Caravan part 3 (draft)

( There is still a chapter missing in between this and the last mostly a small info and world building chapter but I thought this one too good not to share while I work on the other boring one.)

What I heard only in whispers was about another caravan wagon being there but having set up further down the valley due to the monastery.

A brothel on wheels which wasn’t atypical for a caravan as there was always money to earn in new locations especially if there was a lack of local harlots. And despite it being set up further away there were quite a few men here as well waiting in line for their turn.

The girls however many they are, though considering the size of the wagon there must be no more than 2 or 3, seems to have all hands full since morning as I saw not just one but usually 4 or 5 men enter at once. Each girl likely taking care of at least 2 guys while they have the opportunity to earn money here.

I kept hidden in the bushes just observing for a few seconds more out of curiosity than any actual desire to go there.

Even if I was a bit curios I had no money to waste and couldn’t really go up there as a nun with the monastery this close by.

A brothel wagon wasn’t unusual for a caravan and there were plenty of different and diverse sorts of brothels in this world ranging from exotic ones like restaurants with girls underneath each table fellating the guests to glory walls where girls were stuck in walls and patrons could freely choose who to fuck and even switch between girls whenever they wanted.

So a brothel wagon was pretty mundane in this aspect. Still as I had never been to a brothel in real life before, I had to admit to being a slightly tiny bit curious how things worked. This was purely for research purposes.

In game you just select from the menu after all.

I put on a disguise, most of these men here were from neighbouring villages and wouldn’t recognise me either way but putting on a large grey blanket it looked close enough to an oversized robe with a hood. I sneaked in close to look at the prizes and how everything worked. Besides the men standing in line there were also a few just enjoying the show.

Through the slit in the curtains I saw that it was only two girls doing all the work with a third sitting in the middle guiding the guests as to when to replace the men inside going at it hard. The girl in the middle had a pocket watch and a money tray which she used to gauge when the next group was up and took payments upfront.

Being this close by I heard the muffled moans of the girls inside who likely had something obstructing their mouths at that very moment.

The curtains allowed only for a glimpse of their midsections which went back and forth as the silhouettes of the men trust back and forth from both sides. The scene was incredibly erotic which made me understand why all the men had bulges in their pants and weren’t paying me any attention despite how suspicious I might look.

There was no prize sign instead the girl held up her fingers when asked.

Four to go to the right behind a girl towards her ass and three to go to the left to replace the man fucking the girls face.

Prizes were clearly adjusted to fit the locals it seems as in other places from what I remember a silver was the standard but usually referred from one to one and a half hours spend with the client in private.

Here it seems men payed 4 bronze for 20 minutes in the back or 3 bronze in front going at it in groups to make it easier to manage.

“Next groups up.” The girl said in a sweet voice.

“When will you be in there?” One men asked.

“I will be replacing Jenny in a hour that’s the redhead in there, if you want to wait that’s your choice but I would recommend Jenny over me personally.” The girl answered promoting her coworker instead of trying to rope the guy in for herself.

They likely shared all the funds anyway so it made sense for her to promote the others. Unlike them who were clearly naked in there she was mostly ordinarily dressed through with a rather deep cleavage showing off her assets and a lovely black choker around her neck.

The previous group left reluctantly but made no fuss and some even went to the back of the line again.

The new guys, 5 at that, entered and you could hear them unbuckling their belts before they once again filled in the positions of the group before them with the girls once again being spit-roasted in-between.

Sometimes there were even two guys in the back of a girl switching whenever the other was spend for a discount of 7 Bronze instead of 8 for two. Though that deal seemed rather disadventurous as they each only had 10 minutes that way though it seem some preferred the cheaper option despite the shorter time.

At this point even I grew aroused. How could I not with two girls being played with by a bunch of guys right in front of me even if most of the action was hidden from view with only a silhouette visible the moans alone made me feel hot and flushed.

…

I had to remind myself that I was here for "research purposes"—nothing more. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the scene unfolding before me. I felt a mixture of shame and intrigue as it was hard to avert my gaze from the girls swaying bodies.

The line continued to move steadily, men shuffling forward, coins clinking into the tray as the girl at the center remained composed and businesslike. The whole thing well practiced, and the efficiency with which the men were ushered in and out was almost hypnotic.

Suddenly, one of the men in line glanced my way. I froze, instinctively pulling the blanket hood further over my head, my breath catching in my throat. He squinted, his eyes narrowing, and for a brief moment, I feared he had recognized me—or at least that I didn’t belong here.

But then he shrugged and turned his attention back to the brothel wagon, more interested in what was ahead than the strange figure lurking at the edge of the clearing. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, my pulse still racing.

The longer I watched, the more my thoughts began to wander. Was this all these girls knew? Was this their life, moving from town to town, village to village, enduring the rough hands of men just earning their keep on route wherever they went? Or was this just a way for them to travel cheaply and earn some money on the way. It did look like the girls enjoyed themselves but it was hard to tell how much was real and how much was show for the customers.

The monastery officially taught the nuns to pity such women, to see them as victims of sin and help them find salvation, but now, seeing them up close, I wasn’t so sure. They didn’t seem broken or downtrodden. They worked with a purpose, a confidence, almost as if this was just another job to them and even seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

This was an eroge world so of course both sexes enjoyed having sex quite a bit and it would only become more apparent as the story went on with the corruption and all, increasing both mens and woman’s libido and making such scenes much more mundane with time.

As I continued to observe, I noticed something strange. Amid the sounds of grunting men and muffled moans, there was a faint tapping sound—steady, rhythmic. My eyes scanned the scene, trying to find the source, and I realized it was coming from the third girl, the one with the pocket watch and the money tray. Her foot tapped lightly against the wooden floor of the wagon, in time with the pocket watch in her hand. It was almost imperceptible, but there was something deliberate about it, as if she were counting down to something.

I shook my head, dismissing the thought. What could there be to count? It was probably just a nervous habit, something to pass the time while she waited for her shift inside. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it.

As I prepared to leave, satisfied that I had gathered enough "research," I heard the girl at the front suddenly speak in a low, hurried voice. “Change of plan. Pack it up.”

My heart skipped a beat. Were they closing for the day? Had they seen me?

The men in line grumbled in protest, but the girl was firm. “We’re moving. You can come back tomorrow. Same place, different time.”

The men exchanged confused glances but didn’t argue further. As they slowly dispersed, the wagon door creaked open, and the two girls inside emerged, looking surprisingly unflustered for what they had just endured. They exchanged quiet words with the girl who had been managing the money, and then, in a flurry of quiet movement, they began to pack up the wagon.

I watched in fascination, trying to piece together what had just happened. Why had they suddenly decided to leave?

Then I saw it—the faint glow of light at the far end of the valley, growing steadily brighter. A group of people was approaching, and from the looks of their robes and the symbols they carried, they weren’t just any villagers. Nuns and I think the Abbess might be among them.

I cursed under my breath and quickly retreated further into the trees. The brothel workers must have seen the Nuns coming long before I had, their swift departure now making perfect sense. The monastery wouldn’t take kindly to a brothel setting up so close to holy grounds.

As I slipped away unnoticed, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of admiration for the women. They were survivors in a world that wasn’t kind to them, always one step ahead, always ready to move at a moment’s notice. Feeling a strange sense of kinship to them considering the thorny path ahead of me.

My research, for now, would have to remain incomplete. But as I made my way back toward the monastery, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just witnessed a glimpse of this world and of things to come.

…

I masturbated to the sight I had witnessed all night. Even if I planned to never be in that kind of position just imagining it was strangely arousing. It was nothing more than a fantasy I told myself remembering the scenes when the original claire was **** into such situations while going undercover or having to repay a debt.

I definitely wasn’t curious how the girls felt being trapped in between two guys.

(I changed the caravan stay from 2 to 3 days.)