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It was the same sleeping chamber. The same anti-chamber. The same hooks.
It was different as there were different garments on the hooks in the anti-chamber. Laun had not really realized until that day that the breeches the men wore had been to keep them from being too forward. Though, as Laun remembered a certain morning, it had saved him from her as much as her from him.
There were already women naked in the anti-chamber. Edgar and Fount were on their knees, both of them washing the legs of the women standing in front of them. Laun had seen some people leave the Great Hall, but had not expected as many there as there were. She also was not expecting the other wardsmen who were standing to the side, watching.
The lantern light was bright, not allowing the haze of darkness to hide what was happening. It was what Laun wanted. She wanted to see as well as feel and hear as much as possible that evening. What she was seeing were two men, still clothed themselves, tending to women as if they were thoroughbreds. They had their own styles, but just by tenderly cleansing the women, Laun could see how their touch was already bringing desire. Nan looked over and shyly smiled until a fingertip brushed her skin and she closed her eyes.
Perhaps Fount didn’t need the lessons, after all. »Read More