Virgin of the stage

You press your face to the stage as hands run along your arms which dangle off stage. With your face down, you raise your ass to the air to give Kresh good access to your delicate maidenhood. Kresh kneels down behind you as he presses his cock against your hymen. This elicits a light gasp from you as you look out towards the audience. The audience cheers, still grabbing at your arms. Is this it? You’re giving your virginity away in front of an entire crowd? That’s not something you’d think yourself capable of before today.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, KRESH IS A WORLD-FAMOUS WHORE FINDER. HE CAN TELL IF ANY LUCKY LADY HE STICKS HIS PRICK INTO IS A WHORE, JUST BY THA FEEL. AND IT LOOKS L-“

You feel Kresh immediately pull out making you feel empty. His voice rings out deeply in contrast to Fergus’s.

“Not doing it Fergus, this one is a virgin.” Fergus looks flabbergasted as Kresh puts his cock away and walks off stage.

“IN A SURPRISE TWIST THE GORGEOUS IYDA IRONSTAG IS NOT A WHORE! WHY IN FACT SHE’S PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW!” Fergus laughs as he gives your ass a hearty slap. He leans down and quietly says. “Yer free to go lass, thanks for playin’ your part.”

“Y-yeah.” You say quietly as you come back to your senses. Your face turns red as you try and cover up from the eager spectators. The bar maiden from earlier rushes up to the stage and drapes a blanket around you. You follow her as she leads you into the back kitchen.

“I hate to say I told ya but..” she remarks.

“I know, I just, I didn’t expect things’ta go that far. Let alone have him call me out specifically.” You say rubbing your head.

“Believe me, that’s what the noble’s daughter said to.” She says producing some clothes. “Here, these are some clothes I pulled out of our lost and found. They’re not much but they’re something.” The clothes look to be close to what you came in with. They don’t fit perfectly, but they’ll conceal your body at least. The bar maiden who you learn to be called Sasha, leads you back to the bar. She pours you a free ale, and seems intent on watching over you for the rest of the night. You sip your ale as a voice calls out from behind you.

“Quite the show you put on there. Heard you’re an adventurer? Your name is Iyda right?”