He wants to offer her a new position, with one string attached...

"It's a two-part request. Aaah... To begin, you're already on the family payroll, but I'd like to offer you something more. I'd hardly say you're in a position to refuse this offer either. Simply put, I want you to wind down your work outside of what's necessary for the church and become our... 'live-in therapist.' For Guyld's health, you understand?" The man's eyes smiled with some mixture of mischievousness and excitement behind his round glasses. "I can't be around all the time and it's clear how much more jolly my dear wife feels when you're around. Shakes the melancholy right off of her! She's always been prone to melancholy, my wife. Makes a chap a bit envious how well you do at it, really, but that's why you're the therapist, I suppose!"

"Ha... ha... Yes." Lenore croaked out the words, still half convinced that shadowy, top-hat wearing fellow who'd been driving the carriage was going to produce a crossbow and shoot her through the forehead. The man's words, despite how comforting he intended them to be, felt so surreal that she couldn't suspect each and every one of them of hiding some ill intent. "I'd be happy to live!" She shook her head and corrected herself. "As your... As your wife's live-in... therapist, of course!"

"Splendid! Then we've crossed the first bridge with no trouble at all. This is a magnificent favor for my wife, you have no idea... I imagine that the ripple effect from curing her ill humor will be magnificent, meaning that you've really done a service to all of Merridan with your acceptance of this proposal." The man approached again and pressed one hand to the shoulder of his wife's dress... which was on his therapist. "There is still the matter of part two, however."

The therapist lowered her eyebrows over her narrow eyes and watched the road. She had a feeling something awkward was coming next.

Behind his glasses, the husband's eyes gazed upon the other lady's young, exotically attractive body in spite of the man's attempts to be a noble gentleman. "Ah, well... How should I put this... A younger woman, nun of the church... Pretty easterner such as yourself, spending so much time behind a locked door with one's wife... the, ehm, erotic massages and all... All of this woman-on-woman skinship... I did say I was 'hip-with-it,' didn't I, Lenore?"

"Yes, Mr. St. V- I mean... Jules."

"Yes, well. Right. I'm quite 'hip-with-it,'" he repeated, backing off a slight distance and adjusting his coat over the front of his trousers, while waving one finger in a circular motion above his head to distract the others from the gesture. "Totally approving. It's just, you understand... I feel a bit... excluded."

"Mr. St. Vendigeld," Lenore sighed, bowing her head again with an awkward frown. "I apologize, but if you're asking me to... to do the same with you, you must know that I have no inclination towards-"

Suddenly, the other man was on his knees, grabbing at the other lady's skirt and tugging on it like a beggar. "Noooo, Lenore, please! Think of what you're doing to me! I'm 'hip-with-it,' dammit I am, but to imagine an erotic eastern doctor and my hot wife behind clothes doors massaging each other, do you think I don't want to be a part of that?! Y-You don't have to... you know... nothing with my, ehm, parts you may find questionable. Nothing like that! But I've seen literature, so much literature, from foreign lands, detailing how... Here, I'll show you!" Eagerly, the man began rummaging through his pockets, producing several unusual manuals, many in foreign languages, which were quickly identifiable as guides towards satisfying sex. "Three! Positions with three, sometimes a man and two women! For-For instance, look, look at this one...!"

Lenore's eyes widened at the ridiculous sight of the nobleman waving smut literature in her face, but entertained his request all the same. Together, the two of them began to look through the booklets, while peasants gathered around and peered over their shoulders.

"Look, see! I simply put my, ahem, questionable parts there... yes, in the back, see?! A-And then you take the other side! And then, and then, you can switch it up this way! Ah, look, this one seems divine! You lay on the bottom and she on the top and me above her and then I just oooooooh, gush, sploooooosh all over her! And this one, can you imagine?! I'd be like squiiiiish spoosh spoosh and you'd be like aaaaaaaaah splish splish!" Jules St. Vendigeld illustrated his thoughts by using his dapper, gloved hands like finger puppets, jamming them together in lewd fashion. "That sounds perfect, doesn't it?! I'd be like aaaaaaw, yeeeeeah, I'm so 'with-it' I'm letting my wife bang this hot easterner, yeeeeah, fuck, that's hoooot!"

The therapist smiled, feeling more awkward than she ever had in her life, while nodding slightly to humor the gentleman, who had clearly given this a lot of thought over his various travels. Was this how he kept faithful to his wife... by fantasizing about threesomes with his wife and younger women? Noticing that Guyld was now hovering over them, nude, watching over their shoulders, she thanked her lucky stars that Guyld III had gotten more in touch with her charitable side, or else, she might have divorced her husband out of sheer, moralistic shock. "I... um... no promises, but-"

"No, no! I need promises, pleeeease!" the man begged, now imitating her prostrate gesture from earlier. "Say you'll just try two or three of them! No, even just one! Just try one, pleasepleasepleeeeeease!"

"It does sound like an awful lot of fun, Lenore," Guyld encouraged her therapist, smiling sweetly and bashing her long eyelashes. "The man is really begging you! Isn't this the time to demonstrate the very soul of charity...?"