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From they way she felt in your grasp, Mel was just the right size to accept your body.
You considered their backgrounds: Undeniably different, but not radically so. Bertha came from a simple farming family, while Mel was from a priestly one.
Mel wasn't native to Riverdale, being born from a family in the Westphalian port-city of Southumbrige (not to be confused with Northumbridge). She was raised in a well-to-do monastic estate to an eccentric nun and priest. Taking after her dad's class instead of her mom's, Mel wasn't particularly talented in healing or in 'speaking with the gods'. Nevertheless she received a good education, wielding general knowledge on most subjects with an emphasis in religious studies, knowing almost as much as Gerty did when it came to religion. One could argue that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth with how her parents spoiled her, and had it not been for the fact that she was considered ugly (mostly because of her height) and mistrusted (mostly due to her class as a beguiler), she would've likely lived a very different life. These latter sorrows, with the addition of her clumsiness and bad habit of trouble finding her, became exponentially worse when she was in Forthwythe's castle. She found solace in the fact that she spent less than a year there. Such a past, and the dangerous trek she took to arrive at the mansion, would explain why she found comfort so appealing.
Bertha used to be a farmer. Her father came from a small Wesphalian village further west in a region called Aquataine, then moving to a nondescript farming village in the outskirts of Riverdale, where Bertha and over a dozen of her siblings were born and raised. Her life was relatively mundane, like one would expect from a village girl. You aren't exactly sure of the details, but she apparently had trouble getting a Master for reasons out of her control. Eventually she'd find success, being passed to the noble lord of the land as one of his least important slave-wives. Forthwythe took her in, only as a favor to Bertha's father due to his service as a soldier for Westphalia. Despite being at the bottom, the warrioress wasn't discouraged. She ended up trying to get in his good graces through seduction and hard work. Yet due to her class as a Warrior, how strongly she came on, how she'd unknowingly emasculate him, and how she'd scare off the other wives by outshining them, she was always denied and abused by the old bastard. But considering the type of man he proved to be, you could all agree it's for the best that he never accepted her advances.
Said warrioress was beginning to get a manic look in her eyes. And your beguiler was gritting her teeth as her eyes started to roll back in response to your continued assault.
You think you've been teasing them enough.
