The indentured girl listened attentively as Derrick gave her his name and the location of his manor. A sly smile vanished almost as soon as it appeared on her lovely lips, as any mage will explain there is power in true names.<br/><br/><strong>"Two days ride?"</strong>She replied softly with a glint in her eye.<strong>"So close."</strong><br/><br/>Derrick's hand slid along her hip and around her slender waist and came to rest on the upper curve of her generous buttocks. The wench's back arched, lifting her ripe behind under his hand.<br/><br/><strong>"They call me Ivy."</strong>She told him, a careful choice of words that neither confirmed or denied whether that was her true name.<strong>"Come sir knight, I will show you to your room."</strong><br/><br/>Ivy led Derrick upstairs and into the finest room the Goblin Gibbet had to offer. A large comfortable looking bed with an ornate metalworked frame filled most of the room leaving barely enough space for a dresser and fireplace. A fire burned already in the grate, amply heating the small room.<br/><br/>Once inside the room Ivy turned, her fingers tugging at the cord securing her top behind her neck. The scrap of light chainmail fell away, baring the most perfect breasts that Derrick had laid eyes on. Dark brown areolae surrounded her long, thick nipples, already achingly erect and jutting proudly upwards from the golden globes.<br/><br/><strong>"This room is to your liking I trust sir knight?"</strong>Ivy enquired with amusement as another pull at her hip released the skirt she wore and allowed it to slide down her slender legs.