Look for your friends

Although your desire for release is strong, your desire to ensure the safety of your friends is stronger. Besides, these are serving wenches, not whores. You remind yourself. But your eyes still linger a little longer than intended at the shapely ass of a nubile blond while passing her.

She glances at you and gives you a knowing smirk. "I haven't seen you around here before sugar. Can little Maisy help you with something?" She asks while holding a tray in one hand and expertly replacing empty tankards and setting out plates of food for some of her guests.

You notice her sweet young voice has a strong foreign accent you've never heard before. But it is far from unpleasant. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Combined with the twinkle in her eyes and the unspoken promise in her playful smile, you feel as if your very soul were being drawn into her. Perhaps the most alarming thing you notice is the fact that non of this bothers you in the slightest.

If you didnt have the unwavering sense of impending doom that caused the intense desire to find your friends, you dont doubt that you would gleefully succumb to your desires and taste her foreign fruits for yourself.

All of these thoughts and feelings blaze through your head in an instant, but it still takes great effort for you to avert your gaze from the exotic beauty. As you finally pull your eyes free you think perhaps that her smile turned into a frown, and for a split second, did her eyes adopt the cold steel gaze you think you noticed?

The look sent a chill down your spine akin to the chill your veteran instincts give you to warn of bloodlust. You hope it was all in your head. You sure seem to be unusually skiddish tonight.

With that, you hasten your way towards...