Laoda takes you back to her tent.

Laoda leads you and the still bristling Ceno out of the command tent and into her personal tent. Surprisingly, right in the middle of this war-camp the woman had set up a small makeshift shrine to Aphrodite. The very first thing you see upon entering the tent is a nude statue of the goddess running her hands through her hair and arching her back while kneeling in the mouth of a clam. The sculptor appears to have captured the exact moment of climax in the goddess' face and you can feel the heat in your loins as you stop to admire the perfect female body.

You follow Laoda past the alter towards the back of the tent, and through a hanging curtain into her bed chamber. The small area is set up in much the same way as your tent, with a large bed meant to hold multiple people on one side and a place to change clothes on the other; the major difference being that yours is equipped for war, with a stand for your armor and another rack to keep your swords and spears close at hand while Laoda’s is a pleasure tent. The other difference is the number of privacy screens in Laoda's tent, which is certainly understandable. You aren’t as concerned about people walking in on you having sex back at the Accorian camp as this beautiful priestess must be in a camp surrounded by pent-up men, many of whom seem to be more interested in claiming the women of Athenapolis than any sense of moral justice.

Laoda makes her way over to her dresser, pulls out a bottle of wine, pours herself a glass, and gulps it down. Clearly, you aren’t the only ones who've had their nerves frayed. After setting down her empty glass with a light click, the priestess takes in a deep cleansing breath and exhales slowly, “Oh, that feels so much better.” You aren’t sure what she just drank, but given the Daughter’s heavy use drugs and hallucinogens, you aren’t about to ask to share.

After Laoda recomposes herself she sits with you and Ceno on her bed and closes the privacy curtain around you. “Here, let me set up a quiet place where you can talk. The charms around the tent should keep any noise you make from traveling too far.”

From inside the luxurious bed, the first thing you notice is that enveloping curtains are awfully shear. “Won’t people still see us?” you ask her.

“Just a moment.” Laoda dips three of her delicate fingers into a bronze bowl filled with jewels, sifting through the colored gemstones looking for a particular jewel. She selects a dark red garnet the size of the tip of her finger from the bowl and places between the breasts of a smaller figuring of her goddess where it sits perfectly in a cleverly carved depression. Suddenly a pair of female silhouettes appear on the curtain and you watch in stunned silence as the larger of the women sensually undresses her petite companion.

Yours and Ceno’s eyes widen as two beautiful women seem to materialize behind the curtain. “What sort of magic is this?” you ask Laoda feeling at the same time a little confused and also a bit aroused.

“It’s just an illusion spell.” Laoda answers with a coy smile, “I find that people are less likely to barge in on you when you’re occupied. If anyone enters now all they will see is two lesbians making love.

You turned back to the curtain and watch as the two shadow women start kissing and caressing each other. “Is that anyone we know?”

“The submissive one is me,” Laoda as she moves to a seat at her makeup desk, “The other is my mistress. I think this was my first time with a woman.”

“So, these are past events?” asks Ceno as he tries unsuccessfully to pull his eyes away from the beautiful shadows. You almost miss the young Prince's question as you become aware of the sound of lips kissing and a soft moan coming from the curtains.

Laoda smiles gently “I guess you could say that.” You cannot help but wonder if every gem in the bronze bowl is another one of these erotic memories. “Now, why don't you two stop gawking over my illusions, climb behind the curtains, and enjoy the real thing?”

You and Ceno both blush and turn to each other. Shortly after your eyes met, Ceno’s slide slowly down to where your dress barely covers you golden flesh taking in your beauty. He had been stealing glances ever since he saw you in the revealing garment, but until now had never been able to fully take it in. You smile at him lovingly and place a hand on your hips lifting your breasts until they strained against the bodice to make sure he gets a good look at your curves. “Well, my love?” you purr softly.

Ceno's hungry eyes trailed back up to yours. “Oh, by the gods I need you,” Ceno murmurs breathlessly as he takes you by the hand and pulls you fully behind the curtains.