[Feysilvered Lenses] Discuss the Obvious Connection between Both Books

The Cerulean Maven is **** at first. She denies any knowledge, trying in vain to conceal the book behind her back. You, unperturbed, shift your attention to the memoir on the desk. She winces when you first spell out the name of a forbidden constellation, but she no longer feigns ignorance. And by the time you again broach the connection between the books, she stands by your side and follows your argument with wide-eyed amazement.

”That’s what I’ve been thinking,” she says, screams really. ”But I haven’t been able to find the words – to see it this clearly. Thank you, First Officer, for...” She interrupts herself and lays out the books beside each other. ”What do you make of this passage?”

Your disputation ranges far and wide. She is well-read but lacks experience. Your own studies have suffered out at Sea, and you are not that surprised when she quotes an obscure book to provide an explanation for some of the horrific wonders you have seen.

But soon her academic interest mixes with the personal. You hint at first, but her insistence is infectious. She asks with the warmth of an old friend and quizzes you with the cold detachment of a doctor first meeting a new patient.

{if Acquaintance: The Feyborn Whore = 1} You tell her about the Feyborn Whore and about the strange garden the Powdered Spring conjured for the two of you. About the way her tainted blood reacted to **** and lust. She tells you about the new translation of a Feyish philosopher's writings, and together you tease out its strange connection to the more esoteric passages found within the Holy Writ. {endif}

{if Connected: The Starry Eyed = 1} You tell her about your visit with the Starry Eyed. About the improper saints, profaned by the dregs of Polite Society, and about the Pale Muse whose face you painted white with your cum. The two of you have a good laugh about the religious symbolism he missed, the second-hand sources he had to use – and the actual ritual he chanced upon. {endif}

{if A Tattooed Mariner = 1} You tell her about the Tattooed Mariner. About her need for your dick, and your willingness to help her out. About her tight backdoor yielding to your shaft, and about your cum staining the blasphemous tattoo on her lower back. She, nodding, finds the same symbols in the margins of the book before you. {endif}

”I wanted to show you something,” the Cerulean Maven says during a lull in the conversation. She has since urged you to take the seat while she has remained standing. Her back is turned towards the desk, and her legs almost touch yours. ”We don’t travel much.” She swallows. ”Dad thinks it’s dangerous even with guards. And never without. But I have friends at University, fellow students, who do. And there’s shops here in Barenhaven; if you know where to look. We share, sometimes. And Dad’s library – I can’t ask him – but I continue to find... I’m rambling...”

You, smiling, wait for her to continue.

”I’m sorry. I’m nervous, I guess. Watch!” She, turning around, hikes up her dress. The sensible underwear does not surprise you. Beige and cut for comfort. But she pushes the linen aside and reveals a firm black leather knob. A dark and vulgar base lodged between her virgin cheeks. She exhales, trembling.

”It’s from a book,” she says. ”It’s a bet I made with my friends. It’s – something I thought you should know. About me. And I have a favour to ask.” She keeps facing away from you, and her voice is lowered to a rough whisper.