Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and ever...thing associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted; it was more to do with their origins than who they were as individuals. Adventurers were usually more accepting of his kind, mostly because they really didn’t care one way or another. Delvin had become quite the lord keeper in his time as the owner. Like, if his seed escapes into the open... It will be like opening Pandora's box, Sister. I will be tortured forever. I can only release him safely into... No, Sister. I must find someone who is not pure and innocent... I can't ask you to." and intentionally, he didn't complete the sentence."To do what, Father?" the girl asked, as if on cue. "I want to help you. Let me do it, sir. Please?" Oh, no, Sister Susan. I must find a woman of the street.a prostitute. I will renounce my vows and find a. “What the -?” she said, startled at the feel of cold steel on her wrists. “I’m afraid the cuffs have to go back on, Laura. I just can’t trust you with your hands free.” He snapped the locks on the handcuffs and hauled her to her feet, then directed her towards the bed. He gave her a little push and she went over onto the bed on her stomach. Struggling with her hands behind her back, Laura tried to roll over but he stopped her. “No. I want you like that, on your belly.” Jan walked over to. As my eyes looked down her body I couldn't believe the length of her skirt: it was so short I felt sure the school would have banned her on the spot if she stepped through the gates dressed like that. As I watched her walking down the steps I realised what she'd done. It was an old trick I'd seen some of the more forward girls do before: roll the waistband of their skirts over several times so it was hitched up short. I figured that she must be keen to impress some boy on the bus but would.