Rejecting the proposal...

You take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of arousal, shame, and confusion as you stare up that his handsome man.

Option 1: Providing quick "sexual services" right now seems like an easy way to gain material benefits. The thoughts of Vylorun and my own feelings of shame are pushed to the side, at least temporarily. But I can't help but wonder if this decision will lead to more regret and emotional turmoil in the long run.

Option 2: Rejecting the proposal is a risk. You would be walking away from potential benefits, and there's a chance that you might never find out what the useful thing Merchant Bartolo had to offer could be. However, this decision aligns more with my values and self-respect. You would still have to deal with the shame and guilt towards Vylorun, but at least you wouldn't be adding to it by engaging in this act.

You pause and consider the consequences of each option...

After weighing my options, you decide that prioritizing my self-respect and values is more important in the long run. While it's true that you would be risking potential material gain, you believe that your mental and emotional well-being is worth more than any temporary benefits you might receive. Plus if some of these religious fanatics discover you engaging in a sexual act they will lose their minds and want to punish you!

With a deep sense of resolve, you make your decision. And will reject Merchant Bartolo's lusty and depraved proposal, even though it may lead to disappointment and uncertainty about what you might have lost. You will face those feelings of shame and guilt towards Vylorun head-on and try to find a way to make things right between the two of you.

So, you strain your will and you try to resist the sexual arousal that permeates your body. You find it difficult to resist the temptation - the passion to fall into the depths of submission and debauchery powerfully prompts you to commit extremely... filthy slutty acts.

However, in the end, you find in the depths of your soul the determination to resist.

You lick your plump lips and say in a quiet, trembling with barely restrained excitement, feminine voice: "Thank you... Thank you for the offer... But now I simply cannot take advantage of this generous offer. I have obligations... Obligations to my friend... "

Bartolo's face expresses disappointment: "Well... If now is not the time for such a deal, then so be it... I respect your decision, beautiful. Perhaps in the future you will change your mind... My advice to you is that going too far to the east now will be dangerous. And one more thing: if in the future your travels take you far south along this river – visit Axeman City. It is my home town. I have useful contacts there…”

Bartolo hands you a small pendant on a metal chain with a beige stone, on which a symbol is engraved – the letter “G”.

You take the pendant with a trembling hand.

Your surprised look makes the merchant smirk.

You ask: “What does this symbol mean?”

Bartolo answers in a tone with notes of superiority: “The Gionderi family. The family I am a part of. They are influential persons in Axeman City. If you visit this city – try to find someone from the Gionderi family. Show the pendant and hospitality is guaranteed.”

You nod nervously.

Bartolo leaves the toilet, leaving you alone.

You feel extremely embarrassed.

Soon you leave the toilet room.

Vylorun's puzzled look makes you blush with shame.

You sit down on the bench next to your friend.

In response to his questions, you carefully show him what the merchant gave you in exchange for information.

Stun grenade.

Vylorun nods and says: "This is a useful thing. But what did the merchant demand as payment? And why did you both go into this room?"

The questions only increase your embarrassment.

Thoughts in your head about what happened and what could have happened...

These thoughts only increase the feeling of shame.

And also: sexual arousal has not gone away.

Vicious thoughts in your head.

It is so easy for you to imagine that in this toilet you made a different decision: you kneel down in front of this male; you lick your plump lips lustfully, looking submissively up into the male's eyes; the male takes out a large cock, which swings very close in front of your face...

Because of these mental images in your head, a lustful tremor runs through every part of your body.

Vylorun, with a puzzled look, repeats his question: "What did this merchant ask for as payment?"

You restrain your feelings and answer: "Information... I just told him some information about the surrounding area..."

Vylorun listens to your answer with disbelief.

The ferry journey continues for many more hours.

Bartolo occasionally directs his dark brown eyes in your direction.

His smirk makes you nervous.

Vylorun notices the attention from the merchant, which is directed in your direction.

Your friend clearly does not like this. After many hours of waiting, the ferryboat approaches a small pier on the opposite bank.

Merchant Bartolo steps onto the pier first.

He waves at you.

You turn away, embarrassed.

Merchant Bartolo walks off in a south-easterly direction towards the steppe expanses of wastelands.

He soon disappears from sight.

You and Vylorun also step onto the pier.

Near this old pier, which is made of shabby boards, there is nothing but one dilapidated building. The windows of the building are boarded up. The roof of the building is partially destroyed.

A gray-haired old ferryman with an eye patch casts a fleeting, irritated glance in your direction.

You hear an unintelligible grumbling.

Two guards vigilantly survey the area.

Their tension and attentiveness make you feel uneasy.

Probably, the situation in this area is really dangerous.

You and Vylorun are heading east.