Mirellia nods, agreeing to the terms of her pay. But as soon as Saira mentioned another job, she looks curious. "Oh? Is it anything I can help with? And if you don't like doing it, why don't you find another casino to work for?" She asked in a concerned tone, though in truth she's merely trying to gain more information.
“As my lady commands,” Varrin replied with a smirk. He added a second finger in her pussy and then a third, his thrusting gradually speeding up, made easier by how wet she was. At the same time his tongue teased Isabella's clit for a bit before he resumed sucking on it, and his free hand reached up to play with one massive tit, fondling and squeezing it, and occasionally pinching her nipple.
As her orgasm washes over her, the witcher feels her consciousness slip away, and this isn't helped by the way Gustav continues to fuck her. By her second orgasm, her tongue looks out of the side of her mouth, and by her third, she passed out completely. Trista wakes hours later, sore but extremely satisfied. Looking around, she sees that the room is empty except for her.
"No, no, nothing you can do." She shakes her head, trying to figure out how to phrase things. "Let's just say that there's something very important I do for the bosses here, and they wouldn't be pleased if I left."
Isabella reaches down to run a hand through his hair, moaning openly at this point. "F-Fuck, Varrin! Don't you d-dare fucking stop!"
"Oh?" Mirellia replied in a worried tone, "That's understandable. But still, I know the feeling of being forced to something you don't like. I mean, if you had the chance to leave... would you take it?"
Mirellia sees the guards grumbling, and Saira makes a fake laugh. "Forcing? Me? No, I think you've misunderstood! I love being here..." Despite her words, her tone is less than convincing.
Varrin did not bother answering, but he did change what he was doing a bit. He pulled his fingers out and moved them lower to her back door, trying to get one inside, using her juices as lubricant; his mouth moved to her now-free slit and Varrin's tongue forced its way inside, the young man enjoying the sweet taste of his sister's nectar and trying to get as deep inside as he could; and the hand that had been playing with her tit moved down to her clit, rubbing, teasing and pinching.
The nobleman's efforts are rewarded as he feels his sister's body shudder and tremble, nearing orgasm. "F-fuh..." She moans cutely, expression at odds with her usual fearsome disposition.
Varrin's finger forced its way inside his sister's back door and started moving slowly. Encouraged by Isabella's cute moans he increased his efforts, the finger in her ass speeding up its movement and his tongue searching everywhere inside for more of her sweet nectar. He wanted to make his sister cum and hear her scream in pleasure, and he was sure he was close to succeeding.
Trista put hand on her forehead, trying collect her thoughts. Damit, that is why she hardly ever get convinced to such actions. She slowly move of bed, trying to getting dressed herself. "I hope no one decides to rob me as I was pass out. And I should made serious talk with Gustav about leaving lady alone." She said to hersellf.
"I see..." Mirellia replied, taking note of the guard's reaction, along with Saria's response. "Well, I guess it must be fun then. I mean, I'm sure your shows gain all sorts of praise." She added, "Right... how about we rehearse our act?"
"I'm here for Your Elven companion. A Village was raided by a Group of Badits who were looking for her. Is that connected to The Wild Hunt? I want to know what is going on here. Innocents died for Her"
'My elven companion?' Ard scratched his head and looked confused, 'I do not seem to have one of those.' @Tjf He looked towards Abigail, 'You are not an elf, are you? I think I would have noticed.'
She's still a bit stuff from the pounding she received, but Trista manages to get her clothes and armour back on. Looking in the crawl space, she sees that her money is all still there. Heading downstairs, Trista spots Gustav at the bar, drinking some vodka.
She nods. Together, they begin the rehearsal, bodies making exotic movements as they carry out a risque but otherwise normal magic show backstage, Saira guiding Mirella from step to step.
The redheaded witch shakes her head, pointing to her very much human ears. "No female elves here, I'm afraid. The only elf I've seen in days is him." She points to Ard. "Maybe you were misinformed?"
As they rehearsed, and Mirellia was sure all the guard's attention was on her body. She makes an attempt to whisper to Saria. "So... what if you could have a chance to escape. Would you take it?"
Trista sneak behind his back and punch him in the stomach. "I don't know how you deal with others, but I don't like being left alone after sleeping. You are lucky that I don't find you outside of the inn or I would use the sword." She said and take his vodka to drink.
