Follow Belit back to her tent

Belit Von Bromide had a spring in her step as she led you past the ill-gotten gains stashed in her part of the camp and rows of training dummies peppered with arrows like pincushions. "Hehe... You know, there's actually something kind of nice about sneaking away with you like this. When Rosary showed up at the bonfire to drink with us, I gotta admit, there was a part of me thinking: 'oh great. I got the squire alone for some one-on-one time and now I've gotta compete with this cutie and her big ass.'"

It was rare to hear Belit speak to her misgivings. Normally, she was all smirks and confidence. You told her she had nothing to be fearful of-- she had plenty of charms as a saintess.

Her freckled face went red for a moment as she watched you out of the corner of one eye, looking over her shoulder. "Huh? I wasn't fishing for your approval or anything. I know my ass is just fine," she snapped back, turning her attention forward towards her tent. "It's just, you know... I'm a thief and she's a healer from the church, half-angel too, you know? There was a part of me that was thinking: if this guy wanted to fuck a girl who grew up a street urchin, he'd go to the alleys of Missionaire. If he wanted to fuck a nun with magic Geod powers, he'd become a squire. So when you chose to spend the night with me, it was kinda..." Belit mumbled to herself, rocking back and forth on her toes for a moment. "I guess I just thought it was kind of surprising."

She'd stopped just short of thanking you for spending the night with her, but you appreciated her sentiment all the same. You reassured her again that there was no need to be self-conscious around you.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me what's so great about me!" she demanded, still hiding her face by keeping her back towards you.

You cleared your throat and answered: {if Master = True}you'd always wanted to be with a cheeky girl like her. The way she was always teasing you and daring you to make a move made you want to discipline her... discipline her in a way that would be Geod-sent for you both. All you needed was a night with her.

Belit turned, looking momentarily shocked, before correcting her face into a self-sure grin. Her stammer betrayed her feelings a bit. "W-What's that? You think you're going to spank the attitude out of me, is that it? I'd like to see you try!" she retorted. You didn't think those were empty words, either...{elseif Servant = True}the way she acted, full of confidence to the point of coming off cocky, was actually appealing to you. You liked a woman who took charge. Among the saintesses, she was the one who always knew what she wanted.

"Hmph! What is that, a pep talk?" Belit giggled, turning to you with a big grin on her face. "But I'm happy to hear you say that. I'll be even happier if you can prove it in bed, heh heh..."{elseif Lady's Man = True}you'd been with a lot of women and you could tell that Belit was likely to be electric in the sheets. Isn't it only normal to go for the best lay? Rosary was cute, sure, but Belit seemed like the one who would keep the night going longer and hotter. When it came to sex, greed was good.

"Wow, you really think with your dick, huh? I was ready for you to say something cute and mushy and you give me that instead!" Belit guffawed, before putting her fists to her hips and leaning forward at you. "Not that I'm opposed to it. Alright, lover boy-- show me you can back it up."{else}you didn't think it was the kind of thing you could explain with one-hundred percent certainty. Even you weren't sure what had drawn you to Belit, but there was definitely a kind of magnetism there. Whether it was her cute laugh, her girlish good looks, or just that roguish swagger of hers, something about her made you want her.

"Well, it's nice to be wanted! I guess the great thief's already... stolen your heart, huh? Heh heh," she smirked, turning with her cocky grin full upon her face. "Alrighty then, pep talk's over. You've pepped me up and now, buddy, I'm gonna pep you up."{endif}

The two of you vanished behind the flap of Belit's tent...