But first…

“But first, I have another offer for you.” Oren said to Thyra.
“Oh, and what is that?” Thyra asked, eyeing the handsome noble.
“An associate of mine was here this evening, and he was rather taken by how you carried yourself, he wishes to meet you.”
“Why should I want to see him?”
“He is a very important man. His name is Ishmael, and he is a merchant prince from the desert lands to the south.”
“Rich, in other words?”
“Very rich. I suggest that you go see him while your three friends start looking for Edgar.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Good. I expect to here from you as soon as you’ve found Edgar. Good evening.”
The servant reappeared, and showed the four women to a small room, where their equipment had been placed.
Thyra donned her robe, and kissed the triplets goodbye, and was then shown to a carriage, which took her through the dark streets of Gordor to a large, stone-built house.
The building had several floors, and a walled yard with a stable.
After she had entered the house, she was greeted by a new servant, this one also a middle-aged man, but with a darker complexion.
He showed her down into the cellar, leading her into a room dominated by a large, steaming tub. By the tub stood two dark-skinned, nubile girls, both had black hair, and both were completely naked.
“The Master will see you as soon as you’re cleaned up.” The servant told her and then left Thyra alone with the two young women, who smiled at her.
Eyeing the two girls’ full, curvy bodies, which were completely hairless save for that on their heads, Thyra smiled back, and thought to herself: “This can be fun.”