I won't push her. She can stay if she wants.

Delilah looks a little nervous. “Yeah, but–”

As Delilah falters, you realize you shouldn’t **** her into doing something she doesn’t want to do, especially if she’s so unsure about it. “If you don’t think you should go, I’ll leave you be.”

Thalia perks at your sudden change of direction, but when she opens her mouth to protest, she quickly shuts it. “Then it’s settled. You escort me to the Drunken Wolf and play the guitar for me?”

“Yes,” you tell Thalia. “We can work out a payment when we get there, but until then, perhaps we should just get used to each other and practice so we don’t make any major mistakes.”]

“Yeah. That would be embarrassing. When do you want to head out?”

“Tomorrow morning unless you think otherwise.”

Thalia looks away outside as the weather becomes less pleasant. The snow melted in the daytime, but it wasn’t ideal traveling weather. “Tomorrow at noon. No need to put each other in a rush,” she clears her throat, now regarding Delilah. “Would you mind if I stole Warren for the rest of the night so we can practice? I don’t mean to butt in or anything.”

Delilah blinks and then laughs. “No. Go ahead. It sounds like you need him more than I am currently.”

“You sure?”

Delilah waves her hand. “Of course, of course. I’ve felt better these last few days. Make sure you guys nail the rehearsal.”

“Thanks, Delilah?” Thalia bows slightly and then pack away the sheet music and the guitar. She looks at you and smiles. “I’ll be in my room when you’re ready.”

“Sure,” you tell Thalia, watching her lazily as she strolls away. You wanted to talk to Delilah for a little bit, and she seemed keen on doing so too. “So, you don’t want to go? I thought you wanted to not long ago.”

Delilah shrugs and leans into the table. “It’s hard to get me to move when there’s actually a reason to. I love the holiday, but goddamn everything else that comes with it.”

The snow falls gently outside. The cold is joining it. You thought it was strange for someone like Delilah to have such a strong disdain for the weather, despite growing up on this side of the country. “I understand. Perhaps you should put on a small show for me when I come back?”

Her eyes leave the window and land on yours. She smiles friendly enough, but there’s a slight blush on her rosy cheeks that indicate she’s taken your suggestion closer to heart than you intended. “Would you like that?”

You think for a moment. Delilah is worth the hour of sleep you’d likely lose spending some time with her when you got back. “Of course, I would. I think you’re the best pianist I’ve met in my entire life. I want to hear everything you can do.”

A harder blush invades her cheeks. “I hardly doubt I’m the best pianist you know.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Everything I’ve heard you play has been incredible,” you look at her and try to read what is in her mind but can’t. “I’m going to see Thalia. Have a good night.”

“Mm~ have a good night, Warren. Stay safe out there.”

…

…

Thalia answers the door and invites you inside. She’s still wearing the skirt she had on her on earlier, but has taken off her jacket, revealing a white polo— now giving her an almost preppy look.

Her resemblance to Delilah is enforced somewhat, but more petite and tighter around the chest area. When she talks; however, you find it to be deeper and more strangled-like; almost as though she’s just gotten out of bed. You find this odd considering what she sounds like when singing.

You rehearse the song a few more times and go over some of the details of your transportation plan. You recommended using horses, but Thalia suggests using a coach. When you mention there aren’t any coaches leaving, she produces a pamphlet that contradicts your observations.

Tomorrow, at 2:30, a coach is leaving the town towards Highlight. You couldn’t recall such luxuries before, but when you study the slip of paper closer, you realize the company provides these services for travelers looking to leave. This was your first winter here. During warmer months, caravans were standard.

When it comes to your payment, you decide 500 dollars would be fine. This didn’t sound particularly dangerous, and Thalia had no intentions of returning to Tiny’s Tavern. This would be a one-way trip with no dangers in sight. Nonetheless, it would have been easy for you to gouge the price. In addition, Thalia was unfamiliar with the process of hiring a contractor and the standard rates.

In fact, the more to spoke to Thalia, the more you realized how awkward she was around the business of contract work and what was happening. You could have poked deeper into her situation, but she decided to close in for the night…

…back in your room, you find Arabella tucked away in the sheets. You undress and crawl into the bed with her. Arabella rolls around and grunts slightly. Your mind is busy and far from being clear, but you find sleep easily as the fox girl coils around you for more warmth. It was like having a dog lay between your legs, but more intrusive.

In the morning, however, Arabella has herself practically on top of you. Her top nearly falling off, her legs around yours, her mouth close pressed against your neck.

You’re sweaty and surprised to find that much of your body heat has mingled. “Arabella,” you groan and push her off. “Wake up.”

“Mm?” She hugs you, refusing to listen in her slumber. “Mmm~…”

A strange sensation goes over you as you realize you’re rock-hard. The morning light is lazy and blue as it tries to spill through the blinds of your room. A wild scent escapes Arabella’s hair as you lay in bed. It's a musky-pine smell gives her an exciting characteristic.

Now that you’ve stopped moving, she smacks her lips and rubs her legs against yours, wrapping more firmly around you. Her knees brush against your morning wood, and her hands bypass your shirt, soaking in the heat it’s searching for.

You couldn’t see Arabella’s face that well in the light, but your mind was floating in indecent directions as it recalled the interactions with Delilah the day before. You hadn’t had a sexual release as often as before, and Arabella was never too far from you…

Delilah could quickly put out, but you had a feeling Arabella would whore herself for your needs much more accessible than your current girlfriend. Your cock bounces in agreement. This was dangerous…