<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/58/59/ca5859f27dde73a3b265c51694ffc96e.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Laelia</a>woke with a slight start, she had that slightly disoriented feeling of waking up in a bed that was not her own.  Being that she had traveled to the very northeast frontier of the vast empire whose capital she called home, that in itself was not surprising.  This bed however, had the distinct scent of sex and Laelia Severan was as naked as the day she was born.  She was at least still covered with a thin sheet, not to mention a thin sheen of sweat and semen.  She was relieved to soon determined she was alone.  He was gone, whoever he was, she hadn't actually bothered to learn his name.  Of course she hadn't come to this brothel to make new friends.  She had come to have one last night of raucous anonymous sex, and she had certainly accomplished that, she smiled at the thought.  She lost track of how many times he had brought her to climax, she counted for a while while lying in bed until she heard the cock crow once again, the first having stirred her into consciousness.  "Shit" she sat up at once as she realized the sun was already rising.  In the faint light of dawn she jumped out of bed, found her black silk dress, more by touch than sight and pulled it over her naked frame.  Her hair was mated and dirty, there was nothing to be done with it but find her cloak and pull the hood over it.  Where was her cloak?  Damn, she remembered dropping it in the parlor when she found the man who would fill her void for the evening, she could only hope it was still there.  She found her shoes but carried them they weren't much good for being in a hurry anyway.<br/><br/>She was lucky to find her cloak in the parlor and threw it on over her scant dress and horrendous hair.  No one was about, mornings in whorehouses apparently aren't very active.  She slipped out the back door calculating in her head what time it must be based on the sun's position on the horizon.  "Shit" she said again as she realized how little time she had. She started back towards the inn where she had booked her room for the night.  Her bath was already being drawn, she had made arrangements the day before, but she was still on the other side of town.  Unlike her trip here, there were no rickshaw's or carriage's about, the only horse drawn conveyance was a milk wagon.  She walked over, finding the driver and using her aristocratic voice often used with servants and the working class.  "Good Morning Sir, I need to get to the Imperial Inn, it's in the government district..."  Which of course being a native of New Haven he already knew.  "...could I trouble you to adjust your route today?"  She let her cloak slip open slightly a hint of cleavage couldn't hurt.  The driver turned, looked at her and beyond to the brothel she had just stepped out of, it was clear he wasn't in a charitable mood but understood the oldest profession well enough.  It took another precious 10 minutes but soon she was on her way with just a bit more of the same to wash off of her hands and breasts.  The hardest part was not laughing at his size compared to the beast she had bedded last night, the milk man's little prick practically got lost between her tits as she jiggled them for him.<br/><br/>Her bath was luxurious but all too brief but at least she was clean.  She put her long black hair in a tight braid, dressed in her traveling clothes; breaches, knee high boots, a thin white blouse, and a form fitting vest.  She found the wagon with her crates of supplies and rode it to the Guild office near the East Gate.  The buckboard seat was her first reminder of how sore she was on her lower half, she could barely imagine what several days on horseback was going to feel like.  Still, remembering the night she had, it was  worth it.  She smiled to her self even as she gripped the seat with both hands, lifting her bottom slightly to minimize the jarring on the rough streets of New Haven.  She checked in at the Guild office then followed the clerk towards the east gate.  Walking just a little stiffly she noted a handsome man, well groomed dark hair even if his clothes were a bit shoddy.  She gave him a shy smile as she slipped back into her normal persona.  She hadn't believed in tales of giants but when she saw the red haired man leaning near the gate she began to wonder if maybe there was something to it.  But her biggest shock was when she met the leader of the expedition.  Her eyes went wide and her pale face flushed red.  "You!"  She gasped and then was at a loss for words.  "I...ah...may I, have a word...?"  She stammered as she walked out of ear shot of the others, hoping the man she spent last night with would follow.