Let her give you a massage

While your animalistic side already starts planning on the eventual ending, where you would be inside her, the more logical part of you wonders whether her skill is good enough on its own. "Do you have everything to give me the massage?"

"Um, do you really want me to give you a massage?"

"Yes, Gretha. Otherwise I would have spread your legs," you say in a droll manner, wondering if you should listen more to your animalistic side even though you're a king. "Or are you lying to me and spreading your legs is all you know? I can change my mind if you want."

"No.. no! I'll go get the items. Please wait," she says before running out.

You relax in the room, unconcerned if she would take the chance to run away. It's not your lose if she does that. Your trust is rewarded when she appears fifteen minutes later. "I'm ready, My Lord," Gretha says as she hands you a towel. "It's easier to massage if you take off the cloth and wear the towel,"

Even though you suspect her of trying to seduce you, you have no problem fulfilling her request. "What now?"

"My Lord, if you will lie face down on the bed, I can start,"

You did as she was told, and soon Gretha was massaging your back. The feeling of her fingers was exciting you, but Gretha didn't seem to notice as she worked from your shoulder down to your feet. Surprisingly, her massage was quite good. Certainly enough for her to become a masseuse instead of a whore; maybe she could dabble with both?

"I'm done with your back, My Lord. Would you allow me to massage your front?"

"Certainly," you say as you turn on your back.

Gretha's eyes drifted at the big bump around your crotch area before she started massaging your shoulders down to your chest, ending at your toes. "I've finished, My Lord."