She came walking around the bar, eyes locked on him with concern laddend on her face…

He would try his best to offer a somewhat reassuring smile. He wanted to believe her… he really did… but… he knew… He remembered his one fateful encounter with one of these so called ‘brutes’...

“It’s alright love… I… realise my … uhm… shortcomings… as long as I can make you happy somehow… then… I guess… that is fine… for me…”

His cheeks flushing profoundly as he stammered his thoughts. Was there really any denying of this? He felt so… useless…

“Awww… it’s not -that- small … I’’m sure once it’s inside me… you’ll see just how happy it’ll make me…”

She leaned in, giving him the closest thing to pure affection she had ever displayed by putting a little kiss on his forehead.

“Now… I am expecting a lot of clients today, so it might be best to do some … lady things… Do you want to help me with that?”

A pleasant sigh rang out as his forehead was kissed. A warmer, more happy smile returned to his lips, revelling in the affection, no matter how small it was.

“I… I hope so…”

Shaking the thoughts from his head for now.

“Y-yes, I think that could be fun! Seeing as no patrons are around either… sure, I’d love to help you!”

“Alright. We will go upstairs so we can still hear clients if need be…”

As she led the way up the stairs he couldn’t help but admire those swaying hips… he did feel guilty about staring for a bit … but… surely it would be fine… no? It was his girlfriend after all…

Once they reached the room, he followed her inside. Taking a brief look around the room was just like all the other ‘guest’ rooms, safe for one exception. This one held a decently sized bathtub. It was luckily freshly cleaned this morning by him. He wouldn’t have wanted to be scolded for slacking.

“Turn around.”

Her voice pulling him from his observations. Nodding he would turn on his heel.

“As you wish.”

She began to undress. Tho all he could do was listen, as he stared at the door. The different clicks and clips echoed through the room.

“So… do you know the things a woman has to do to, say, appealing to the brutish men?”

The rustling of cloth and leather peeling and stroking down her skin began to announce her progress. With every new sound that reached his spoon ears he felt it harder and harder to keep his eyes glued to the door.

“Sadly I do not, love…”

His body grew tense at the sounds behind him. Shivers running down his body as he fights the urge to peek.

The gentle tapping of her feet against the ground, the soft splashing of water made his ears twitch once more.

“Shaving, waxing, plucking, dressing, makeup… and the like. Not to mention keeping yourself perky and fresh…”

The harder he found himself staring at the door and wall before him, the more he felt a tingling run through him with every sound and word coming from behind him.

“That… sounds like a lot of work love… but I can see the point of that at least… well… some of those…”

“Presenting yourself to a man is, and always will be, a harrowing thing. You’re giving your all to them in the hopes they don’t reject you… So, of course, making yourself the best you can be or …hmm… making yourself -feel- the best you can be is paramount. For me? I like having hair only on my head… everywhere else -should- in my opinion be clean of it. So… you’re gonna be a good boyfriend and shave me… or atleast the areas that I best done with two hands and a lower view…”

His ears twitched once more, his eyes filling with excitement at the prospect of what he imagined he would be allowed to touch… even if only to shave it.

“I… I s-suppose so… Some can be rather… Intimidating… I admit… but I will gladly help! Does this mean I get to turn around now, love?”

His voice carried that hopeful tone with it. Maybe, finally, they could be just a couple… albeit an open one, but a loving, normal couple nonetheless. Given, they were most likely still ‘strange’ to what most couples were, but he was fine with that! His hopes, however, were dashed almost instantly when her voice rang out.

“Well… that’s the thing… I was… rash before. Too eager. I showed you things you weren’t ready to see and that’s my fault. But it stops now. From here on, we’ll do it the right way. So when you marry me and our girlfriend, you’ll get to experience us as the holy god commands… You want that, right?”

He would feel flustered, bordering on being overwhelmed. Every aspect of her seemed to contradict itself. One word would caress him into only loving her more, while the next seemed to push him further away.

“M-marriage… love? I w-would love to b-but… I am not … sure… how this god would… command this? I never worshipped a god, to be honest, sorry…”

He tried to contemplate their short time together, what he had experienced with her… there had been some rather harsh truths in there and definitely some things he wasn’t too prepared for but… well… if she wanted to change things then surely this would be… good… right?

“My god speaks of the purity of marriage. Of letting love guide you, not lustre. Of course, you’ll have baser desires, and you’re a man… I can’t stop you from fucking anyone else… it’s your vile nature. But for your wives to be… it’s proof that you -truly- care about us… and yes… before you say anything, I have sex with clients, but thats my job… and of course after long days work I want to relax in the arms of a big, strong man… or get seeded by hundreds of them, but that’s my choice as a woman… but we’re going on a bit of a tangent… so… the plan is - you’re gonna shave my sacred fruit but you have to do it with your eyes closed… okay?”

He heard water splashing as she got out of the bath. Though even this was more a background noise at this point. His head felt light at the news. He wanted to be good for her, to help her however he could… but… wasn’t this a bit too much? He softly shook his head, trying to disperse those thoughts. It was her job after all, right? He was not working as a harlot, so, naturally he didn’t have the same starting points as her… would it be rude to place the same constraints on her if their positions were that different…? Shaking his head again he swallows it for now, pulling his mind to the more pressing matter.

“I… uhm… i-if that is what you… wish… b-but did you just say with my… eyes closed? Is that really… you know… necessary…?

He shivered insecurely. He wasn’t planning to outright deny her request but… asking couldn’t hurt… right? Tho her tone quickly threw that train of thought out of the window.

“Honey, I was -very- clear. Now I could do it myself but my tits get in the way and you don’t want me hurting myself, do you? Or do you… is that what this is?! You think if I hurt myself shaving my flower, that I’ll have to stop working? My dear… I’m a hard working woman, so is Lara, we do what we -have- to, to put food on our tables and clothes on our backs. Would you deny us the ability to do that?! Of course not! So, come on, shave my flower and do it with your eyes closed, okay?”

His ears drooped a little as the words cut deeper and deeper.

“N-no! O-of course not, love! I- I didn’t mean… I would never want… y-yes… sorry, as y-you say…”

The words stammered, uncertainty swinging in his voice. Remorse washed over him. He… he didn’t mean it like that! He did not wish for her to hurt herself! And all because he wouldn’t just listen and keep his eyes shut… a strange request still, but it was not worth her safety to argue over it or to expose her to such a potential danger… He straightened himself, his head canted towards the floor slightly as he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, pressing them shut tightly. With uneven steps he would turn and stretch his hands out a bit to attempt to feel where his love was.