Ed and Lydia head back to the Sleeping Giant Inn

Ed looked at his beautiful loyal Housecarl **** to fuck her again, he thought of all the missed opportunities he'd had in his life to fuck his wife and other women he'd known because he'd preferred to bury his head in virtual worlds. Well he had the last laugh now, his perfectly designed woman was his real life sex ****, real life at this moment being entirely subjective.

Despite his epiphany standing in a river wasn't really his first choice of venue for rediscovering his lost libido. Now that his initial lust had been sated he felt self conscious about the random NPCs wandering past even if they seemed entirely oblivious of his actions unless he directly interacted with them. Even the local guard diligently patrolling the area in her bikini chainmail alert for danger had ignored the couple fucking in public. Even though it seemed that he was as ignored in the game by strangers to the same extent as he had been in real life Ed felt self conscious. Both he and Lydia moved to the shore to get dressed, feeling safe within the village he wore expensive looking nobleman's clothes rather than armour, due to in game mechanics the velvet somehow wasn't ruined by the water. Lydia wore a micro bikini that covered so little that even a Kardasian would blush, a dark green thong barely covered her pussy and disappeared between her asscheeks while two matching strips of fabric heroically strained to contain her breasts which spilled out from the sides.

As they walked back towards the Sleeping Giant Inn they passed the bikini chainmail clad Nordic guard on her patrol and Ed noted that she looked practically fully dressed compared to Lydia, Ed automatically leered at her without thinking but was ignored much to his irritation

Lydia and Ed were greeted by the sound of song from the resident minstrel and stale dried in beer as they reentered the inn. Ed scanned the room and saw Camilla Valerius sitting at a table with her brother, the beautiful Imperial woman smiled at the Dragonborn. At the bar the busty Nordic barkeep wearing a Bavarian style hostess dress who had offered him a room earlier watched him with apparent interest.