The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

"Good. Now if that's everything, I'd like to rest now." Mirellia nods, pointing at the door for her son to leave if he had nothing else to discuss. And if he leaves, the sexy milf cleans herself up, and rests for the day unless someone else knocks on her door.
"Of course, mother. Here, as a token of gratitude." Ashton produces another bottle of the delicious wine from the other day, before leaving. Tired after a day of intrigue and sex, Mirellia falls asleep to images of herself being used like a cheap whore by her son and father in law, before waking up in the comfortable bed the next morning.
 
"D..dammit." Not having time to finish herself off or stop, she tries to keep a straight face. "Thank you." Her body was still really tensed, but there was no time to take care of it. She needed to approach him before someone else did.
The prostitute leads Danielle down the stairs, pointing out a bearded man sitting at the bar.
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"That's him, Valdemar the Blade, they call 'im. Great tipper, I've heard, but he's in with Sigi Reuven's people, so try not to make him like you too much." The woman cackles. "Good luck." She gives Danielle's ass a playful swat, which coupled with the dildo nearly sends the dancer into orgasm right there, but she's able to retain her composure, as the woman departs to go find a client. At the bar, Valdemar nurses a glass of vodka, looking out into the crowd.
 
The prostitute leads Danielle down the stairs, pointing out a bearded man sitting at the bar.
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"That's him, Valdemar the Blade, they call 'im. Great tipper, I've heard, but he's in with Sigi Reuven's people, so try not to make him like you too much." The woman cackles. "Good luck." She gives Danielle's ass a playful swat, which coupled with the dildo nearly sends the dancer into orgasm right there, but she's able to retain her composure, as the woman departs to go find a client. At the bar, Valdemar nurses a glass of vodka, looking out into the crowd.
Stopping to register and eye her target, she was impressed at what she saw in a strange way. Rugged. Kind of that air of danger, but far from the thug she was expecting. He had that shady look to him...but in a strange way of rogueish charm. Intrigued enough to approach, she advanced.

Being a dancer and use to gather attention when she really wanted to, she moved slowly, gracefully and confidentially, so his eyes could lock onto each part of her body and curves as she moved to the counter next to him, first playing the strategy of sitting next to him, but looking away, ordering something from the bar as she sat by him, letting her hair flow down as she adjusted in her seat, as if not really noticing what she was doing as she waited for a drink.
 
"Of course, mother. Here, as a token of gratitude." Ashton produces another bottle of the delicious wine from the other day, before leaving. Tired after a day of intrigue and sex, Mirellia falls asleep to images of herself being used like a cheap whore by her son and father in law, before waking up in the comfortable bed the next morning.

"Ah, thank you. But you should really save this for your business meetings." Mirellia said as she takes the bottle. And once her son left, she places the wine bottle on her nightstand, before going to sleep.

As she woke up refresh from her journey, and sexual activities. The sexy milf puts on her erotic lingerie, and usual dress, just in case she had to do something before her son's meeting. She then heads to the dining room for breakfast.
 
Stopping to register and eye her target, she was impressed at what she saw in a strange way. Rugged. Kind of that air of danger, but far from the thug she was expecting. He had that shady look to him...but in a strange way of rogueish charm. Intrigued enough to approach, she advanced.

Being a dancer and use to gather attention when she really wanted to, she moved slowly, gracefully and confidentially, so his eyes could lock onto each part of her body and curves as she moved to the counter next to him, first playing the strategy of sitting next to him, but looking away, ordering something from the bar as she sat by him, letting her hair flow down as she adjusted in her seat, as if not really noticing what she was doing as she waited for a drink.
Danielle feels the criminal's eyes on her within moments, her display easily attracting his undivided attention. The barkeep, a young woman, puts Danielle's drink in front of her, but before she can pay, she sees her target slide some coins to the girl. "This one's on me, if you don't mind?" Waldemar asks Danielle, deep voice booming. "You're new here, right? Francois told me at the door that they'd gotten a stunning new redhead recently. I see he wasn't exaggerating."
 
Danielle feels the criminal's eyes on her within moments, her display easily attracting his undivided attention. The barkeep, a young woman, puts Danielle's drink in front of her, but before she can pay, she sees her target slide some coins to the girl. "This one's on me, if you don't mind?" Waldemar asks Danielle, deep voice booming. "You're new here, right? Francois told me at the door that they'd gotten a stunning new redhead recently. I see he wasn't exaggerating."
“Um..I mean..yes.” She paused a bit. She had to assume a criminal type like him would be more into fresh faced girls.

“I am. I’ve only been here a couple days though. Nobody has...really bought me yet. I’m kind of still here on a trial basis.”
 
"Ah, thank you. But you should really save this for your business meetings." Mirellia said as she takes the bottle. And once her son left, she places the wine bottle on her nightstand, before going to sleep.

As she woke up refresh from her journey, and sexual activities. The sexy milf puts on her erotic lingerie, and usual dress, just in case she had to do something before her son's meeting. She then heads to the dining room for breakfast.
Strangely, as she gets out of bed, Mirellia notices that the wine has been opened, and seemingly partially consumed, though she doesn't remember having any last night. Downstairs, she finds Gunther at the table, being served by a maid. "Ah, my dear! Good morning."
 
Strangely, as she gets out of bed, Mirellia notices that the wine has been opened, and seemingly partially consumed, though she doesn't remember having any last night. Downstairs, she finds Gunther at the table, being served by a maid. "Ah, my dear! Good morning."

Seeing the now opened bottle of wine, Mirellia raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Did I? No... but I doubt anyone could have sneaked in here... hah. Maybe I was too tired to remember." She sighed. And as she met Gunther downstairs, she sits on a free seat, "Good morning. I trust your "business meeting" proceeded smoothly?" She asked, as she waits to be served her own meal. "Also, I apologize, but the dress you gave me has been torn. I made a blunder of wearing it while training Ashton."
 
“Um..I mean..yes.” She paused a bit. She had to assume a criminal type like him would be more into fresh faced girls.

“I am. I’ve only been here a couple days though. Nobody has...really bought me yet. I’m kind of still here on a trial basis.”
"No clients? I find that hard to believe." The gangster chuckles, taking a swig of his drink. "You'll do fine here, trust me. I'm Waldemar, by the way." He holds out his hand, eyes roaming up and down her body freely.
 
Seeing the now opened bottle of wine, Mirellia raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Did I? No... but I doubt anyone could have sneaked in here... hah. Maybe I was too tired to remember." She sighed. And as she met Gunther downstairs, she sits on a free seat, "Good morning. I trust your "business meeting" proceeded smoothly?" She asked, as she waits to be served her own meal. "Also, I apologize, but the dress you gave me has been torn. I made a blunder of wearing it while training Ashton."
"No worries." Gunther shrugs as the maid returns with a plate for Mirellia. "I'd been meaning to buy you a new one, as a gift for your anniversary with Wendel. Gods know you deserve to get something out of that marriage." He gives her a cheeky smile. "As for our business, I've put a watch on those men you overheard, and I hear that we'll soon have the location of the vault from our specialist."
 
"No clients? I find that hard to believe." The gangster chuckles, taking a swig of his drink. "You'll do fine here, trust me. I'm Waldemar, by the way." He holds out his hand, eyes roaming up and down her body freely.
“Um...thank you.” Taking his hand into hers, she was somewhat impressed with his grip as he felt her soft palms against his rough ones.

“I’m Danielle. I was actually a dancer before this, so I thought the transition would be easy...but it’s a little trickier than I thought it’d be.” Opening up her body more so he could get a better view of her already impossible not to notice breasts, she stared towards him.

“Maybe, it’s my outfit. It doesn’t show off the goods enough.” Pretending to adjust the fabric against her tits, but slightly loosening it instead to make them more bare and exposed, he could see the clear hard outline of her nipple, body still aroused and needing release badly.
 
"No worries." Gunther shrugs as the maid returns with a plate for Mirellia. "I'd been meaning to buy you a new one, as a gift for your anniversary with Wendel. Gods know you deserve to get something out of that marriage." He gives her a cheeky smile. "As for our business, I've put a watch on those men you overheard, and I hear that we'll soon have the location of the vault from our specialist."

As her plate arrived, Mirellia begins to eat. "I see, thank you. And I'll be ready when the time comes." She nods, "But for today, I promised Ashton to help him with a business meeting of his." She said, while taking small bites of her meal.
 
The barmaid brings over a steaming hot stew, and another for the dwarf, giving her customers a smile as she asks if there's anything else they need. Afterwards, the dwarf gives a nod. Looking around, Lutz sees a few people talking quietly amongst themselves. At a nearby table, the torturer hears some rough looking characters discussing some sort of planned ambush. "Fuckin' elf...our men in the swamps...White Orchard... Catch 'em by surprise."

As the attractive barmaid puts a stew on the table, Lutz gives her a coin as a tip, and as she walks away, he gives her rear a light smack.

Lutz started silently eating the bowl of stew, making a note in his mind to make sure to avoid the swamps the men were talking about. It seemed like too much of a trouble. His eye travel around the inn, observing other patrons.
 
The leshen's hide sizzles and smokes as a small fire begins to burn it, though so far it's having trouble catching the rough wood alight. The creature is distracted as a knife thumps into the wood of its back, turning and making a fist to bring down on Varrin's head in a hammer blow.
Varrin jumped back and to the left, both to avoid the blow and to not be too close when Isabella attacked with another spell. “Too slow!” He attempted to provoke the creature in order to keep its attention, while at the same time trying to stay alert for any roots sprouting from the ground nearby.
 
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