I Own a Brothel in Another World

Chapter 259 – The Ways of Entitlement

Unsurprisingly, I wake up with a few of my limbs partially restricted. It’s not anything new at this point, but considering that I went to sleep in the same bed with a relatively new friend of the opposite gender, such situations shouldn’t be the norm. Yet, as I come to be in the pleasant morning, my hands grasp some quite soft features while my entire front radiates cordial warmth from top to bottom.

Especially near the middle.

Opening my eyes, I find Cecil nestled right in my chest while playing the role of the little spoon. The fierce adventurer with gorgeous black dreads has pushed herself into me as far to the back as she could over the night, her plump behind nuzzling my rather energetic southern self. She has also stolen my arms and wrapped them around herself, holding one of my palms hostage right over her tender breast, sinking its fingers in her delicate flesh, while the other is forced to stroke her athletic tummy, fairly close to grazing her femininity.

I lost count of how many times I found myself in this particular position with Sirgia many moons ago. It appears that this might be something akin to an instinctually desired embrace that the ladies of her race subconsciously seek out when accompanied by individuals from bigger species whom they find attractive.

Easy to admit, Dwarf girls make the best little spoons.

But, as much as I enjoy this blissful skinship, we have established last night that we aren’t yet at the level of such casual everyday intimacy. Naturally, I’m not going to blame Cecil for something she did while unconscious. I might be partially at fault here for allowing her to get touchy with me before we dozed off. No doubt she got a little excited after our sensual interaction.

However, all nice things have to come to an end. And we have stuff to do. Stuff that isn’t a Dwarf girl currently squeezing Alastair Junior between her thick thighs.

Since my hands are greatly restricted, I do my best to wake my nighttime companion up by doing the only thing my fingers are capable of under the current circumstances. And that is gently tickling Cecil’s warm skin. It’s pure coincidence that there’s an endearing nipple in range of one of the palms, of course. Daring to show up so close, it receives a few delicate rubs and tugs.

The combination of all the action draws out a cute moan from the sleeping beauty, followed by a full-body shudder. My short but stocky ally then stretches as she gradually wakes up, finally freeing my limbs from being held hostage. At the same time, the motion brings the core of her womanly pride further down, pressing her pouty folds into my member from above.

She freezes, obviously noticing the ticklish sensation, especially considering the slight trace of moistness I feel in return. If I can discern her faint heat spreading over my length, she has to understand what’s warming up her womanhood by nuzzling into the puffy lips. We both remain still while her hazy morning brain processes everything.

Not sure what I expect, but I don’t think it’s Cecil starting to sway her wide hips back and forth, starting with a slow and curious pace. Pausing after a few full swings, she appears to be listening in or something. Only after she again drags her girly parts from the tip to the very root of my male existence do I realize that she’s checking if her machinations have woken me up, unaware that I’m the one who interrupted her dreams.

This cheeky little lass thinks she can sneak in some good rubs without me knowing?

Bold.

And very dangerous.

Watching from above her head, I can see the fierce Lady Forgegraver bite into her lip to keep her voice down as more wetness stains my morning wood. Moving as carefully as possible, I lean further and further, extending myself almost as far as to catch her entire face. Seeing her flushed expression, I smile to myself knowingly.

“Lady Cecil, what do you think you are doing right now?” I ask with a nonchalant tone.

The naughty girl jolts hard, startled by my voice, her head snapping up as she stills immediately. Her pretty eyes find mine, and her cheeks turn so dark you could paint whole pictures with their scarlet shade if you had a way to extract it. The sight would be very adorable if not for the mortified look the owner of this colour currently wears all over her face.

“Ummm… I… Well… I was just…” Cecil struggles to find excuses for her behaviour, finally giving up and letting out a massive sigh. “I’m so sorry…”

Chuckling lightly, I ruffle through her hair. “Apology accepted. I would appreciate getting released now. And I’m not talking about that kind of release.”

My small quip brings out a quiet snicker from her, and she nods. Another, much more sensual sigh reaches my ears as her extraction results in one last stroke where my crown grazes all the most pleasurable parts of her slit and the tiny button adorning its entrance. It’s not intentional, that much is clear, so there’s no need to raise a fault with the lively princess.

Cecil sits up and pulls the covers away, revealing her brawny figure. Her gaze wanders to my frame as she shows me her stimulating profile, holding one arm under her sizable breasts, pushing them up a little bit. She doesn’t seem to be aiming to seduce me. The hold is rather self-conscious. Most likely because she feels guilty of betraying my trust.

Nonetheless, the evidence of her playfulness becomes clear the moment the sheets come off. My cock is completely coated in her juices and I can see her pussy still dripping with need as she stands on her knees, its folds reddened from all the stimulation. She got herself warmed up with that stunt, and it’s clear she is going to stay hot and bothered for a while. Which isn’t the best state to be in while riding a horse. She realises it too after she notices where my eyes are directed, squirming a tad in her shame.

“We are both adults here, are we not? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to bodily reactions.” I shake my head softly. “Feel free to take care of your needs. I can wait for my turn in the bathroom a little.”

My comment reminds her of our conversation from yesterday, where I was going to do exactly that after her rude teasing. Glancing towards the other compartment, she takes a moment to ponder over my suggestion, then returns her attention to me, finding my gaze. I watch as this dazzling girl stares right at my face while one of her palms slides down her toned stomach until her fingers run into the sensitive pearl at the apex of her femininity. Reaching their objective, they begin tracing hesitant circles over the shy nub.

As I raise an intrigued brow at her, Cecil swallows thickly. “You allowed me to watch yesterday… So… I’m just returning the favour…”

This girl…

I guess it would be rude to reject the offering.

“Sure.” I shrug lightly, my fingers wrapping around my length to give her a nice view in turn. “Can’t see much like this, though.”

The black-haired lady realizes that I’m right, and some more of her previous boldness returns as she switches back into her motivated and confident self that comes up when she is aiming not to fail at fulfilling her goals. Turning fully to me, she sits down on her plump butt and spreads her legs open so that I can adore her slit directly, witnessing the beads of love nectar trailing down onto the sheets from the bottom cusp of her opening.

Graciously accepting my kind submission of stimulating material, Cecil takes a peek at my hard cock and begins rubbing herself up and down, dragging her strong fingers along the wet crevice. Bit by bit, she speeds up her stroking, pressing her digits harder into her flesh to drag the moist curtains to the sides with each other turn, flashing me her pink, untainted yet insides.

Slowly getting lost in her fantasies, she even brings her other hand down and resumes mashing her clit alongside all that brushing. Her breathing grows faster and shallower with each second. The strength and speed of her motions intensify too. She’s positively gushing in mere moments of playing with herself.

“Ahhh… Ahhhh… Ahhmmm… Mmmhmmm…” Cecil’s lips part to grace me with a few sensual gasps before she nibbles down on the bottom one, switching into carnal whimpers. “Mhmmm… Mmmmm… Mmmmm…”

Noting that she’s getting closer and closer to her peak, I give myself a few nice squeezes, watching her eyes widen with desire. Before I can blink, she shoves two fingers into her pussy and starts pounding herself mercilessly with so much strength that our compartment is instantly filled with powerful wet slaps and smacks.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!” The gorgeous girl is panting by this point, slouched forward as her high arrives near. “A little more! Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Please! Ahhhh! Ahhh!”

Her attention jumps to my face, and I crawl a bit closer. She raises the tempo even more, kneading her clit right into her flesh as her digits rail her flooding channel repeatedly. Her thighs are starting to tremble, and even her calves lift off the bed from the intensity, her legs spread as far as they can go as she drills herself senseless. It’s quite impressive how she manages to balance only on her ass while giving me such a majestic show. Naturally, I make it clear that I’m watching her blasting her sweet mound open for me as intently as I can.

“Oh, Goddess! Oh, Goddess! Ahhh! Ahhh! I’m going to cum so hard!” Cecil’s entire frame trembles and she shoves her knuckles into her passage one last time. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her cute feet dangle and shake in the air as she reaches a mighty orgasm, her eyes snapping shut and her sharp face scrunching in ecstasy. A few tiny spurts of love nectar gush out of her stretched pussy, staining the sheets with hot love, her sensitive pink inner flesh glistening with lots of droplets. I continue observing the warrior woman spasm and quiver at the pinnacle of her carnal satisfaction.

Riding her high to its limits, Cecil soon drops onto her back limply, her enticing chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Even though she has just peaked, her fingers still daintily caress her beautiful flower, from within which a steady trickle of liquid flows onto the bed. It’s such a breathtaking sight. Especially from this battle-hardened woman.

She must have gone through her greatest orgasm just now, and it’s a little pitiful that it was this late into her life. Being aware of her circumstances, it only makes things even more touching. I said all that about her thinking things through, but my heart does ache a tad at the thought of this poor girl being unable to experience the wonders of true intimacy. She deserves to feel the touch of another.

Perhaps this whole Demigod thing is starting to affect me stronger the more followers we get.

However, I’m still going to stand by my promise. I’ll gladly embrace Cecil after she comes to a decision that isn’t made in the heat of the moment. Just as guys sometimes tend to think with their dicks, it’s not that impossible for girls to think with their pussies. And we have a prime example of a lady who has been yearning to have hers pounded for years, if not longer.

Moving closer so that I can hover over Cecil’s attractive body, I give her a proud smile. “That was unbelievably sexy. It’s truly a mystery how not even one of your companions has ever caved in before such a beguiling female.”

She grins a little, this time squeezing her breasts together consciously. “It’s the first time that I showed this much to anyone. Or came this hard from masturbating.”

“They say a good company makes great things even greater.” I smirk at her, extending my hand.

Cecil takes it gladly, sitting up, still a bit wobbly, which makes her fall onto my chest, her pleasant nipples dragging over my skin. “My apologies. I didn’t intend to take advantage of you again.”

I laugh openly. “I know. Don’t mind it. Let me help you to the bath.”

Lifting the bulky girl into my arms, I bring us into the partitioned bathroom and we quickly take care of ourselves so as not to delay our departure too much. Neither of us want to make the prissy princess even more bitchy just because she had to wait for us to get ready, which somehow offended her slim majesty. Cecil washes herself in the tub while I grab a quick shower. Since there is no cabin, she is graced with quite the view, and I have to remind her that we don’t have the time for her to start round two in there while admiring my backside, which causes a faint splash, confirming that I’m right on point.

As soon as that’s done, we dress up and leave our chambers. Daisy’s guards are already up, which isn’t a shocker. They are clearly used to waking up early, most likely chastised whenever their lady managed to start the day before them. We all share a courteous nod, and I dive into the kitchen complex to make a simple breakfast for everyone, using all the ingredients provided by my beloved chef wife.

The guys get a set of bacon and eggs each, while the two of us opt for some sandwiches with tomatoes, lettuce, boiled eggs, and a sprinkle of salt. A chorus of appreciative grunts fills the common section as everyone digs in. At least until Daisy strolls in like she has just woken up, her hair as messy as possible. The guys fall quiet, waiting to see what she’s gonna do. Offering them a stink eye, she marches to us and plops down on my other side, nabbing one of my sandwiches.

Cecil frowns and opens her mouth to admonish the ill-mannered girl, but I signal at her not to. It’s more than obvious that our princess is an actual princess. Not just her hair is in total chaos, her attire is just as disorderly. The belts are obviously latched through the wrong holes all over her pants and multiple satchels. Some buttons are pushed into the wrong holes. Her upper garments half poke out of her bottoms. And her cloak is about to fall off.

I share a look with Cecil, and she understands too. Daisy is clearly unused to not having an attendant at hand. She’s most likely been coddled by multiple servants her whole life, from having her food made, her body dressed, up to maybe even her ass wiped. Who knows, in the end?

These two are such polar opposites it’s not even funny.

As I reach for a new sandwich, so does Cecil, and our hands brush together briefly. She clears her throat, switching her aim for another one. Somehow, Daisy catches that byplay.

“One night of getting dicked down by a Human cock and you are reduced to a blushing maiden?” The main heiress snorts haughtily. “The auxiliary bloodline is so pathetic.”

This time, it’s me who is stopped before getting a chance to respond.

“Ignore her. She just wishes it was her instead, jealous bitch.” My raven-haired companion scoffs to the side. “And for your information, no, we didn’t fuck, just slept next to each other.”

Daisy sputters and chokes on her food, her face tainted with a rosy shade. “You insolent whore! I would never let myself be penetrated by a Human penis! Disgusting!”

“Oh, yeah? What’s so abhorrent about Human dicks, then?” Cecil glares at her challengingly. “Besides the fact that they can easily fill an entire Dwarf pussy in one go and still have leeway to push further? Oh, I get it now. Your majesty’s tight little cunt is so tiny it can’t fit anything bigger than a thumb!”

The other woman slams the table with both hands. “My vagina isn’t tiny! I can fit all kinds of cocks in my snug and soft channel! Contrary to your muscle-laced hole that’s so tensed and sinewy from all the physical strain that not even a pinky is able to slip past its coarse labia!”

“Prove it, then!” The brave adventurer copies her. “Why don’t we borrow that realistic toy from Alastair and see who can take it deeper, huh? A common Human cock shouldn’t be a challenge for you, should it, princess? I bet you’ll call quits after just the tip!”

Daisy’s cheeks bloom pink at the bold challenge. For a moment, she glances my way as if considering it, but after meeting my eyes, she sneers to the side.

“Why do I have to answer to your idiotic provocations? I don’t need to prove anything to a lesser blood.” She raises her nose into the air.

“Sure, sure.” Cecil snickers. “Your appearance is proof enough already. Do you always go around looking like a cat dug out of a trashcan?”

“Shut up!” Daisy snarls at her. “It’s not my fault my personal maid fell sick right before the journey! You should be begging to take care of me in front of such an opportunity!”

“Tough luck.” The rougher lady laughs at her. “Why don’t you ask the four over there? They seem like a bunch who know how to groom  one’s hair well.”

We all peer at the sentries, who do whatever they can to not pay attention to our side. Their charge looks rather repulsed at the very thought of having them touch her. She gets almost green at the prospect, having great difficulty swallowing her saliva. It might be a slightly over-the-top reaction, but I wouldn’t let male Dwarves anywhere near my hair either.

And neither would Cecil, judging by the way her lips twist in distaste. She knows she might have taken things a bit too far, wishing her enemy much worse than she would ever want to experience herself. But her veteran pride won’t allow her to back down now. Unfortunately, their spat might have just soured Daisy’s mood for the rest of the trip. If our princess can even bring herself to continue without someone proper assisting with her morning routine.

Sighing silently, I lay my food down.

“I’ve tended to a lady or two before and can help out if you would like,” I offer, and her face snaps to me, brightening in a blink. “But, I’m not your servant and neither a slave. I’m not going to charge you for something like this as a mercenary, of course. You’ll just have to ask nicely. Not that bad of a deal, isn’t it?”

Her smile wavers, the meaning behind my condition clear. Everyone else catches on too, the tent suddenly filling with silent tension as the guys observe what’s going to happen. From their experience, they most likely expect her to blow up at such discourtesy. And if she does, there’s not much that can be done about it. Ultimately, it’s her choice. And she currently stands between two paths, either to swallow her pride and go with my offer, or to swallow her disgust and order one of her retainers, which most likely won’t end well for her.

Cecil, thankfully, doesn’t poke any more fun at her even as she witnesses the princess’ internal struggle. Daisy’s fingers tighten into fists as her lips draw a tense line. When her forehead lowers, her face partially obstructed by her messy hair, the men curl into themselves, perhaps recognising some of the signs of an upcoming outburst.

Yet, the snobby miss doesn’t explode.

“Are you able to… tend to my… morning preparations?” she manages through gritted teeth.

“I’m able to tend to whatever needs you have if only you kindly request my aid,” I respond calmly.

It takes her a while to reply, convincing the others that this is as far as she can go, but they are surprised once more.

“Would you mind… helping me out with my appearance…” Daisy whispers with lots of trouble. “Please?”

“It would be my pleasure.” I incline my head politely.

As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, she storms out of the common area, disappearing into her designated chambers, followed by the disbelieving stares of her security detail. When she’s out of our sight, they gape at me with equal incredulity. 

Ignoring all the attention, I get up, taking a glance at Cecil. “Throw the dishes into the sink when you are done if you may. We’ll set out as soon as I finish.”

“Good luck. You’ll need it.” She smirks at me and returns to her breakfast.

Not wishing to make our princess wait again, I head after her, slipping into the living quarters on the other side. I find my quarry seated in front of a simple dresser desk with a small mirror, which doesn’t match the general theme of the tent’s furniture. She must have brought these out of her personal spatial storage.

Daisy doesn’t urge me to get to work with any lordly quips, simply sitting at her spot and glaring at me through the reflection, which is a nice welcome.

Arriving behind her, I pause before doing anything else. “May I?”

She gives me the slightest nod.

Aware that even if I’m the better choice, it doesn’t make me that much more trustworthy, I opt to tread carefully and with respect. She must be feeling anxious deep down, letting a stranger this close, going as far as even giving them permission to touch her. Thus, I decide to start with her hair, bringing out one of the combs that should work perfectly for her style.

The highborn lady surveils my actions keenly, but seeing how attentive and gentle I am, her posture slowly relaxes. My fingers thread through her locks alongside the comb as I try my best to recreate the charming visage she donned the day before. With so many girls around who enjoy being cared for, this is something I have gained a bit of skill already, and it visibly amazes her. In just a few minutes, she is back to looking gorgeous, if I’m allowed to say so myself.

Daisy seems to agree with my evaluation as she gingerly pokes her hair, turning her face in all directions, having a tough time accepting the reality of the situation. She looks damn cute without that permanent overbearing sneer on her lips. Not as much as Sirgia, but her lovely face must have stolen dozens of hearts. It just begs to be nuzzled and protected.

“I’ll now move onto your clothes if that’s okay,” I announce, giving her time to stop me from proceeding.

Drawn out of her musings, she meets my eyes again and slowly turns around on the stool, setting her dainty fists atop her lap. Going down to one knee to match her level, I check her attire piece by piece and fix all the small mishaps she has created after getting out of bed. When the turn of tucking her shirt comes in, she straightens up and inhales sharply, but otherwise doesn’t stop me from pushing the fabric behind her belt, even as my fingers graze against her soft skin.

Soon, it’s all done. I throw one more look at the bookish girl and wrap it up by cleaning her cheek with my thumb from a sneaky smudge, most likely from yesterday’s journey. The unexpected contact makes her go still, even as I move away, her wide eyes following my hand.

“There we go. Prim and proper as a respectable lady should be.” I smile at the short cutie. “It’s not so bad being courteous to others sometimes, is it?”

She gives me an absent-minded nod.

We might have reached the limits of how far out of her upper-class bubble she can be dragged, so I leave it at that. The two of us return to the social hall where the others are wrapping up their own preparations, done with their breakfast. Daisy throws a longing glance at the empty plates, and I nudge her with my elbow. Her brows rise a little at the sight of another sandwich that I’m presenting to her, but she accepts it right away. I have thrown one into my storage just in case, and it has proven to be a good precaution.

Fast forward fifteen minutes, and we are all outside with the pavilion packed up. After making final checks, we resume the journey. Cecil takes the front by my side while Daisy, for some reason, lags behind a tad, leading her horse between us and her entourage at the back. The black-haired adventurer tends to peek over her shoulder at her kin-sister from time to time, catching the prideful lady grazing her cheek with a thoughtful expression.

“Hey.” After a few times, Cecil leans closer. “Be honest with me. I swear I’m not going to get angry or anything. Have you boned her back there during those ten minutes? She seems awfully quiet since you two came out.”

Chuckling quietly, I shake my head. “I’m afraid ten minutes is hardly enough to get me going.”

She bites into her lip as her eyes begin to wander. “I can imagine…”

And so, the rest of the trip takes place in this weird unspoken atmosphere with one girl sending me rather lusty glances and the other ponderingly locked on my back. By no means am I complaining, though. It’s a much better alternative than traveling in constant bickering. A bunch of hours later, we spot the walls of the grand dwarven city and head for the closest gate.

Any thoughts of finally coming home are rudely interrupted by the pair of sentries who cross our path, blocking us from going in. Seeing that, Daisy rides up to us with a deep frown, stopping at my other side.

“What is the meaning of this?” She glowers at the bold guards.

“Please, take no offence at this stop. It’s just a routine check we are obliged to make for any incoming traffic. We just need you to answer a few questions and provide as much information as you are able to,” the left guy answers roughly.

“Yesterday, one of the main houses reported their travelling party missing after the group failed to abide by their daily check-in with their superiors. The family insists that their people were ambushed by a rival lineage during their mission. If we are not mistaken, your company moves under the banner of Forgegravers,” the right guy adds with an equally stern tone. “Have you come across any signs of procession bearing the sigils of the Stockhawker family?”

I can see Daisy already bristling at the implied suspicion, but before she has the opportunity to throw a fit, I quickly take the reins of the conversation.

“We might have missed each other if so. Our party departed from here a day before that report, and even with a magically enhanced gallop, we didn’t run into any big groups from notable houses. But, there’s a chance they left the city after us.” I tap my chin while recalling the events of the last three days. “Oh, wait a moment. We did stumble on the traces of some people on our way back, however, they were already dead.”

The guards grip their weapons firmly.

“What do you mean by that?” The first one squints at me.

“We ran into a pack of Rollos before setting up a camp last night. They were weirdly gathered right on the road. After dealing with them, we realised they were digging up fresh corpses buried next to the path. We scorched the ground to prevent further incidents and burned the dug-out pieces, but there still should be a few untouched graves left beneath the charred soil,” I explain, spreading my arms regrettably. “Although, these individuals seemed to be dressed in bandit garbs for some reason, judging by the one poor fella brought fully out of the earth. They did wear some kind of patterned robes beneath, but I don’t remember the symbols.”

“Anything similar?” The second sentry draws the Stockhawker sigil in the dirt road.

I snap my fingers at him. “That’s it! Sorry, I’m still a fairly fresh mercenary in this region and haven’t memorised all the important insignias. Escorting Lady Cecil Forgegraver on her task of welcoming Lady Inquisitor Daisy Forgegraver from the main clan is kind of my first request here.”

“He speaks the truth. You can inquire for more details with my father, the Patriarch.” The black-haired heiress gives a curt nod.

“And my entourage can attest to his statement too. We watched the mercenary dispatch the Rollos and make the road safer.” The rusty-haired heiress crosses her arms over her petite chest. “You may also consult the time of our departure from Dwarguhlim with the local Chief Constable, who recorded our expedition after receiving the request from the Grand Patriarch.”

The pair shares a look before withdrawing their halberds. Things have gotten way too sophisticated for their stations, that much is clear. They both bow their heads to the two noblewomen.

“We appreciate your cooperation and shall pass this information onto our superior,” the left warden says.

“Thank you for aiding the investigation,” his colleague continues. “Your house shall be properly rewarded if your assistance proves crucial to solving the case.”

When they step aside, we move on. A few intersections further, I slow down our procession, positioning myself between the girls.

“Thanks for going along with it.” I flash them a smile. “This is going to help secure our alibi and throw a wrench into the schemes of those bastards. Not like anything can point towards us. The wounds on their bodies are clearly beast-made.”

I pat Diana on the side.

“It’s only natural.” Daisy preens before us. “Any opportunity to fuck those pricks over is a good opportunity.”

“I’ll fill my father in on everything so he can get his version aligned with ours.” Cecil offers me a respectful incline of her head. “I have a feeling they are going to throw accusations our way considering the fact that their squad was aiming for us.”

Without further ado, we ride through the streets, heading straight for the Forgegraver family compound. The closer we get, the more our quiet princess returns to her previous self, starting with her posture. When we hop off our mounts by the stables, she’s already back to normal, looking at everyone around with an aura of authority, causing many servants to escape to the sides, sensing the presence of an important figure.

Leaving the quartet of escorts behind, Cecil and I follow Daisy as she marches to the Patriarch’s office, knowing the layout like the back of her hand. I wonder if it’s something she had to memorise as one of the Grand Patriarch’s adjutants or if both locations are more similar than one would think.

In any way, we are at our destination in a flash, and the little bundle of bottled storm and impudence charges right in, not bothering to even knock. Patriarch Grimm jumps in his comfy armchair, his face snapping to the entrance of his study, ready to admonish the offender. However, his expression changes the second he recognises the invader.

“L-Lady Daisy?” The Clan Head quickly recomposes himself.

“Patriarch.” She waves him off, then spots the girl in a maid uniform standing by his desk. “Oh, good. I’m going to borrow your personal attendant. My thighs are killing me after three days in the saddle.”

Mine and Sirgia’s gazes meet as the fiery heiress snaps her fingers at my lovely mate while throwing herself onto the nearby sofa stomach-down. And I’m not sure I dig the spark of mischief that flashes through her brown eyes. Surely, she follows the other female like a good servant should, dutifully taking off Daisy’s cloak and leaning down over the prone girl’s backside.

Things are going to get messy as hell in just a few minutes.