<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ee7XrNa.png)</div>Shay offered the lecherous old guard an earnest smile before he left her in red-lit alley way. The ass-fingering he gave her had her sucking in an appreciative breath. Some priestesses and acolytes didn't always appreciate those casual advances, but they certainly weren't Shay, who fed off the old-man's perverted energies. "Mayhaps there will be a bed with cold spot waiting for you to warm it~"<br/><br/>Inside, the Scarlet Wishes made Shay feel as though she never left Avondale. While non-society brothels ran their businesses as inns with benefits, the Society prided itself in having spaces that welcomed wanton desire to the point of making desire a community activity. Rooms shielded only by silk sheets, wash pools in the center where casual skinship was shared between patrons and acolytes both. Madam Scarlet maintained a similar set up in the Blessing, though the abundance of wealth brought in via the port allowed her to make the operation grander. Still. It was true what they say: spy a red lantern, find succor within.<br/><br/>Of course, Shay spied something she would never had seen in a place of worship run by Madam Scarlet: a real, live succubus being reamed in one of the pools by none other than the madam of the brothel herself. Shalyn stared dumbfounded as she watched the demonic woman writhe under the madam. The sexual energy required to even resist succubi, nevermind to bed one...Shay couldn't possibly imagine herself being in the madam's position. Though...as she watched the madam seem to withdraw her cock after an age, Shay could easily imagine herself in the succubus's position.<br/><br/>Shalyn readily hugged the madam back, a cheeky hand reaching between her thighs to brush again the madam's cock briefly. Some pilgrims made a list of sorts for themselves to accomplish during their journey's. One of Shay's was to bed every madam she came across. Or rather, be bedded by.<br/><br/>"My journey has been eventful, yes, Madam," Shay said. The brief introduction to the priestess of Ashford, a fellow pilgrim, made Shay frown with a bit of envy. "Whole blockades, you say? Lady above, I've only had to deal with a single toll point...though the orcs there were such the delight." If pressed for details, Shalyn wouldn't dream to deny the madam an<em>in-depth</em>recount.<br/><br/>"I hope the siege didn't put a damper on your Feast this year?" The city really did seem to be in dire straits. Fresh food lacking, shops lacking business--save for roadside stall with the Hot Cum for sale. How Shay was tempted to stop by for a vial. Perhaps later that evening. Whatever the case, the city didn't seem to be a position to enjoy the Red Lady's Feast.