Read her a different chapter

You give the story a cursory scan.

Agnes heard their busy chatter long before she entered the clearing. Three hunch-backed sprites sat on tree trunks, bathed in the light of will-o-wisps and the forbearing moon.

The pulpy paper tells of a naive waif lured into debauchery by a group of Fey ruffians, her mind poisoned by their foul trickery as the monsters turn her to begging for their bestial cocks. You do not quite see the appeal – or indeed the difference to all the other illicit chapters – and so you are more than happy to read her another. Not that the next one is much better.

’As she shifted away, her lips touched his ear and her throaty moan sent him over the edge. A hand clasped his mouth. "Shhh," she whispered. But he tasted her juices. And thick ropes of semen still shot from his shaft; down to the road, down on the coach box, and all over her hand and all over his trousers. His devious passenger gingerly licked a single drop from her little finger, her face unreadable, and then wiped off her hand on his coat. She then brought both hands to bear against her own sex, ten fingers locked in a mesmerizing dance. Soon she moaned her own orgasm into his ear as he watched her juices flow freely from her convulsing hole.’

”Better,” The One-Eyed Captain says, but her face is flush and her hungry eyes have been trained on you all the while. ”So good.”

You have your own opinions on the prose and its legality, but you cannot deny the effect it had on her.

”You.” She rasps. ”Hard?”

Or on you. An awkward erection tents your pants and no amount of shifting lets you tame it. You move the open book to hide your crotch, your face as hot as hers. She laughs and you, at her prodding, sigh and rise to show her. The door opens just as you are about to cover your groin again.

”Sister!” A female shape steps into the room and immediately shuts the door behind her. ”And you, Sir, must be her First Officer! Right? She told me so much ‘bout you. Anyway, sis, you look dreadful and I came as fast as I could. I’m not interrupting or nothin’?” She smirks at the book in your lap.

The patient groans but she too eyes your attempts. ”Sister.” She coughs. ”Late.” Her weak voice does not quite reach reproach and her tired smile widens into a proud smirk.

”Came as fast as I could,” the Younger Dustwell claims but makes no effort to hide the shopping behind her back. ”An’ besides, you're not lonely now, aren’tcha? I came all this way and you don’t even have time for your own baby sister! So engrossed in your reading you didn’t even notice little old me.” She turns to face you. ”I like the sound of your voice.”

You look away. She looks so much like her sister, the same dark hair and amber eyes. Then an itinerant ray of Sundered Sunlight hits her face and illuminates the differences.

She is younger for one, innocent and soft where her sister is worldly and firm. Her cheeks are flushed in a bucolic red and even her linen sundress speaks of verdant contemplation away from the merciless Sea and away from callous City life. Then her smile turns crooked and her eyes sparkle with familiar mischief. ”Or did you need help with somethin’? You’re pretty banged up, and your gentlemen caller looks...” She licks her lips. ”In a state, too.”

The One-Eyed Captain laughs. ”Unbelie...” Her voice fails her, and the angry, stony rattle of her lungs makes you wince. But her eyes shine bright as she motions the other closer, and her smile widens when her sister’s hand touches hers.

They talk in gestures and squeezes of the hand. The Younger Dustwell whispers and each word brightens the other’s expression. Then both sisters look at you; both smiling like wolves. They continue their wordless conversation long enough that you consider leaving.

”Tired,” the One-Eyed Captain says, facing you.

”Don’t worry, sis,” says the Younger Dustwell and bows down to kiss the other’s cheek. ”I’ll get him out of your hair. Go get some rest. I’ll be back tomorrow, bright and early. First Officer? How about a drink? Caring is thirsty work, and I don’t know my way around. Could I trouble you? Just for one?” She, in walking past, touches a hand to your shoulder and awaits you by the door.

Your throat is dry from reading and you are tempted. Then the One-Eyed Captain motions you close.

{if Ship Preparedness = 2}”Told you,” she rasps, ”I’d get you laid.” {else} ”Go,” she rasps, ”have fun.” {endif}