Time to leave

They soaked in the hot water for a while before they got out of the tub. Milla handed Arn a towel, and they wiped themselves dry.

Arn immediately began putting his clothes back on. His arousal had abated, and his guilt returned with a vengeance. What in the nine hells was he doing here? He should be out looking for Larissa. Instead, he wasted precious time cheating on her with some tavern harlot in a fucking bathtub. Why couldn't he just keep his cock in his trousers?

Milla sat down naked on her bed and smiled at him, ”So you're finally off then?” she asked, ”Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer? I stole a few bottles of lovely Lydian wine from the tavern the other day. I can't drink them all by myself and...”

”No,” Arn bluntly cut her off.

He opened his pouch and counted a few coins and held them out in his hand for her.

”What is that, darling?” she asked with a curious expression.

”It's gold. I assume you want to get paid.”

”I see,” Milla frowned. Her voice was suddenly hard and cold. ”You know how to make a girl feel special, don't you? Now, why would you assume that I want gold? Just what do you think this was?”

”Well, you are a whore aren't you?”

Arn regretted his words the moment they left his mouth.

”Well...”, Milla looked down at her feet and stayed silent for some time” ... Yes”, she added quietly. She wrapped an arm around her breasts and pulled her legs up, suddenly covering her naked body. ”But that's not why I brought you here. I just liked you, that's all. And I thought...”

Arn just stood there with his arm still stretched out, feeling terribly stupid. ”Look, Milla, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...”, he said and reached out for her.

She pushed his hand away, ”Just go,” she spat, ”You can leave the money on the table. And let's see... two fucks, a suck, bath, breakfast, and information – you owe me at least twice as much.”

Arn sighed and left a generous pile of coin on the table next to their half eaten breakfast.

He was half through the door when Milla spoke again.,”Is she alive?” she asked.

Arn turned half around and glanced back at her, ”Who?”

”That woman in your dreams. Larissa.”

”As far as I know. Though I haven't seen her for some time.”

”Do you love her?”

Arn thought about that for a moment. He supposed he did, ”Suppose I do,” he said.

”Good,” she said with a faint smile, ”Will you treat her right when you find her?”

”I will,” Arn said and walked out the door.