Follow Ursula

You hate to admit it, but you find Ursula's draw to be irresistible. If you were able to resist pretty women, you wouldn't be here in the first place after all. You try to avoid looking at Eufemia as you walk after her mother, but you hear her slam the door angrily as she leaves. As you follow her, you see Ursula turn her head and smile at you, that same seductive smile she flashed at dinner. She need only look at you to get you hard; now that's a skill! At last she makes it to her chamber, which is apparently not shared with Maven, thank god. She curls her finger at you from the doorway, and you practically run in. "Mmmm, I'm glad you have good taste" she says in her sultry voice. Kinda mean to insult her daughter in a backhanded way like that, but it's a pretty strange situation altogether so you ignore it. She closes the distance between you and wraps her arms around you, kissing you. You can feel her soft, warm body through her dress as she presses up against you, even going so far as to throw one of her legs up around your waist. You are ashamed of the fact, but her ability way outclasses your own, so you try to sit back and enjoy, rather than get in the way, as she has her way with your face. After a minute or so she disengages and gives you some space. "I've had better. But as long as you don't disappoint elsewhere we won't have a problem." A woman of experience. It's a bit intimidating actually.

"I can tell you where the woman is, if you work for it" she says, licking her lips. Wait, this wasn't all about sex? "You know? Where is she?! And why tell me yourself, not Maven?" She sits down on the bed and sighs. "Well, to be honest, it's because I hate the man." Oh, the tragedy of an unhappy marriage. "He would probably lie to you anyways. I have nothing against you, so I have no reason to do the same. I think that he knows the Duke is getting tired of him, so he's probably trying to set something up with the king of Westlicherberg. Nowadays, ruining his plans has become my favorite pastime. Well, other than screwing the daylights out of the people he hates." Oh god, the ways she says thing just makes your balls ache. You still have your suspicions though. "If you hate him so much, why marry him in the first place?" She sighs again, even deeper, causing her heaving chest to jiggle. "I get it, you're worried this is some kind of trap by Maven. I don't blame you, he's just the kind of rat to do something like this, but it's not true. I don't have any proof, just my word. Take it or leave it" She says with cool confidence. You fold your arms, not risking it yet.

"If a story will convince you, I'll tell you a story. You're lucky I'm just that horny, you know? There was a time when I did love him. Maven wasn't always the snickering lump of backstabbing fat he is today. Back when I was a young girl, about Eufemia's age, Maven came through my little village. I was quite the local beauty at the time, in fact I was even a little famous for it. Back then he wasn't a Viscount yet, just an adviser to the Duke, but to me, a simple peasant girl, he may as well have been Emperor of Earth. Seeing him up there on his fine horse, an older, traveled man in the latest court fashion, connected to power and wealth...my heart just melted. He felt the same way for me, and before long we were married. A little later, Eufemia was on the way. For a while, we were happy. Then when he was made a Viscount, everything changed. He started to care more about gaining power and wealth than his family. The damned bastard even became ashamed of me, ME, because I wasn't high-born. I was a faithful wife for many years but... I can only do so much. One day he had some nobleman over, wanting I don't even remember what out of him. I had been unhappy for years at that point, but when I saw that man, a mere blur in my memory now, something took over. I seduced him, and had one of the best nights of my life. I remember screaming my hatred for Maven into the pillows as I came over and over." Ursula pauses for a moment, dreamy look on her face. "It became a habit after that. Are you satisfied now?" Hmm, quite a story. Not an easy one to make up, especially on the spot, nor would you expect someone like Maven to be so self-deprecating in his own fabrication even if it was for his own gain. But something still niggles away at you.

"If Maven is such a master of secrets, how do you get away with such things under his nose?" Ursula shrugs, palms out. "I honestly don't know. Maybe he's just blind to his immediate surroundings, maybe he's too self-adoring to think I could cheat on him, maybe he actually knows and gets off on it. Whatever the reason, he has never brought it up, nor have I heard of bad things happening to the men I've chosen. That's really all I can say about Maven. Are you done now? Because if so" she says, getting back on the bed and resting against the pillows, "you can start working for your information now." She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, exposing herself and her light brown carpet. Ursula was able to leave you lusting after her fully clothed; now actually seeing her half naked, exposing her minge between her two velvety thighs, you can barely contain yourself no matter how much you doubt her. She points to her area and sticks her tongue out, communicating perfectly clearly what she wants.