You head back to Dew's house

Thankfully, Fiorella leaves to go clean up herself, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a good few minutes as your high from the orgasm gives way to a focused mind. It’s pretty clear that Xana’s not the only one who doesn’t like the church all that much, which from your point of view is a good thing. Those guys may be talking to actual gods, but they’re also assholes who kidnapped you, so you don’t like them either.

You assume that Fiorella blowing you is her way of signaling that she’s offering her support against the church. Given hw rich she is, that means you’d probably get a lot of support if you had to go against them, which you’ll probably have to do at some point.

In any case, your political intriguing is interrupted as a cleaned up Fiorella returns to the room, dressed in a fancy-looking dress rather than a maid outfit this time. “Well, that was a fruitful event, Alfred” she says warmly, “I trust I’ve convinced you of my support, if you ever need it.”

“Yeah, you have, thanks a lot” you reply, “jt’s been an interesting..conversation.” Getting up off the couch, you give a quick goodbye. “Well, I’d better be going now, I wish I could stay longer, but I’ve got a lot to do.”

“Fiorella nods. “Well, don’t let me keep you” she says, your friend should be waiting in the lobby, she slipped out as we were having our fun.”

You make your way out of the fancy room, down the stairs and back near the entrance. As Fiorella predicted, Dew’s waiting near the door, tapping her feet nervously. “There you are” she says with relief, “the butler’s been shooting me dirty looks all this time.”

“Do you not know her name?” you ask. Dew shakes her head.

“Fiorella’s servants keep to themselves, it’s weird.”

Opening the heavy door the two of you walk back outside. The cold, bracing air hits you hard after all that time you spent inside the warm house, and you take in a deep breath. Dew shivers, grabbing hold of your arm and sticking as close to you as possible. “It’s freezing” she says plaintively, snuggling into your side as you walk to the gate, “it looks like a storm’s coming this afternoon.”

You look up at the sky, trying to find a patch of blue and failing. There’s nothing but heavy, low-hanging clouds as far as the eye can see, so you can definitely agree that a storm’s coming, and it’s coming soon.

“Should we head back to mom’s place?” Dew asks, “I can take you to fuck more people after the storm passes, because we might get snowed in tonight.”

Just then a particularly cold blast of stinging wind comes through the distant trees, hitting you square in the face. “Yeah, going back to your house sounds good” you say, shivering.

****

“Dew! Alfred! Thank the gods” Xana says as the two of you arrive at the door, quickly ushering you inside as she closes the door, the wind howling behind you. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it back in time.” Her worries don’t stop her from pulling you in for a kiss, passionate as usual as she presses her body against yours.

Dew just rolls her eyes. “It’s just a snowstorm, we weren’t in any danger.” Xana withdraws from your kiss, and goes to bolt the door.

“All the same dear, it’s best to be careful,” she warns, “snowstorms can be worse than they look.”

As the wind batters the shafters, you peek through a small gap. Snow’s already starting to fall.