It's a deal. For now.

You give Lis the go ahead and she kisses you in delight. "Don't worry daddy, I'll take care of you. Just don't do this to any more girls, I'm trying to keep you out of trouble" she says, rubbing her belly. The next day you get a little money together for Lisandra's plan and she heads off to her room apparently to write letters to some old contacts of hers. Lis told you that she had been trained in the arts of a courtesan by an experienced woman of the profession, one out of a loosely-connected group. "If anyone knows some quality girls for you to practice with, it's them" she said. You've never seen her act so giddy and excited. Maybe she's happy to finally have some kind of purpose and a goal?

A few weeks later, a little ways into your post-coital pillow-talk, Lis gets out of bed to grab some letters. You watch her naked ass sway as she goes, feeling proud and satisfied. A few minutes later she walks back in with a handful of letters, held out in front of her slightly bulging tummy. "I have mail from the mistresses. They have a few candidates who fit the role. I'll let you choose which, if any, sound like someone you want to see." She hands the letters to you and holds a candle nearby to help you read.

The first letter comes from Lusitania. It's written in the language of the church, the lingua-franca of your continent, so you are able to read it. It tells of a young woman, aged 19 summers, named Lianor. The letter describes her as being a petite woman, energetic with a vibrant and warm personality. It emphasizes that she is very highly sought-after, being one of the relatively few natural blondes in her country.

The second comes from the marshes of Frisia. Your Frisian isn't spectacular, nor is the writer's Almain, but they're close enough that you're able to make out the most important points. It details a young redheaded woman of 20 years named Rikiza. She is said to be, put in rather frank terms, a "big-titted, large-arsed wench" (if you're translating correctly) who "gets along with the boys like she was one of them". You judge that must mean she is a curvaceous girl with a boisterous personality. She has apparently found many short-term clients and has earned a good reputation as a courtesan suited to a specific taste.

The third letter is from the Grand Duchy, a wild land northeast of your kingdom and a neighbor of the Confederation. Because it is so involved with the Confederation, in not only trade but also diplomacy and warfare (the relations between the two has varied drastically depending on the High Lord of the time), you have learned a basic grasp of their tongue. A woman named Sylwia, age 18, is the subject. She is said to be a tall, willowy, brunette girl who is graceful and polite. She has finished her training, but has yet to find either a client or a dedicated lover.

You read through the letters a few times in the low light, straining your eyes. Lis sits next to you, head on your shoulder. She has grabbed your free hand, putting it on her taught stomach. "What do you think my little papa?"