<strong><span class="bbc_u">Widow, leaving the Harlot's Crotch</span></strong><br/><br/>As the androgynous beauty and her lumbering bodyguard exited the tavern after the meeting, the Abyssal noticed movement and hushed noises to her right. Nearby, she saw the young man from the bar earlier being pushed into an alleyway by two large men, one of which she recognized as the one that had been harrassing the lad earlier.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Fyr, Harlot's Crotch first floor, late at night</strong></span><br/><br/>In contrast to it's appearance in the morning, the ground floor of the Harlot's Crotch after closing was dark and deadly quiet. Anyone who frequented the place and became accustomed to the usual buzz would be thrown off by the silence late at night. As it was, the room would be plunged in total darkness were it not for a single candle lit on a table in the corner.<br/><br/>Sitting on a chair beside it, Amber Mist of the Mountain had his pants around his ankles and jerked his manhood like there was no tomorrow. After a busy, tiring day where his thoughts kept drifting back to the four beauties from earlier, the enchanting Perfect Orchid, the temptingly gorgeous androgenous individual, the near-naked dark-skinned slave and, most of all, the gallant lady who had kissed his hand and stolen his heart, he needed to blow off steam and something else. Even thought he was stuck at night waiting for a delivery, he was glad for a chance to release his pent-up frustrations in private.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sapphire Dusk, Harlot's Crotch, late at night</strong></span><br/><br/>"-solutely not! Go to your room right now!"<br/><br/>"Oh no! You already had your chance mom! I'm old enough to fuck whoever I want!"<br/><br/>There seemed to be an argument going on outside of Sapphire Dusk's bedroom in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>"I don't care, if you're living with me and your father you'll do what we say!"<br/><br/>"Oh how is that fair? Screw it mom, I'm going in!"<br/><br/>There were sounds of hustling and banging against the door, until it opened abruptly and two bodies tumbled in and onto the floor. One of the was Ivory's blonde-haired daughter of fair beauty Lily of the Morning Brook, and the other was the old man's pretty blue-eyed, auburn-haired wife Whispering Rose. The two were currently entangled with each other where they fell. "Um... excuse us."