Negotiate.

“Every other.” Teija countered, causing the warrior to glance at her surprised. “Once Sofia figures out you fucked me, she's going to want the same terms. I can't spend all my time getting fucked, so you'll have to meet me halfway. Every other, final offer, or find someone else to pay you.” The nearly naked priestess, said firmly.

“Agreed.” The man nodded, buckling his armor back on and heading out of her room.

Teija closed her eyes in frustration. The sex had been good, fantastic even, but she was trying not to be hindered by it. She didn't want to be consumed by her submissive nature. What was done was done however, and what she wanted right then, was sleep. So the beautiful woman closed her eyes, and within minutes slipped into repose.

The next morning Teija awoke, and found her clothing in shambles. With a sigh, she threw her bra to the wayside, and tied her shirt beneath her huge tits. The priestess bit her lip annoyed at not having any panties, as she grudgingly pulled her pants up.

Heading downstairs, she found the wenches hard at work cleaning up the bar, after last nights festivities. One of them was a gorgeous blond girl who couldn't be more than twenty, wearing a short black dress, that showed off her huge breasts to the point of being almost obscene. Thin black strings crisscrossed her cleavage, and strained to prevent her over developed mountains from bursting free.

Blushing softly, Teija approached the young woman, and touched her arm gently to get her attention. “Pardon, do you, have a shirt I could buy from you.”

The girl looked at her surprised for a moment, and then nodded. “Rough night in the brothel?” The blond asked pleasantly.

“Brothel?” Teija asked shocked.

“Third floor is dedicated to it. Guess you didn't pay for sex last night, not that you would need to.” The girl giggled. “Baths are down the hall,” She pointed. “I'll bring you a dress.”

“I'd prefer a shirt.” Teija winced, not wanting to offend the girl who was helping her.

“Gunther prefers us to wear dresses, and show off, but I'll see what I can do.” The blond frowned apologetically

With a nod, the priestess went to the baths, and spent a long time, getting nice and clean. While she was toweling off, the blond came by and handed her a small pile of clothing. Teija accepted them and pressed a coin into the girl's hand. “I didn't get your name.”

“Julie.” The girl smiled, and curtseyed.

“Thank you.” She smiled, as the blond nodded and headed back to work.

Teija was pleased to find a lacy white thong, that matched the long white skirt she had been given. Ignoring the skirt she put the undergarment on, followed by her pants and boots. Next she donned the red shirt. The shirt was almost like a halter top, with a thin strap that looped around the back of her neck, but it had a fancy cut, that had it taper down toward her pelvis, covering her cute navel. Most of her back was exposed, as well as a large amount of her cleavage, thanks to the v neck. The top wasn't meant to have a bra, which left her twins unrestrained. Still it was better then the ripped shirt she had, and she had underwear, which was a bonus.

Heading back to her room, the priestess spent an hour in mediation, clearing and purifying her mind. When she was done, she spent the next two hours reading the books she had brought back. Most of them were completely useless, while a few had interesting tidbits. Before she could really find anything of interest, she felt the pangs of hunger.

Heading downstairs to get breakfast, she passed Killian heading up to his room. His armor was gone, and instead he wore brown breeches, brown leather boots, and one sword on his belt. His scarred, and muscular torsos was revealed in all its glory, as well as his handsome face. That body, so rough, and dominating sent a shudder through her, causing her to blush.

He grinned seeing her reaction, his blue eyes staring deep into her soul. Suppressing the shudder as best she could, she wordlessly continued past him to the ground floor, her huge tits bouncing cheerfully the whole way. The bar was now clean, and a crowd had formed to eat breakfast. The gaming area was mostly desolate, as most of the patrons were more interested in food and drink that morning.

Sofia sat at the bar, drinking from a mug, a plate before her, that had already been finished. Apparently she had showed up some time ago. Walking over, she sat next to the busty pugilist, and smiled at her.

“Wow, nice shirt.” Sofia teased.