old woman.

After bidding the merchant farewell, Liandra decided to pray for the dead man's soul before turning back to the castle. There she noticed a matron snoozing. She had probably dozed off. Smiling to herself, and imagining the old woman a good person, Liandra decides to bestow a kindness upon her and touch her.

She feels an influx of warmth. Her mouth waters, and she feels the desire for all the sweet candies the matron so enjoys. But that is a shallow sin. She finds a pint of humor on the jealousy related to familiar friends. The anger when someone dirties the floor. And cats, this woman hates cats. Liandra was about to discard all these sins when she finds something else, something different.

There is no shame related to this memory. It is treasured and hidden. Liandra cant quite understand it. It is dark, and cold. She remembers a window, and the erotic sounds spilling from it, and into the street. Her daughter, the old woman's daughter, had just married, and this was supposed to be her first night with her husband. But the little tramp was a little too frivolous with her virtue, and had surrendered it multiple times. To protect her the matron had hired another girl, and swaddled her son in law.

There was pity for the girl. A sense of triumph because the plot was working. And a earnest desire,it had been years since she had felt the erotic rush. That night she brought herself to cum, it was the last time. And it had been years. Her daughter was still happily married, and now had children of her own.

Liandra asks pardon for these borrowed sins, and goes back to the castle. The next morning she finds a mysterious potion bottle next to her, and knew its contents.