<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)   </div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging: Florica<br/>Status: Tipsy<br/><hr/><br/>Amanda watched the exchange play out quite graphically through the front windows of the inn, her eyes rounding as the girl hauled off their employer with obvious carnal intentions.  She was surprised, deliciously scandalized, and most of all impressed by the girl's daring.  "I...don't think they're coming back."<br/><br/>She furrowed her brow slightly, not quite sure what to do, coughing and taking a drink as their friend was off stripping naked somewhere.  Or not stripping.  She did seem in a hurry; although not revealing a body like hers seemed a horrible waste.  "Do you think she's...you know...okay?  I mean, we don't really know the Corporal.  He could be some sort of terrible person.  Or um.  Defending her honor?"  Wasn't that a thing heroes did?  She didn't really think Rowan would want her honor defended any more than Amanda would in her position.  Whatever position that was at the moment.  Amanda blushed as she considered the options, and Rowan naked in them.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I didn't think so, either.  So yay to, um, sex?  And having some.  For other people.  Not me."  She threw back her cider, drinking deeply, then set it down and picked up Rowan's abandoned cup.  "Stupid boys."  Stupid Isabelle.  "I'm off for a bath."