And the tights. I untied the tights from the desk and pulled them on. Better than nothing, I thought. Besides, no one would see my tiny pathetic cock ...hrough them. So wearing just a bra and tights, I made my way to the lecture room door, stopping to see if anyone was outside. The coast was clear. It was late, dark outside. Probably 8:30 or 9pm by now. I saw a note on the floor. ‘Thanks for the fun, loser. If you want your clothes back, go to the 3rd bench on the university lawn.’ That was quite. There had been considerably more ale served than Steven was used to. Ibin once again convinced Steven that in order to establish their position in the inn, they should arrive as a gentleman and his page. Since Ibin knew more about the conduct of civil affairs than Steven, he would be the gentleman, and Steven would be his page and confidante. As the gentleman’s page, it was up to Steven to pay the innkeeper for the feast and lodging while the trader continually invited others to join at their. Her only sustenance consisted of water, dog food, and semen.Her only exercise came when I moved her just enough to let her take a shitin a bucked once a day, and her ankles remained tied to the chair at thosetimes. She struggled a bit the first few times I did that, but a few stiffslaps reminded her of her place (and brought her to her senses enough to realizeshe couldn't escape with her legs shackled to a chair). She never tried to speak when I took the gag off after that first time, sothere. ”She gave him a half smile before continuing, “There is another much rarer type of runesmith, one that does much the same thing, but instead of crafting a weapon they go out and find the most pure and powerful components to create magical inks then ‘forge’ the runes into their own skin,” she explained.Kal’s face lit up with understanding, “That’s what’s on Balthus’s arm! He’s a runesmith!” Kal thought for a moment before his elation drained away, “Wait, that doesn’t make any sense...”Ikuno.