Ed checks out the room and decides both he and Lydia need to bathe first

Ed decided to recuperate before he secured the barmaids more advanced services and soon arranged for a room, a meal and some ale. Ed's heart sank as he discovered the ale to be strong, thick and bitter. The food was bland and disgusting, the room was mainly an uncomfortable straw bed with a splinter filled chair in the corner. The reality of life in Skyrim was one of hardship and danger which didn't really suit Ed.

Despite the bleakness of this reality, the strong ale gave him a warm glow and his belly was full, he had a beautiful companion who wished to fulfil his every whim and a bed to share with her. Ed suddenly felt much better, yet there was one more job to do.

"Lydia, there doesn't seem to be any washing facilities in the room so I think we should wash in the river" Ed ordered.

"Of course, excellent idea" agreed Lydia, the smell of stale ale and vomit on her breath.

Ed led Lydia to the edge of the river where she removed her robe and armour then stood before him as naked as the day she was programmed with a wicked smile on her lips. Her perfect face was designed for the slightly exotic girl next door look, promises of unbridled passion locked beneath a thin veneer of innocence framed in flowing locks of chestnut coloured hair.

Her body was impossible for a real woman to achieve without losing some of her skeleton, large impressive DD breasts with dark nipples barely drooped as they hung from Lydia's small frame, her waist was tiny but not ridiculous looking with firm hips. Her pussy had one thin strip of pubic hair, the body he considered perfect was finished off by a peach of an ass with impossibly long shapely legs. She looked like the fucktoy Ed had designed her to be and Ed's cock was hard as he devoured her with his eyes.