Henry gets a new plan

Jean looked down at the small pouches of coins that were now clutched in her hands. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but she knew it was the only way to repay the Knights of Favonius.

"I hope you're satisfied," she said, her voice shaking with anger and humiliation. "I've never been more degraded in my life."

Henry chuckled, taking her arm and leading her towards the exit. "Oh, but you haven't seen anything yet," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Jean's heart raced as she followed him out of the tavern, her mind reeling with the events that had just transpired. She couldn't believe she had let herself be so degraded and used for money, but the thought of the Knights of Favonius and the debt she owed kept her moving forward.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Jean couldn't help but shiver. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional passerby who cast curious glances in her direction. Jean knew she must have looked a sight, her body still damp with the remnants of the men's release.

Henry led her down a narrow alleyway, his grip on her arm tight. "Where are we going?" Jean asked, her voice trembling with fear.

"I'll give you 83,000 mora if you agree to be tied up in public for many people," Henry replied, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

Jean's heart sank. She knew this was another degrading task he had in store for her, but she also knew she had ****. The Knights of Favonius were counting on her to repay their debt.

"Very well," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But I want it to be over quickly."

Henry nodded, his eyes fixed on the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. They walked briskly through the streets, heads down against the chill of the night air. As they approached the fountain, Jean could feel the eyes of the passersby on her, their gazes raking over her naked body. She felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her, but she **** herself to keep walking.

Henry led her to the edge of the fountain and produced a length of rope from his pocket.

He tied her up hanging on a street lamp with her legs spread apart and her hands over her head. The cold metal of the lamp post dug into her skin, and the rope bit into her wrists and ankles. The night air was chilly, and Jean could feel her nipples harden as they rubbed against the rough fabric of the rope.

As Henry stepped back to admire his work, a small crowd began to gather around them. Some of them were laughing, others were whistling and clapping. Jean felt her face flush with embarrassment and shame.

She could feel the cold metal of the lamp post digging into her skin, and the rope biting into her wrists and ankles. Her body was on display for all to see, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took.

As the crowd around her grew, Henry stepped forward, his face twisted into a wicked grin. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice carrying through the silence of the night. "I present to you Jean, the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. She has agreed to do whatever we want, for free."

There was a murmur of excitement from the crowd as they began to gather around Jean, their eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her naked body. Some of them reached out to touch her, running their hands over her smooth skin, while others pulled out their cocks, ready to take advantage of the situation.

Jean's heart raced as she felt the first wave of arousal wash over her. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. Her body responded to the stimulation, her nipples hardening even more and her pussy dripping with desire.

As the men began to take turns fucking her, Jean closed her eyes and tried to block out the sensations. She focused on the sound of the crowd, hoping it would drown out the grunts and moans of the men who were using her body.

One after another, they entered her, their cocks sliding in and out of her tight pussy. Jean could feel the warmth of their cum filling her up, making her feel even more degraded and used. But still, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal as she was taken by these strangers.

Time seemed to stand still as Jean was subjected to this humiliating ordeal. She couldn't remember how long she had been hanging there, her body on display for all to see. But suddenly, she felt the ropes loosening around her wrists and ankles.

"Time's up," Henry said with a smirk, cutting Jean down from the lamp post. "You've done well. Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Jean didn't respond, still trying to process the events that had just transpired. She allowed Henry to lead her through the winding streets of Mondstadt, her legs trembling with exhaustion and arousal.

They finally reached the manor, where Jean was ushered into a large, ornate bathroom. Henry followed close behind, his eyes never leaving her body. "You did well tonight," he said, his voice low and husky. "But there's still one more repayed for you to complete."