>>6131754“I take it ye plan tae take this big galoot back tae your inn?” asks Svanhilda, as you both drag the covered cage down the by-now depopulated streets of Sunset Lake.
“Aye,” you answer. “I mean, yeah! ZZ’s gonna’ be so proud.”
“Well, it was some shrewd negotiating, to be sure,” agrees Svanhilda. “I dinnae know how ye did it…”
“Uh, yeah, me neither,” you lie. “Must be a, l-like, beastgirl knack or somethin’, huh?”
“Well, you’re certainly something, that’s for sure.”
You feel a sudden focus of attention upon you—amorous appreciation, specifically, which settles on you like a sudden summer heat. It hits your flush face and spreads down into your pounding breast, suffusing your stomach before finally settling down just a LIIIITTLE lower… In your loins.
“Ye know,” begins Svanhilda, eyelids half-lowered and a subtle, sly smirk creasing her plump, plum-red lips, “it would be easier, storing yon beastie on the Pearl tonight… And then it would be ready for you and your party tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, with less dragging it hither and tither, aye?”
“…Aye,” you agree softly.
“But I’d need ye tae stand guard, since it’s not my cargo, and I’m sure that shrewd ‘sister’ of yours is nae keen tae trust some scallywag sailor with her prize, nae?”
“Nae,” you agree. “I mean… Uh, aye?”
“So,” she asks, “What say ye? Care to stay the night on the Pearl? Though I’ll warn ye, it gets a tad… Rocky, out on the lake. Lots of bumping and swaying back and forth. But if ye stay close to me…”
She takes a step closer and, tentatively, place a hand on your side.
“It’s not too shabby, aye?”
“N-nae,” you respond, breathlessly.
Is this really happening? And without a <Charm>?? Oh gosh, oooh fuck… And something about the smell of sweat, and rum, and perfume, and the lake itself all together, and the cool mountain air at night, it just gets you…
…Uh.
<span class="mu-g">…Hard.</span>
