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"Wants and needs are two very different things, young miss," you chide the maid for letting her imagination get the better of her. Her face reddens even further as you run through your morning calisthenics, testing your range of motion. Who knows what strange trails of thought her mind now travels down? She already took you for the sort who needs a legion of men to satisfy you, when one or one hundred would suffice. "Tell your mistress that I shall join her as soon as I am done bathing. I doubt she would appreciate me walking through the camp as I am."
The maid swallows as she stares at you.
You cannot blame her eyes for wandering. The Daughters of Irminsul teach their disciples to carry themselves with unfaltering grace in every circumstance. The excessive emissions of seven men may cover you from head to toe, seeping from every orifice and gunking up your hair, but that does not take away from the almost ethereal allure you have been taught to project. Or so you would like to believe.
Her expression betrays her desires when she licks her lips without a single thought. "I will convey your message to my lady, Sister Lagneia. Please take your time with your preparations, it would not do for you to meet my lady in such a... state. Yes, in such a state, it would reflect badly upon the discipline of the my lady's camp..."
"Oh, I can assure you that they were all quite disciplined, pent up as they were," you wave off her concerns. The maid makes a delight expression that lands somewhere between curiosity and concern as you continue. "They were all perfect gentlemen who never got <span class="mu-i">too</span> rough, but were not so gentle as to bore me. It reflects well upon the ones who taught them their values that they-"
"<span class="mu-i">I will pass on your commendations to my lady,</span> Sister Lagneia," the maid interrupts you with a click of her tongue and face so red that you can't help yourself.
"Don't be so embarrassed about these things, it makes you look like a tomato," you say.
"Speaking of tomatoes, I must check the potted plants to see if any have ripened," the maid makes a fast excuse to leave, holding up her skirts as she steps over the one man who missed the bed when he fell asleep. You look on in amusement as she makes a hasty retreat. Though not before leaving a folded package on your nightstand. "My lady has gifted you one of her old dresses, though I fear it may be too late for what she intended. It seems you've gathered all the rougher menfolk whom she was concerned might be tempted by your choice in garb and had your way with them..."
You tilt your head in confusion as you watch her leave. "But the men who <span class="mu-i">wouldn't</span> be tempted would not..."
With a shake of your head, you let go of any argument you would have liked to broach. Their souls have been released from the turmoil of excessive lust, so it matters not. Besides, so much sexual energy was released last night that you wove a blessing over the whole camp. "Humes are such strange creatures."
