Mira leaves, dressed.

She expected a dress that only a whore would use, but instead found a serviceable peasant dress, sturdy and modest. It even came with boots. She didn't have any trouble dressing it up, except for the tie on her back, that the guard helped her with.

"I will come back" She says to herself, promising to save the ones she was leaving behind, but the other guard answers with a snicker "Already eager for more? you can go upstairs and beg"

Mira twists the sword in her hand and points the tip at him, threatening. for a moment she felt like cutting him down, a minion of Marus certainly did a great deal of **** and ****. But she had a good look at him and recognized the face "Count Oscar?" another of her suitors, a cruel man that intended to **** her uncle, the king, into marrying her to his son. It was a plot that could even have worked, if he hadnt tried to over reach and **** himself on the blossoming noblewoman. As it was, his actions were enough to be banished.

"So the tramp remembers me. Are you going to use that?" He appears nonchalant, but Mira saw past his ruse, and kept the sword there, threatening. "Do you think Marus will avenge you?" They both knew he wouldnt.

"Fuck you" he said, but before Mira could do anything, the young and noble Aramis stepped between them. "Calm down, Mira... he is just trying to get under your skin. It is already late morning, we need to hurry if we want to get anywhere today."

Mira accepted his words and left the room, with Aramis in tow. She felt miserable and confused, but stood proud whenever she felt eyes on her. She couldn't let them know what she did, but how could she stop it? Fear was one of her greatest weapon, how would she ever make them fear a cocksucker?

In the courtyard her nightmares were again made flesh. A woman was being molested in public, in front of the other captives, held by two men while a third fucked her from behind at a frantic pace. She was putting a struggle, wailing her sorrows. Mira didn't even think she should succor her, she just wanted to leave the castle as fast as possible. Why didn't she struggle like that when it came to servicing the incubus? She had given her word, and she had to please him fast, but these excuses now sounded hollow.

"Stop that! put her back with the others!" Aramis barked the order, loud and clear, and to Mira's amazement they did obey him. She looked at him, and he explained "There was no reason for you to see that."

"But they will continue later" she asked numbly

"Yes, i fear they will" He agreed. "Goddess have mercy on their souls"

They walked for many hours, the track was a **** for the stiff paladin, but by willpower alone she persevered. They left the castle behind, and the forces gathered around it. Mira felt herself being watched many times, but nothing attacked them. her thoughts ranged from the murderous to the suicidal, and she suffered them in silence.

"There is an Inn up ahead. We should take room" it surprised Mira to hear of something surviving so close to Marus lands, but once they came closer the truth became clear. The 'Inn' was in fact a roadside brothel, bearing Marus' sigil and protection. The place was packed with patrons, not a few certainly soldiers in Marus' army. She felt many eyes on her as she stepped inside, she was no stranger of the lust of men, but without her armor in that situation she felt naked. Aramis stepped past her and greeted the matron

"One room, for the night, Mirela" He says with a jovial smile, answered in kind

"It isnt like you to bring wine from home. But you know the house rules" The matron was a middle aged brunette, a beauty that lost none of her attractiveness with the passing years. She had a curvaceous body that only got more prominent with the daring dress she wore, with her breasts being pressed up, a squeeze away from pumping out.

"She isnt to be harmed, by Marus word" Mira doubted it would be as simple. her hand gripped the hilt, but it felt... inadequate. **** would make them bold, and soon.

"A pox on his words, you know the rules. If a woman wants to sleep in this house, she must pay the whore's coin. " Mirella quoted something ancient.

"She is a virgin" Aramis looked so tall and gallant. Despite having sold his soul to the devil, he still appears to remain the same pure person. It felt strange, but didnt this imply that someone could surrender to these passions and remain... good?

"Then she can stay for a month with how much she will earn. Or she can sleep in the stable, but she better be really good with that sword if she wants to wake a virgin tomorrow."

"She wont need to do anything. I will pay the price" Mira was dumbstruck, did he really just offer...?!?!

"You? Dear Aramis, i never though you a fag. I guess some patrons wouldnt mind buggering a hairy ass, goddess know some of them do" She had a cruel laugh, and seemed delighted with the idea, but the knight took a step closer and grabbed the whore in his arms. Aramis kissed her passionately, and Mira could see the whore's resolution melting away in the virile arms of the young husk.

"I pick my clients, Mirella. And I pick you" Mirella glanced towards Mira, and asks "wont your girlfriend be jealous?" Mira felt something strange burning in her chest as she saw her guardian sacrificing himself to pay her room "I am done playing with girls and girlfriends. I want a real woman tonight" it felt like a dagger being twisted on her chest. Mira almost fumble when Mirella toss her a key