, when the time comes for it, decisive action needs to be taken. Be good to the innocent. Ruthless to the guilty. Not everything the inquisition says is inherently wrong...they just think that it shouldn't have to apply to themselves. Eventually, I'll have to face consequences for my own actions, but I have no plans on that being anytime soon. If I have to be issued a cold cell or burned at the stake, then everything to this point, becomes utterly pointless. All that work into trying to make the world just a bit of nicer place for my kind to live, gone. I can't save the whole planet. I don't know if I really want to try. I just want myself and my family to simply be allowed to keep their beliefs without fear of persecution. I'm more inclined to help people in need than not, but taking care of our own problems has to come first. I wouldn't say I actually brutal means to do it, but I won't shy away from them. It's an uncomfortable truth, but killing people is generally the best possible way to ensure they don't have a chance to swear all that revenge they talk about. Why give someone the opportunity to make things more difficult later on? I probably should have just killed those pimps outright...but I figure if they are left alive, that helps solicit fear which is actually a powerful weapon when trying to build your reputation of a dark witch. I can't hide my magic. Not forever. But is possible to create such a myth around it that in peasant terms it becomes a matter of "Fuck with us at our own risk."
Ophelia sighed and signaled for the maids to bring her brother some water. “Let me take care of everyone's wounds, then you can give me the details.” She began healing each man's wounds, starting with whoever seemed in the worst condition.
Angelo chuckled, 'She must've quite left some impression on you. I'd assume Allune wouldn't approve of that arrangement much, so it's probably for the best to not tell her at the moment.'
Arne smiled - she would do. He allowed the herbalist to service him. He grunted with pleasure as her warm mouth squeezed his dick, but he wanted more. He grabbed her hair and pulled, pushing his dick into her throat. As the woman struggled for air, Arne grunted with pleasure, as he deep throated her. It didn't take him long unload his seed into the blond. He then pushed away barely conscious woman, throwing her to the floor. "Now, we shall begin." He said sinisterly. Two hours later, the blond woman laid barely conscious on the floor of her hut, all of her holes thoroughly fucked. Arne finished putting on his clothes. He grabbed her by the hair and raised her, so their eyes met. "Remember, you have a day to pack and come to me. Don't try to run away." He let go of her, allowing her to fall on the ground and fall into blissful unconsciousness. As he was walking out, he turned to Ghoa. "Stay here and keep an eye on her. Should she try to run, kill her and bring me her head." He ordered. He returned to Hild's house, it was time to take caare of the widows.
The old crone looks back. "I make you dress of modern style. From Paris." She begins absent-mindedly working, needle and thread clinking together, before Allune sees the distinctive signs of magic animating the fabric to speed up the tailor's work. Lukas chuckles. "Probably a good idea. What about you. Got your eye on anyone? Tarsovie castle seems filled to bursting with beauties at the moment."
The creature nods in agreement with her. "Fear keeps people in line. You simply must ensure that you don't make people so scared that they lose their reason and attack you. Balance is important. Nonetheless, if anyone should attempt to harm you, I'll be on your side. You're valuable, after all."
Benacio is the weakest, not critically injured, but exhausted and concussed. The others all have cuts and bruises, but aren't in terrible shape, at least physically.
Ghoa nods obediently. At Hild's house, the widows are where Arne left them, beginning to rouse themselves out of a deep sleep, covered in sweat and with their heads throbbing. "W-Where are we?" The eldest looks around, rubbing her temples.
"Hmm. I haven't seen dresses from Paris before." Allune cooed as she watched the old woman worked. But, when she saw the tailor use magic, the busty blond gasped. "Wow, I didn't know magic could be used this way." She said in an amused tone as she continued watching.
'What? Me?' Angelo blushed a little, 'Maybe I shouldn't say this as a monk, but there are one or two women who have caught my eye since coming here. Well... two more now since you've arrived.'
"It's going to be complicated to do. I really don't think there will that many to complain about what happens to the people I typically deal with. Whatever the case, we'll just have to worry about things when they come." Larisa let out a yawn and placed down her glass. "Dark vigilantism is pretty tiring however. I think it's time to call it a day."
Ophelia sighed and got to work, healing first her brother, as he seemed to be in the worst condition, and then each of the other men, until everyone's wounds had been taken care of. “Alright, now tell me in detail what happened?” She demanded to know as she looked first at Benacio, then the rest of the men, and the her brother again. (Not a very inspired post, but I'm still feeling a bit out of it.)
