Ravar gulped, shuffled, wondered if she could sense the thoughts forming in his brain.
“Ahh. I always wondered how you ladies found your way about.” he said at last, having failed to come up with something witty.
“Did you think I was incapable of such when you helped me in the Bazaar?” she asked softly.
He remembered that day well, for it was the night when he’d pledged allegiance, and more, to the Goddess. Laying with a whore in a slum brothel, west of the then closed Bazaar, he’d been taken to new levels of ecstasy. Amidst post-coital lassitude, he’d asked her where she’d learned her trade, being so amazed at her unearthly skill. Read more…
