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Mathilda tilted her head and waited for your request. You knew what you wanted, but saying it properly wasn’t…something you’d practiced.
“Well, y’know,” you said, dragging out the words initially, “There’s things I know you can do, that I don’t know how to, and…they’re things that guys like, you know?”
Mathilda’s brow furrowed and she squinted at you quizzically.
“I don’t know how to, but, you do, and…y’know?” Your smile turned awkward and pained.
Mathilda blinked, and tilted her head. “Oh. You’re talking about sex.”
“Uh. Yeah.”
“The implication in your phrasing could constitute an insult, but I believe somebody of your sort wouldn’t fear being direct about that. What a curious request, though. I expected you to ask for a tank, or a gun or something.”
“Yeah. But, y’know, I’ve got those already…” You put your hands behind your back. “Y’said you’d give me whatever I wanted. Can you not do that?”
“No, I can,” Mathilda said, recovered from any surprise, “I wasn’t expecting a woman like you to be a maiden, though.”
“I ain’t a <span class="mu-i">maiden</span>,” you said sorely, thinking it something like the tiresome <span class="mu-i">lady</span>.
“Yes, you are,” Mathilda said, “Even if you are a contradictory one. You dress like you want the attention of men, but don’t act as though they give it to you. Else you would not be asking me about something like this.”
“Oi,” you snapped, pointing to your abdomen, “I dress like I’m good looking, not like I need attention. Get to the point.”
“I apologize. I am thinking out loud.” She didn’t <span class="mu-i">sound</span> very sorry, but it was a lot more than her bitch sister ever gave. “It’s just that what you’re asking about is usually developed through experience. I may as well be asking you how to kill a man.”
You shrugged. “A soldier can be trained. Plenty of ways to kill, but plenty of people do it for years not bein’ any good at it. Plenty a’ wives probably don’t know how t’…y’know.”
“Indeed not,” Mathilda said ruefully, “It’s a cheap request for certain. Very well. I’ll try and tutor you,” she glanced over at Magnus, too far off to hear, “For the benefit of you both. But I should gauge you first. How much experience do you have? Have you ever touched a man intimately?”
“Do kisses count?”
“No, then.” Mathilda surmised for you, “Have you ever been touched that way?”
You’d been groped plenty, sure. “Goofing around, I guess. Butt touching.” No need to mention the times you’d almost been raped. Most of those times were luring in the unwary to kill them anyways.
“Practically a schoolgirl, then,” Psh. Not what you'd say, but whatever. Mathilda nodded, and gestured for you to come closer. “Just one thing for you.”
She whispered something in your ear.
