a_libertine
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Marcel sighed as Samara entered the tent carrying his food. Anger flared in his face as he realized Katirah had made arrangements with Samara for her to bring him his food.
Answering her question, the words were a little harsher than perhaps they should have been, but the sentiment no less true, "Not from you."
He sat eating while Samara backed out of the tent. Outside he could hear the dull slapping of flesh to flesh and assumed some of the men or chevaliers were partaking of the whores. A wry smile crossed his face as he shuddered at who would be the second on in each of the women. He would go with out the pleasures of a woman for his entire life before he was the second to lay with one in a night.
Arrogance or what ever one may call it, it was the way he was.
His thoughts were interrupted by singing, and he instantly recognized Katirah's voice. It was a fast paced bawdy song, something one would sing to commoners in an inn.
SHaking his head he turned to the maps muttering, "Nope, not yet."
Answering her question, the words were a little harsher than perhaps they should have been, but the sentiment no less true, "Not from you."
He sat eating while Samara backed out of the tent. Outside he could hear the dull slapping of flesh to flesh and assumed some of the men or chevaliers were partaking of the whores. A wry smile crossed his face as he shuddered at who would be the second on in each of the women. He would go with out the pleasures of a woman for his entire life before he was the second to lay with one in a night.
Arrogance or what ever one may call it, it was the way he was.
His thoughts were interrupted by singing, and he instantly recognized Katirah's voice. It was a fast paced bawdy song, something one would sing to commoners in an inn.
SHaking his head he turned to the maps muttering, "Nope, not yet."