Guyld III thinks about her lady friend and what she'd like to do with that friend

Lenore replaced the church's strange hypnotism rosary around her neck and then wrung her hands nervously, watching to see if the effects of her on-the-spot hypno-therapy would be as effective as the last time she'd deigned to try it. "Ahem... Awaken, Mrs. St. Vendigeld." Lenore quit wringing in order to snap her fingers and restore the other girl to reality.

The older woman blinked her eyes a few times, turned her smile to the crowd around her, then wiped a string of spittle from her lips. "Hmmm... Are we at the market, Lenore?"

"Yes... You fell asleep for a moment."

"In the middle of the market? Can you enlighten me as to how we ended up at the market together, Miss Seste?"

"... It's... a long story. How much do you remember?"

The woman shook her head, then smiled fondly. "I used to love the market. Well, it probably helped that I had money; I understand that now. But you know, silly as it may seem, I often brought my boyfriends here as a way of courting them. I loved to show them how much I was able to spend for the two of us!" She chuckled, feeling for her purse and failing to find it at her hip. When she looked closer, she realized her wardrobe was ill-suited for public fraternization. "Ah, but you know... I've never visited the market with another girl before."

The nun therapist was cautious of the group ogling the two of them... It was hard not to take note of the legless dress that Guyld had given her and even harder to ignore the noblewoman wearing a mostly deteriorated set of a paladin's ill-fitting tunic and slacks. "Ah, of course. Those courting you would have been young men. Any attendants who were with you would have been male as well, for the purpose of safe-guarding you. Of course, the town was a bit more dangerous those days. The demon lord's soldiers were everywhere and the people were restless-"

"Pish tosh! Enough about the olden days. There is a pretty girl who I've yet to show any charity today, despite how much she deserves it. I think she deserves a gift as beautiful as she is~" The woman felt around for her purse again, this time just for theatrics, knowing what the result would be. "Oh dear... I seem to have misplaced it."

"W-We ought to hurry back to your mansion, you can grab some money there-"

"No, Lenore... I think there's another gift we both desire for one another, isn't there? Let's have a little... girl's gift exchange." The married woman, at least ten year's Lenore's elder, began to caress the other girl's cheek with one hand beneath the feathered locks of her raven-black, easterner's hair. "And today, I don't care who sees it~"

"M-Mrs. St. Vendigeld," Lenore babbled, emphasizing the 'missus,' "I feel compelled to remind you that we are in a public place and that, furthermore, your husband is due to return from his trip by carriage, which could take him just by the town square-" Lenore's patient cut her off by pulling the other woman close, trapping Lenore's wringing hands against her abdomen, pressing the hands between each woman's belly. The ruby red lips of the patron of the church locked atop the church's therapist's, followed quickly by tongue. The therapist's fingers pressed into the softness of the other girl's waist, trying only for a moment to push her off... though she still, feebly, attempted to shrug her shoulders back and away. Even once she had a moment's breath, she had no time to relax... The paladin's clothes were worsening again, probably because their wearer had become pretty darn randy again. "Your clothes, ma'am! Your clothes!"

Seeing the opposition from her friend, Guyld leaned fully back upon the stall behind her and brushed away a line of makeshift pendants that the annoyed shopkeeper had arranged. "Then I guess you'd better cover me~"

Lenore found herself pulled atop her friend/ therapy subject/ guilty love interest, covering Guyld's body as the last scraps of the paladin's gear vanished. Guyld III had been correct: the only thing hiding her friend's nakedness now was her own body. "I... I'll help, then," Lenore agreed, pressing both hands eagerly over the puffy, pink nipples of her friend. The gesture did nothing to make the scene any less erotic, as she began kneading the soft surface of the other woman's breasts with her palms and fingers. "Milady, I can't believe I've gotten you into this mess...." The therapist gasped out her words between breaths as she willingly accepted the married woman's kisses.

The onlookers looked more closely and more boldly, each watching their neighbor to confirm it was socially acceptable to keep observing, as Guyld III reached both hands behind Lenore to firmly grip the swell of the attractive younger woman's buttocks on each side. "If you're that concerned, then take responsibility~"

Lenore gasped as she felt the back cloth of the dress lifted up, exposing her bare ass and pussy to the onlookers. "W-Wait!" She ought to have realized she was far beyond the point that she'd be able to keep the embarrassment of today's events under wraps, but somehow, having her nakedness displayed in this way felt like crossing a threshold, past the point of no return. Furthermore, she wasn't done being pulled from that comfort zone; as one of Guyld's hands rested upon her left buttock, the other began to lewdly stroke her undercarriage. Her ordinarily composed face glowed red with trembling lips, as she felt herself leaking in anticipation of the touch...

To mortify Lenore further, the green-haired woman raised her pinched fingers and then spread them apart, allowing droplets of moisture to fall. "Really now... How long have we both known we wanted this? What kept us from it? Society's rules? The difference in class? The doctor/patient relationship?"

"... The marriage," Lenore moaned, craning her head up as an unwelcome sight approached from the wide road running inside and outside of the town of Merridan...