Dungeons and Dalliances

7.53 – Bordello IV

"What about it?"

"Could I get more, if I asked nicely? Or is it locked in somehow? Magically, as part of how the Bordello works?"

The response took a few moments to come. "… It's not locked in." She sniffed. "But that doesn't mean it's changing for you."

"But it only goes up to a handie."

"And? Is having your cock stroked not enough for you? Ugh, you really are a pervert."

"What if I wanted something less lewd, though?"

"Less lewd?"

"More lewd would be good too," Natalie said, grinning at the girl on her lap. "But we gotta work into that. Foreplay is important."

Vanetta eyed her warily. "What do you want?"

"That's a dangerous question. What don't I want, from you?"

"You know what I meant. That's 'off the menu'. And 'less lewd'. I'm curious now."

Natalie indicated another piece of fruit, and Vanetta huffed and fed it to her. It was surprisingly intimate, being fed by another woman—especially a woman in lingerie sitting on her lap.

After chewing slower than usual, buying herself a moment to think whether she should actually ask for this, she solidified her decision. Might as well try.

"I want you to draw something for me."

Whatever Vanetta had been expecting, that wasn't it. She was visibly taken aback.

"What?"

"Feel free to say no, obviously," Natalie hurried to assure her. "I know it's a personal request. But—" She couldn't stop the smile stretching across her lips. "I really like your outfit." She picked at the lacy hem. "I want something to remember it by."

"You want me to draw myself?"

"I'd pay well?" Natalie smirked. "My team just came back from a lucrative delve. We're flush on coins. I'd be a good patron."

The brief vulnerability on Vanetta's face flicked away, replaced with amusement—as had been Natalie's intent.

"What a coincidence," she said dryly. "So did mine. Which means I'm not desperate to be paid."

"But you'll get enchanted tokens for it, too."

"For drawing myself?"

"In lingerie? It would turn me on, at least, and that's how it works, isn't it? Plus you'd be a good hostess for it—because I really want something to remember this by."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Vanetta flushed, as if she hadn't considered the long-lasting nature of Natalie's request—that doing this would mean Natalie had a lewd image of her for basically forever. She broke eye contact, looking away.

"Why?" Vanetta asked.

"Why what?"

"You could have me—doing other things, right now."

"Believe me, I will soon enough."

"Shut up. You know what I mean. You want me to draw for you? Even if it's something like that, it's just …"

"You said you like drawing. And I want something of you to keep. So it's win-win." She squeezed her by the waist. "But I know you said it's a private hobby, so seriously, no big deal if you don't want to."

Vanetta plucked a slice off the dwindling fruit tray and fed it to Natalie. It was obviously meant to buy time as she thought over the request.

"What kind of drawing?" she finally asked.

Natalie shrugged. "Something sexy. Which would be anything with you wearing that, or anything with you in general, but I mean—something deliberately sexy." She winked. "You know, that I can use for lonely nights."

"You are not implying you're going to masturbate to my drawing," she said flatly.

"Sure. I totally won't." She winked with dramatic flair.

"You—pervert," she sputtered. The next piece of fruit was shoved at her less delicately than the previous. "You're disgusting."

"Am I? You seem excited by the idea too."

"Excited? Embarrassed, if anything. Because it's weird! You're weird."

"My hostess is being mean to me, again," she lamented. "I thought courtesans were supposed to be nice?"

"Shut up. Ugh. What kind of pose, specifically?"

"You're considering it?"

"No. Maybe. There's a big mirror, so it's at least possible." She nodded in the direction of the huge wall-mirror leaning opposite the bed. "Answer me."

"Honestly, anything. Use your artistic intuition. Though even this would be nice." With her free hand, she gestured at the two of them.

"Me sitting on your lap?"

Natalie pursed her lips. "Nah, you're right, that's too tame. Something more exciting. Can I get one in the nude?"

"No."

"Lingerie is hotter, anyway." She mulled that over. "Kind of. It's hard to decide. Would a two-person pose be too difficult?"

"Depends. What pose, specifically?"

"Dunno. The lewder the better though, right? I'm sure it means more tokens. How much experience do you have drawing people, anyway?"

"I draw everything. So I'd be—fine. I'm not that good overall, don't expect too much."

It sounded like she was actually going to do this. Natalie found herself inordinately pleased. She was absolutely interested in more physical activities, but this offer felt many times more intimate. A more important victory.

She grabbed the tray from Vanetta's hands and set it aside. Making to stand, Vanetta shuffled off her lap and let her.

"I'm gonna take these off, since there's not much point," Natalie said, untying the thin string that held her lower armor on. Her top followed afterward.

Interestingly, the armor became visible the moment it separated from Natalie's body, materializing from thin air. With some fascination, she pulled her bra on and off, watching it vanish the moment it settled against her skin, then reappearing when removed.

But she had an even keener interest, right now, so she pulled Vanetta by the hand, guiding her to the edge of the bed. Sitting, she pulled the girl back onto her lap—except this time, with Natalie naked. So rather than Vanetta's ass meeting the metal cup of her armor, Vanetta's panties and thin, diaphanous dress pressed straight into her cock. Which, of course, took no time to swell to full mast, having already been half-ready from previous teasing.

She ran her hands up and down Vanetta's sides as the two of them watched the mirror—watched Natalie caress her lingerie-clad curves. When the girl's breath caught, but she didn't protest, Natalie's hands ventured closer to her breasts—and, still no objections coming, she slid them on and began to grope. She kissed the side of the girl's neck, holding her eyes through the mirror.

"Wouldn't this make for a great drawing?" she murmured.

Vanetta squirmed on her lap, unintentionally giving Natalie a good time. Lifting the girl slightly, Natalie grabbed her cock and guided it so it stuck up between Vanetta's thighs.

"But that's even better," Natalie mused, pressing her length into the other girl's stomach. "Squeeze in. Keep it there."

Vanetta, amazingly, obeyed. Her legs closed, trapping Natalie's cock as it stuck up and laid against her stomach—and her pussy. She shivered in satisfaction.

"Yeah. That's the pose. Cock between your thighs, while I'm feeling you up." Another kiss to her neck. "You don't mind if I keep myself occupied while you work, do you?"

"It'd be easier if we stayed still," Vanetta mumbled, visibly overheating by how fast things had moved.

"I have faith," she murmured. "Couldn't help myself if I wanted to, anyway. You brought what you need? Paper and pencils?"

"Charcoal and a sketch book. Yes. I keep them in my supplies. To draw before sleep, or during down time."

"I'll have to let you up to go get them," Natalie pouted.

"Yes, you will."

Lamenting her fate, however temporary, she released Vanetta—but only after feeling her up a bit more. Her cock slid out from between her thighs as she stood, and she scurried away to grab her drawing supplies.