Lady Annalise, 18, daughter of a duke

When her father was summoned to attend the council, Annalise hadn't expected him to suggest that she should accompany him. But of course she hadn't hesitated as she wanted to see Breve herself. They had to travel for over a month to get there and so, when they finally arrived, she had dropped into the bed of her chamber, sleeping for the rest of the day.

The next morning, she asked her father if she was allowed to go out for a while, which he had allowed under the condition that she didn't went too far away and espacially not near the harbor, where many establishments of dubious reputation were.

A hour later, dressed approbiatly, her red hair braided by her maid, she had strolled over the market, examining exotic good stands, wondering about strange fruits, which smell much better than they looked. Finally, she stopped in front of a small stand, in a corner of the market place. An old lady was selling small vials with colorful liquids in them.

"Oh, a customer," she said and mustered Annalise. "What can I offer you?"

"I ... I don't know?" she responded and tried to read some of the labels on the vials. "Those are magic potions, right?"

"Very right," the lady said. She reached for Annalise's hand and moved them off some vials with a pinkish liquid. "Better not those, young lady," she said with a smirk. "You might loose your clever head for a while."

"Sorry," Annalise said. "I ... I really not know what I could use?"

"No strong knight to warm your bed? I have some potions who will make him ready all night."

Annalise blushed and shook her head.

"No man?" the woman mustered again. "What about a maid being more than just a maid? This one, dripped on a woman's nipple, would make them extremly sensible."

Annalise could feel the heat shoot even more in her head.

"Well, well," the woman said. "Seems I have a rather innocent exemplar of a noble lady in front of me. But I worry you will face many temptations. And not every man might play with open cards. You could find yourself in someone's bed room rather quick."

"I ... I don't ..."

The old woman smiled. "Trust me, young lady, you won't be the first innocent lady seduced in this city. But no worry, I have the perfect little potion for you, so you can enjoy that dirty site of yours. Trust me, it won't take many days. Especially as beautiful as you." She reached into a large box full of vials and pulled one out, before reaching it Annalise.

"What does it?" Annalise asked.

"Drink it after a man came in you," the woman said, giving her a knowing look. "Well, if a man came in your pussy. It will prevent pregnancies if taken at latest a day after the sex."

"I ... I don't think I will need this ...," Annalise stammered.

"Trust me, my child," the woman said. "I know you will. And if you need some more, you can meet me here at market day or in my little store near the harbor stairs."

While they had talked, another woman had stepped up next to Annalise. It was clear that she had picked up at least the last bits of the talk, something which made Annalise feel really caught doing something wrong.

"Ezrel," the woman said. "I need seven more for the week. And one of the blue vials for my friend, the bishop."

The potion lady gave Annalise a wink and then fully turned her attention to serve the second lady, a moment Annalise used to tell her thank you and quickly rush away.

Her heart was pounding as she was back at the city house, she and her father were living at. Only then she noticed the little vial, which she still held in her hand.

"Ah, there you are," suddenly her father said from the floor above. "I was about to send Georg to look for you. Everything alright?"

"Yes, father," Annalise responded and let the vial slip into a pocket of her dress.

"Great," her father said and came down the stairs. "I recieved an invitation. The ambassador from the Southern Islands is hosting a party in the evening. I already told Sasha to prepare some clothing for you. It will be a warm evening, so dress not too much."