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'My lady,my mistress has risen and is curious as to whether or not you are still interested in her previous invitation.' If Lucia is curious about what this might be, her entirely neutral expression does not convey this or, in fact, any mood at all.

Alysa's eyes flick over the top of the book she is reading as Lucia speaks, a smirk spreading across her face. "Of course Lucia! What kind of girl would I be if I kept your mistress waiting?" she sets the book back on the shelf and runs a hand through her hair as she walks over to where Lucia stands by the door. "shall we?"

Lifting the lantern in her hand, Lucia turns away from the door and waits in the hall before leading Alysa through the previously unopened door that is now on the left. It opens to a small room with a door to the right, another on the opposite wall and curtains closed over a window to the left, in front of which, on a pedestal, rests a stone bust of a rather harsh looking woman.

Lucia continues to the right, pausing to knock on the door and waiting. She glances back at Alysa with a vague expression that cannot readily be identified. It is not pity or curiosity or concern; it is just an unreadable look.

There is the sharp sound of bolts being thrown open and gears grinding and the door in front of Lucia slowly swings inward. Standing there is Dakrom in his silk shirt and ornate vest, his piercing gaze finding Lucia, who bows her head, and then Alysa.

'The mistress has bid me to bring her guest to the baths so she might wash herself before supper,' Lucia explains without looking up at Dakrom.

The pale, handsome man with the long dark hair nods slightly, smirking at Alysa. 'Oh, I imagine she'll enjoy a nice, hot bath,' he comments rather boldly, stepping back from the door. 'I'll take her to the mistress, Lucia. You may go about your duties.'

'I'll go and put out the lights in the study,' Lucia suggests, more to herself than to her mistress's manservant.

'You do that,' Dakrom replies blithely, gesturing to Alysa. 'Follow me.'

Alysa nods and follows him." I trust my horse hasn't cause you any trouble?" She asks, working a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers as she walks.

The interior of this room is quite warm, perhaps owing to the blazing fire in the hearth in the far left corner. The walls and floor are wrought of stone but much of it is covered by rugs and tapestries. A pair of large sedan chairs, stacked with pillows, rest in the center of the room and there are no less than five tall wooden cabinets along the wall immediately to her left. There is a door on the opposite wall and another to the right as well as a staircase to her immediate right that leads upwards. If Alysa is not mistaken, she is inside the mysterious tower which is barred to all of the other servants.

'From what I know, he has been no trouble at all,' Dakrom answers with a note of sardonicism. In one hand, he carries a cane and, suspended on a chain around his neck, are a curious pair of spectacles with multiple lenses that can be adjusted. These are more commonly worn by clockmakers and machinists.

He gazes at Alysa, his bright emerald eyes gleaming and, for a moment, she may find it difficult to look away. His lips are pursed in a sly smile. 'I don't believe we've been properly introduced,' he says quietly, his lilting voice reminding of a well bred city gentleman. 'Olik Dakrom, at your service.' He takes a step back to give himself room for a curt bow. 'And always willing to serve in any capacity.'

"Alysa" she says not offering any information beyond that as she looks around. the room. "As for my horse, I'm glad to hear he hasnt been trouble, he's not used to being indoors so I was concerned, but I'm certain he's nothing you can't handle".

Dakrom casually shakes his head and allows Alysa a moment to look around. 'If he had been a problem, I'm certain I'd have heard about it. Now, Mistress Alysa, is it? I suppose I should take you to my mistress.' However, he hesitates, still with that secretive smile on his face. 'She's very happy to have the company. The late and not lamented lord of Redclyffe was not fond of allowing her to have guests. Not that that ever stopped her.'

"I have said many time today and I find myself saying it again, it sounds as though M'lady is well shod of her husband" she says "but perhaps we should not keep her waiting any longer than we must".

'Just so,' Dakrom says in agreement, though to which statement of hers, or possibly both, he doesn't clarify. Instead, he walks around the staircase to another set of steps that descend below the first staircase, leading down into the dark.

He twists the metal top of the cane, which resembles the handle of a sword, causing a small glass orb that serves as the head of the cane to flicker with forks of what looks like lightning, causing it to glow faintly. This serves as a kind of torch as he gestures towards the downward stairs.

'This way, mistress,' Dakrom says with bemusement. 'The baths are below.'

Alysa nods and follows him, bemused by the strange torch in his hand. She is curious about the whole situation and her curiosity seems to have come back with a vengence but she will hold her questions until she is alone with the strange mistress of the house, perhaps she will be more forthcoming about her answers

'This is the oldest part of this house,' Dakrom explains without preamble as they descend the narrow stairwall. There are sconces along the right side for lanterns but they are all empty. 'It is all that remained after the Great War. Lady Karnsten had it rebuilt almost entirely from local brick and mortar along with quarried stone. What it used to be called, none can recall, but after the renovations were finished, Lady Karnsten named it Redclyffe. When the sun rises in the morning, the walls catch the first rays of dawn and seem to glow red. Or rather they would if all those trees hadn't since been planted.'

He sounds almost wistful but then he pauses on the steps and turns, his hand clasped in his hand and pointing at Alysa.'I serve my mistress well and I shall tell you this; if you intend her any harm, it shall not end well for you.'

Alysa looks slightly offended by his implication and pauses. "If i meant your mistress any harm I assure you it would have befallen her long before she reached the safety of these walls" she says, "after all I could have left her for the wolves no?"

'Wolves?' Dakrom chuckles as he resumes his descent, the air now becoming moist and warm, clinging to her clothes and skin. 'You've been listening to too many rumors. There are no wolves to be found around here.' He grins slightly. 'At least not as the townsfolk would believe.'

At the bottom of the stairs is a circular chamber illuminated by warm yellow light shed by lanterns along the wall. Hallways travel in three different directions but, at the end of one of them, there is the dull echo of lapping water and it is this corridor that Dakrom chooses. The other two are unlit and disappear into the dark, though Alysa might catch some movement somewhere in the depths of those shadows.

The baths consist of three sunken areas set in the stone floor of a larger chamber which is illuminated by a flickering fire, atop of which rests a massive brass cauldron below a still dripping spout. In the center bath, most of her nude form just visible below the waters, is the woman who Alysa had met, widowed and been charmed by the previous evening. Her dark hair is wet and sleek around her face and over her shoulders, her curvaceous body shifting in the clear, steaming bath in which she rests.

Her blue eyes, alive with an almost hungry lust, stare at Alysa before she glances at Dakrom. 'Thank you, Dakrom. You may go.'

'I thought, perhaps,' Dakrom says, standing next to Alysa but nodding at the woman in the bath, 'I might assist Mistress Alysa with her bath.'

'I believe I have that well in hand,' Mistress Armonde states coldly before smiling flirtatiously at Alysa. 'Surely you can undress yourself if you care to join me, can you not, Mistress Alysa?'

Alysa can't help but chuckle at the woman's words. "M'lady I would be a rather sad sight if I couldn't handle simple tasks like that". She ran her hand nervously through her hair as she flashed the other woman a grin.

'So you may go, Dakrom,' Mistress Armonde adds, more firmly. Dakrom smiles coolly and bows.

'As you wish, mistress,' he says through clenched teeth before he nods to Alysa and withdraws down the hallway behind them.There is an adjoining room to either side of the bath chamber; one which has some long stone tables and the other with stone benches running along the walls. In the center of the second room is what appears to be a large iron cauldron.

'Join me, won't you?' Mistress Armonde gestures at Alysa.

To either side of the large fireplace, there are rows of wooden cabinets, one of which hangs open, revealing what looks to be some kind of simple white gowns. Alysa can only imagine the thoughts running through the man's mind as he walks away, but her thoughts are brought back to the moment when the other woman speaks. "why M'lady it would be my pleasure" she purred, biting her lip as she looked over.

Smiling in an almost predatory manner, the woman tilts her head. 'If you are going to be my guest, and I, your hostess, courtesy would dictate that you place yourself in my service even as I do the same for you, would you not agree, Mistress Alysa?'

"Well that would depend on the meaning of the word would it not M'lady?" the blonde rogue teased as she began to remove her clothing. "But for the sake of conversation, let's assume I agree with you". Alysa's body is well toned though she is young still. Her skin is tanned where it's been exposed to the sun, but pale where she's kept it hidden and she eyes the woman with inquisitive eyes. "by all means proceed, I assure you you have my undivided attention",

The woman licks her lips as she leans forward in the tub, which is apparently deeper than it looks as her body is submerged to her collarbone and she folds her arms on the edge as she stares up at Alysa. 'Then so long as you are in my home, you shall call me mistress,' she suggests. 'And what would you like to be called, my beauty?' Her eyes rove over every exposed inch of skin, along every curve. It isn't the first occasion that Alysa has been so inspected and not even by a woman though she has never been intimate with another woman before. Flirtatious, perhaps, but there were never opportunities for her to explore this facet of her sexuality and now Alysa is receiving a very clear and open invitation. Still, there is something so enticing, so enthralling about this woman that Alysa might have difficulty refusing her hostess anything, even if she was so inclined.

Alysa bristles at the woman's suggestion but allows it to run through her head, after all there were worse things that could happen. She can feel the woman's eyes on her body and she smirks as she walks over to stand in front of her, allowing her eyes to wander as they pleased. "Alysa has always been what most people call me" she coos playfully "but I'm certain if you asked the right people you might find a few more that were not so complimentary"

Easing her naked form back against the far side of the sunken hollow, the water swirling around her slender, ivory body, the woman beckons to Alysa with two fingers. 'I suppose it shall do for now but I can think of a list of my own that may suit you in time.' Her manner is so overtly sexual, so unlike the rather repressed nobles Alysa has encountered in her travels. Even in the southern regions of Angalon, where sensuality is more liberated, she has never met anyone, especially another woman, who had so openly yet so coyly expressed such interest without any shame or implied threat. So why does some part of Alysa feel as though she is being led astray? Perhaps it is her early education, when the morality of the realm had been instilled in Alysa before she had began, in earnest, to rebel against it.

"Oh?" Alysa purred as she slipped into the water at the woman's invitation, "And just what might that list include...mistress". She couldn't imagine what this woman had planned for her, It was obvious what the woman wanted, that would be obvious to anyone, but Alysa couldn't imagine what her motives were. "After all, I am at your service, whatever you may need"

At the mention of that word, 'mistress', the woman smiles wider, her eyelids flickering up and down. If this were some manner of unseemly dream, this woman would not act any more suggestively.'For now, I suppose I could do with some assistance in washing my back,' she says. 'Perhaps if you do a good job of it, I'll allow you to address me by my given name.' She slowly, languidly turns over in the bath, canting her full hips and giving Alysa a view of her sumptuous backside as she reaches for a ceramic shell in which rests a small hand towel and what looks to be a bar of soap, the floral fragrance of which reminds Alysa of how her hostess smelled as the woman leaned back against her. Only vaguely does she recall another odor that lay beneath, something unpleasant and foul.Glancing back over her shoulder, the woman adds, 'I don't even allow Dakrom to call me by name.'

"Oh mistress it would be my pleasure" Alysa smiled as she took the soap and the towel from the woman's hand. The view of the woman's body caused her to bite her lip again for her hostess was far from an unpleasant sight and one that the enchanted blonde was hoping to see more of.

Though she stands somewhat shorter than Alysa, the woman's body is less athletic, more curved, especially around the hips and bust. She is rather thin about the abdomen, which only accentuates her feminine build. She reaches back to pull her thick, dark hair out of the way, exposing her slender back.

'Do it well and it is a pleasure we may share,' she coos, leaning forward slightly, pressing her full bottom against Alysa's hips.

Alysa teasingly leaned close and purred in the woman's ear."Contrary to what you've seen mistress, I do everything well, especially where beautiful women are involved"

Closing her eyes, the woman continues to smile, her hips slowly rippling as she grinds her backside against Alysa while the blonde bandit strokes her back with the towel. 'Your technique shows promise,' the woman says, 'but I think you'll be needing a lot of practice.' She shifts her ass from side to side, pressing the soft, malleable flesh firmly into Alysa in a gesture that could likely only have a single meaning. Alysa can certainly take a hint and she grins as she shifts her attention to the woman's sexy ass. "Perhaps mistress will have to teach me a thing or two about what she likes" she purred as she teasingly strokes her hands over her hostess's body.

'I was an educator once,' the woman demurs, purring as Alysa's hands roam her body, which is warmed by the heat of the surrounding water. 'If you had been one of the sweet young girls in my classes, you would have received a full education by now.'She turns around swiftly, splashing bath water over the edge of the recessed basin, and gazing deeply into Alysa's eyes, her turgid nipples pressing up against Alysa's smaller but no less pert breasts. 'Where shall we begin, my pet?'

"Well mistress I am certain we can make up for lost time where my education is concerned" she grins her hand running through her hair almost nervously."As for where to start, I leave that in your capable hands" she teased as she turned her blue eyes on the woman, they were still inquisitive but there was a hint of something else there as well.

Suddenly the woman's delicate but strong hands clench hold of Alysa's bosom, squeezing and fondly roughly, while the woman's mouth seeks out that of the taller blonde, kissing her hungrily, lustfully. Yet, despite her fierceness, there is an underlying gentleness. She does not seem intent on inflicting any pain. Instead, it is as if all the longing that this woman has kept within her rushes out at once and Alysa is caught in the tide.Her tongue is cool as it flicks at Alysa's lips, begging entrance to her lover's mouth. This woman, Mira Armonde, has given every indication that she desires to take Alysa and ravish her. It is now left to the bandit woman whether she shall resist and attempt to regain control of the situation or surrender to this woman and let her do with Alysa as she pleases. Both possibilities have their appeal.

Alysa considers her options as she parts her lips to the woman's kiss. She finds her body eager to respond to the woman's touches and she decides to surrender, if only for the moment and see where this situation takes her. After all, this could be fun. With that thought Alysa's hands slide down the woman's sides and wrap around her waist, deepening their kiss as her blue eyes grow wide with curiosity and a hint of lust darkens them for a moment.

'First,' Mira murmurs into Alysa's mouth, 'a lesson in cleanliness.'She grasps Alysa by the hips and whirls her around, now facing away from Mira and gazing down the hallway by which she entered. Behind, Mira begins to lather up the towel in her hands, the foamy sound of the suds heard above the pounding of Alysa's heart.'Allow me to show you how to wash properly,' Mira says as she begins to softly scrub Alysa's back in ever expanding circles.

Alysa can't help but let out a sigh of contentment as Mira touches her. She can still feel her heart beating rapidly, Mira's every soft motion causing her to shiver. It has been a long time since Alysa allowed someone to touch her and far more than that since she had allowed anyone to see her exposed and vulnerable like this. It does not take long before the circumference of the circle encompasses Alysa's shoulders and firm backside. The towel is very soft, lightly scouring her back, and Mira leans in to nip at Alysa's shoulder and throat before finally raising her hand up, clutching the dripping towel, and laying it by the edge of the basin.

Then her hands begin to massage Alysa's ass, a long finger occasionally probing into regions where no other lover has dared. Those same clever fingers soon crawl up along Alysa's sides and find her breasts again. Mira pulls the slightly taller blonde back against her, her own full, soft tits pressing against Alysa's back as the recently widowed woman artfully plays with Alysa's nipples, teasing and tugging and caressing in ways that might send shivery shockwaves throughout her body. The bandit may not fail to notice that Mira's hands wander over her skin before returning back to her chest, never letting the heat rising in Alysa to subside, as if sensing the building tension in the blonde woman's body.

'Oh, so strong,' Mira murmurs in Alysa's ear. 'I love it when they're strong but, in the end, you moan like a whore for me and your body will surrender to pleasures that no man shall even be able to bestow upon your beautiful body. Now, tell your mistress how much you crave her touch.'

She pinches Alysa's nipple playfully. 'Say it, my beauty. Say it and then let it go. Let that fire rage inside you until you explode!'The shivering bandit can only whimper at the woman's touch, unable to fight the growing fire that threatens to consume her. She has to admit that the woman's touch is stirring feelings she has not had in a very long time. She manages to find her words as the woman speaks, her breath catching in her throat as the woman speaks again. "P-please mistress" she gasps "i need your touch so badly, I have since the first time you kissed me".

'Oh, you surrender so willingly,' Mira giggles lightly, her teeth catching Alysa's earlobe and tugging on it. 'You were so cold and merciless when executing my dear, departed husband but now you write beneath my touch like any southern port streetwalker.' Her ministrations to Alysa's breasts become more fervent, more ardent. 'Then shudder and tremble at my touch! I'll not lay a finger or my tongue on your whore cunt until you climax for me at least once. Now, do as I command! Let your blood sing and your body surrender as you release your pleasure to me!'

Alysa lets out a feral growl at the woman's words, turning to face her with a wild look in her eyes as she catches the woman's chin in her hand and kisses her passionately for a moment before breaking away. "careful mistress, i am less a child's pet and more a caged tiger, perhaps it will be you writhing beneath me before the night is over" she purred as she released her grip

Grinning, Mira snakes her arm up around Alysa's back and grabs hold of her as yet dry hair. 'There is some of that cold fire that burns within you, my pet, but I warn you that I have tamed far worse than tigers. Now turn around and bend over, bitch.'Her blue eyes glitter with lascivious menace and her full lips are peeled back over her white teeth as she hisses that last syllable. It is as though some invisible weight presses down on Alysa; not a physical force but a mental burden and it prompts her to obey, promising her whatever she desires if only she'll yield and surrender to this woman.'Now,' Mira demands.

Alysa wants so badly to give in to her, unsure of what's prompted this desire. Whether it is the voice whispering in her head of promised rewards or if she's fallen under the spell of this enchanting and yet so demanding woman. Her body responds almost instantly, before she can process the command. As though compelled by something she cannot quite acknowledge the tempting blonde has turned and bent over as Mira commanded. Her body is covered in goosebumps and her breath comes in short almost panting gasps of anticipation.

Once again those firm hands grip her hips and glide over her backside as Mira leans over the woman and runs her tongue along the blonde's exposed spine. She can taste the salt of the bandit's perspiration but that is only the tantalizing flavor that reminds her of other more intimate fluids she intends to sample. 'So much sin in a single woman,' Mira purrs, her lips sliding down Alysa's back. 'Yet so charming and well spoken. Oh, my darling, what ever shall I do with you?'

Ever so gently and slowly so that Alysa may not have noticed, so distracted is she by these new sensations, Mira begins to ease Alysa forward, her breasts pressing upon the warm stone floor as she lifts the blonde's hips upward, just above the water.Alysa has known the touch of a man but this is different. So soft and sensual, so knowing and careful, this woman seems content to wring every ounce of pleasure that she can from , her if only with the assurance that the blonde bandit shall want more.

She is shivering and whimpering with pleasure at Mira's touch, she can't even find the words to answer the woman when she speaks, her usually quick wit and charming tongue are nowhere to be found. In their place is a whimper of pleasure as Alysa realizes just what Mira intends to do with her now that she has her in her expertly lascivious clutches. And yet, the bandit does not regret the decision that placed her here and in fact feels like the luckiest woman in Angalon for having won the attentions of such a sexy woman.

Mira smiles as her long tongue slithers in and out of Alysa through that back passage even while her nails dig into Alysa's ass, breaking the skin and causing thin rivulets of blood to ooze down the sultry slope of her bottom, only to be quickly lapped up by the woman performing this act for which Alysa knows not even the word as it would be considered so taboo in polite Angalon society that none of her educators would have labeled it lest that, by the very nature of doing so, would cause it to exist. Yet it must have existed and Mira Armonde must have learned it from somewhere.

Now the woman not only kisses the droplets of blood from Alysa's ass but her tongue broadens its path, moving downward to occasionally dart beneath and tease the outer regions of Alysa's sweet, dripping sex. It is just as the woman had promised and more as she whispered her lewd words in Alysa's ear on the ride back to Redclyffe. If only the bandit had considered the repercussions of that proposal, would she still be here, lying halfway out of the tub, her body sprawled across the floor and her hips quivering like a feral cat in heat, begging for more attention?

The question is moot, after all. Alysa simply is here, after a long day of waiting, and only she can decide whether it was worth the long hours to be subjected to these torturous caresses.Alysa cannot even think at the moment, let alone try to decipher the implications of everything going on around her. Her body trembles under the woman's touches, a sharp cry falling from her lips as she feels Mira's nails dig into her, followed by the familiar feeling of blood falling from the tiny wounds. She can't help but wonder what Mira is doing, though the passing thought is erased by the older woman's exploratory caresses around her wet and needy sex. Her sharp cry is replaced by a loud and breathless moan of pure pleasure.

Mira smiles as her long tongue slithers in and out of Alysa through that back passage even while her nails dig into Alysa's ass, breaking the skin and causing thin rivulets of blood to ooze down the sultry slope of her bottom, only to be quickly lapped up by the woman performing this act for which Alysa knows not even the word as it would be considered so taboo in polite Angalon society that none of her educators would have labeled it lest that, by the very nature of doing so, would cause it to exist. Yet it must have existed and Mira Armonde must have learned it from somewhere.

Now the woman not only kisses the droplets of blood from Alysa's ass but her tongue broadens its path, moving downward to occasionally dart beneath and tease the outer regions of Alysa's sweet, dripping sex. It is just as the woman had promised and more as she whispered her lewd words in Alysa's ear on the ride back to Redclyffe. If only the bandit had considered the repercussions of that proposal, would she still be here, lying halfway out of the tub, her body sprawled across the floor and her hips quivering like a feral cat in heat, begging for more attention?

The question is moot, after all. Alysa simply is here, after a long day of waiting, and only she can decide whether it was worth the long hours to be subjected to these torturous caresses.Alysa cannot even think at the moment, let alone try to decipher the implications of everything going on around her. Her body trembles under the woman's touches, a sharp cry falling from her lips as she feels Mira's nails dig into her, followed by the familiar feeling of blood falling from the tiny wounds. She can't help but wonder what Mira is doing, though the passing thought is erased by the older woman's exploratory caresses around her wet and needy sex. Her sharp cry is replaced by a loud and breathless moan of pure pleasure. She cannot even think at the moment, let alone try to decipher the implications of everything going on around her. Her body trembles under the woman's touches, a sharp cry falling from her lips as she feels Mira's nails dig into her, followed by the familiar feeling of blood falling from the tiny wounds. She can't help but wonder what Mira is doing, though the passing thought is erased by the older woman's exploratory caresses around her wet and needy sex. Her sharp cry is replaced by a loud and breathless moan of pure pleasure. So lost is Alysa in her orgasmic haze as once Mira brings her to the edge and pushes her over it, she does not relent or permit the blonde woman any respite or relief. At some point, Mira turns the woman over on her back and shoves her face between Alysa's thighs, her mouth clamped down on the blonde's sex as Mira's tongue rapidly thrusts in and out of her, exploring her with such fervor and care that it is almost overwhelming. The only sensation that Alysa has ever found so incapacitating is pain and this is the polar opposite. Yet the sheer volume of it may have the same effect; to rob the highwaywoman of her senses, if not deprive her of her life.

Down the hallway, a shadowy figure stands. In her depleted condition, Alysa may only vaguely register that it is Dakrom watching them but, at that point, she may not care just as she may not feel the sudden sharp pricking along her inner thigh, right against the pulsing vein that runs directly next to her glistening mound, her engorged clitoris being suckled upon noisily by this otherwise demure and proper young wife.

'I wish my husband could have watched us,' Mira says from somewhere in that blissful cloud of endless lust that swallows up Alysa, making her practically delirious. She feels weaker and weaker as Mira mercilessly laps at her cunt. 'Just so he can know how badly he failed to please all those whores he enjoyed.'

Dakrom is strolling ever closer but Alysa can scarcely breathe, let alone form words to express herself. Her moans have become grunts, her body entirely open to the woman, whose face lifts up, gleaming with a pinkish sticky glaze. She grins and jabs two fingers up into Alysa's ass before returning to the ravishment of the hapless Alysa.Just as the world spins faster and faster and fades to black. Dakrom is leaning over Alysa and smiling, his lips forming words that she cannot hear.

Alysa trembles and whimpers as she suddenly realizes what is about to happen as darkness closes in at the edges of her vision. she's fallen unconscious more than once and the feeling is familiar though she cannot quite figure out what has caused it as her body goes limp and her eyes flutter closed.