Xera sat in a windowsill. It was made of a thin crystal that was transparent. She peered into the darkness. Chaun played with his lyre, tuning it whil... humming.Angela's armor clinked as she followed me down into the baths. My pussy itched beneath my white robes. The warm water was so inviting. I had heard of hot springs and their invigorating properties. The water had been warm and the scent of the spring's minerals filled my nose.“Someone's eager,” Angela grinned. “Oh, wait, that's you always.. I moaned softly as I felt her fingers doing their arousing work.The people in the room were watching closely as I responded to Femke’s fingers, obviously very excited at this turn of events, as were the people below in the parking lot as Femke placed the bottle of Anal Glide against the window and then her two fingers indicating what she was doing to my bare and very exposed bumhole. I realized later that similar events stemming from the work room windows were quite frequent and familiar to. She was very plain and not very big, but she certainly was a woman.I stayed awake for awhile with my feet up toward the fire, enjoying the warmth. Maybe around two, with the moon almost across the sky, I pulled off my boots and rolled in, fully dressed. About the time I dropped off there was a knock at the front door and plaintive voice calling, "Nancy, oh Nancy."I stood with my pistol in my hand as she roused herself, struggled into a homespun dress and headed for the door, barefoot. I got on. “Yes, of course,” the Frey lady who spoke up now led others in bending the knee to me.“Clear the bodies and burn them by daybreak. I will not have any further nonsense of stinking, decaying corpses, rotting flesh, spreading death and disease throughout the land. No, they do not warrant a traditional funeral with the Silent Sisters. They are attained traitors and must be burned as such. Now, excuse me as I sit upon this throne and choose some company!” I spoke harshly still as I sat upon.