Alone in the guards office.

Ciri woke with a start, her eyes trying to open quickly. She was surprised to find one eyelid stuck shut.

"Ungh," She groaned in disgust, rubbing her face. The caked-on goo of countless men rubbed off onto her hand and for a moment she had to stop herself from vomiting. She looked down at her cum-covered body in disgust.

She was still in the Captain's office but she was alone. The sun shined through the windows, highlighting a single envelope on the cum-covered desk. With great effort, Ciri stood and stumbled towards it. Every muscle in her body ached. As Ciri picked up the envelope, she saw that it was addressed to "Whore." She ripped it open and read its contents.

"Consider our deal done. Your friend will no longer be in my debt," It read simply. Below that, an address.

Ciri read the paper once more before crumpling it up tossing it aside. For a moment, she didn't understand; then she remembered why she had agreed to the Captain's deal in the first place.

In the distance, Ciri could hear movement downstairs. She needed to leave.

Quickly, Ciri found her clothes but then hesitated to put them on. She was still covered in the remnants of last night and didn't want to sully her clothes. She remembered the closet she had been stashed in and remembered seeing a few assorted pieces of clothes inside.

She dressed herself in what seemed to be an extra old uniform. It was much too large for her but it would do. She made her way to one of the windows and looked out for prying eyes before opening it and climbing down. Her real clothes held tightly under one arm and her sword on her back, Ciri snuck out the window.

She headed straight to the bath house.

It was almost a half day later before she left the bath house. spending most of her time soaking away her sore muscles and cum-covered skin. When she was done she almost felt human again; at least, good enough to track down Triss and figure out a way to tell her she no longer needed to bother herself with the Temple Guard Captain. On a hunch, she searched the address the Guard Captain left her and was soon rewarded.

Ciri looked upon the leaning house for a moment. It had been ages since she had last saw Triss and, after last night, it would be nice to see a friend again.

She knocked and nobody answered. Unable to help herself, Ciri gently opened the door. She could hear faint chanting and an orange glow coming from upstairs. Carefully she crept up to the room and peaked through the door.

There Triss was, seemingly in the middle of a spell, chanting at another woman who was wearing a cloak and standing in a small marked circle. Ciri waited until the ritual was over before knocking on the door and opening it slowly.

Triss's eyes lit up as soon as she noticed who it was.

"Ciri!" Triss exclaimed and bounded over to envelop her into a hug. "How long-"

"Too long," Ciri replied and relaxed in her friends embrace. They pulled apart and Triss noticed Ciri looking at the back of the hooded other women.

"Come in, come in," Triss said, pulling her into her room. "It's been so long! You must tell me where you've been, what you've been up to."

Ciri nodded but first needed to know who the other person was, "Who is she?" Ciri asked.

Triss looked dumbfounded for a moment, then finally clued in. "Oh, that?" Triss said before speaking a handful of words Ciri would not understand, The woman turned and Ciri was shocked to find herself face to face with... Triss.

"It's no one, an illusion." Triss explained. "A spell I've been working on."

Ciri's felt her stomach drop.

"She looks like me, smells like me, acts like me," Triss said. "But," with another phrase the illusion vanished in smoke. "She's not real, just an illusion. With how dangerous the city has become for witches I decided to play it safe, the illusion lets me-" Triss paused and blushed, "- lets say it lets me do things I would never do myself in order to keep my friends safe."

"So, it wasn't... you didn't..." Ciri said, her mind reeling.

"Oh, there's this one Guard Captain that was giving me hard time," Triss went on obliviously, "Can you imagine, he wanted me to debase myself for him! Like any self-respecting woman would ever do that. But don't worry about him; he just received a transfer and a more pliable Captain will be taking his place next week. The Captain just received his orders yesterday, right after I left him; I'm sure he spent the night heartbroken."

Ciri's head spun and for a moment, and her stomach; still full with the cum of a dozen men began to turn. She needed to sit down before she puked.