<strong>"Yes, that's an <em>excellent </em>idea,"</strong>Harlan said, exhausted.  He wasn't even fully inside the bathhouse before he'd removed most of his armour and started peeling at the clothing underneath.<strong>"You just stand watch!"</strong><br/><br/>The hour grew later as Harlan washed himself.  Delphine felt a buzz between her ass cheeks as the buttplug began to move as if though of its own accord.<br/><br/><em>"Well well well,"</em>whispered the voice of the old man in her ear,<em>"what do we have here?  The sultry watchwoman again too aroused to do her duties, and very low on energy?"</em>He cackled, and it came at her as if though from every wall and crevice of the temple.<br/><br/><em>"Tell me, sweet dumpling,"</em>the voice was now appearing at random points around her, it seemed, and now she felt something unseen groping at her body through her clothing.  Rumpling it, tussling it, grabbing her ass, smacking her tits lightly, rubbing her dress up between her legs and towards her pussy.<em>"How would you care for another little wager?  You could get even more power.  All you'd have to risk is this precious pussy of yours."</em>A sudden breeze lifted up her skirts and at just that time, Harlan poked his head out of the bathhouse, quite naked.<br/><br/><strong>"Delphine!"</strong>he called, suddenly catching a glimpse of what was under her dress.<strong>"O-oh my!"</strong>he said, averting his gaze.<strong>"Is something wrong?  Is there anybody out there?"</strong>