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With the game of twenty questions between you and the girl behind the screen cut short, you decide to find other means to entertain yourself for the rest of the evening. Basch gave you a good lead earlier.
The men without rings on their left hands have no one back home to help them find a release that satisfies their manly urges. The lucky ones might have a sweetheart who can give them a little helping handjob, which your readings suggest is as far as Humes usually go before they are wed. If they don't, they must lead a horrifically lonely existing, with only their own hands to help them. From Basch's warnings, their needs have been allowed to simmer to the point of boiling over. Simply the sight of you in your light traveling clothes - which leave your tight belly and smooth shoulders bare - will apparently turn them from respectable knights into slavering, lustful beasts.
At least on the inside.
None of them have deigned to attack you just yet.
All the same, you can feel more than one pair of lustful eyes lapping up every detail of your body as you move about the camp. How your top clings to your flat chest like a second skin, the dark color of the fabric obscuring the most precious and interesting details from view save at [i:lit]just[/i:lit] the right angle. How the low back of your skirt gives frame and emphasis to your deliciously creamy thighs, which the front dips down just low enough to keep the treasure between them hidden. Many seek out the brand left above your womb when the Divine Beast planted its seed deep within you, its soft green glow catching the eye.
You told Sir Basch that your traveling clothes were not meant to be titillating, but the way you catch the gaze of men in the camp makes you wonder. Do you simply look like a refreshing oasis to men who have spent their lives traversing the desert of loneliness? Or did your teachers and seniors among the Daughters of Irminsul give even your most ordinary clothes a cut that would tempt lonely men?
The answer may well be "both".
Either way, you mean to take responsibility for what your presence has done to these men. Has fifteen days without the pleasure of a man's company affected your own decision making? Perhaps. Relieving them of their sexual tensions and becoming a safe vessel into which they can loose their pent up desires will certainly make for splendid evening entertainment. That it is the duty of a Daughter of Irminsul to help men and women relieve themselves of the turmoil brought by lust is simply an excuse.
Even so, all that orgone building up inside their body will eventually rot and fester into something ugly if it is not properly released. Best for them to let it all out inside of you. Your training amongst the Daughters of Irminsul did not merely cover how best to drain a man's balls, but also how to process the energy that is release when their desires flow into you. The lust that would have been left to torment these men can become a blessing of some magnitude.
