Carry one of the saintesses to bed

The Royal Red Wine was royally ransacked, as you and your two companions drank yourselves past your reservations as relative strangers and ended up deep in your cups. Having a generous head-start, {if Belit Drunk = True}Belit was the worst out of the three of you, slurring her words and acting as though she might fall on her face at any moment{else}Rosary was the worst out of the three of you, having no experience in holding this much liquor. She looked like she might fall on her face at any moment{endif}. You decided that the safe thing to do now would be avoid cracking open another bottle and make sure both girls got to bed safely, rather than leaving either one of them passed out here.

{if Belit Drunk = True}"Heeeey... You gotsh another bottle, don'tcha? Don't hold out on me or I'll just shteal it anywaysh!" the party's ranger complained, feeling around her body for something that she couldn't seem to put her hands on. She pat her butt a few times then groaned groggily. "Where'd I put my knife? You gotsh it?" You pat your hip a few times to indicate where she ought to be checking on her own body. "You gotsh it in your pocket? I'll fish it... fish it out... Fish shit... Heh heh heh snrk!"

You rushed to grab her, as she did indeed fall over, face-first, going head over toes. You managed to catch her before she hit the dirt. It seemed she'd surpassed even her own considerable limits for inebriation.{else}"Now... you're going to drink half of it again, right, Sir Lavender? If you don't, I can't finish it and I won't get another kiss. I want another kiss..." Rosary pouted, looking like she was about to start crying over the imagined slight you were giving her. "Don't you want to kiss me any more?" The nun held out her cup and jostled it back and forth in her hand, as though pouring her another glass would somehow equate to smooching her.

You told her that you were pretty sure she'd had enough.

"I'm just getting started! I want more... kisses..." she sighed, before falling sideways onto the bench and dropping her cup. She almost immediately began snoring.{endif}

It was pretty clear that everyone had reached their limit on drinking. {if Belit Drunk = True}The party's ranger fit easily into your arms, being easily the lightest of the saintesses, as you carried her like a princess over to her over-decorated tent.

"Do you need help with that, Sir Lavender?" Rosary murmured, pressing one finger to her lower lip thoughtfully with a slight frown. You didn't think you were imagining that you saw a bit of jealousy on her face, as she watched you cradle Belit in your arms.

... Picking up Rosary that way would be quite a bit different. You thought the difference in weight between the girls was tens of digits. You kept that detail to yourself and reassured Rosary that you'd be fine. When you were almost ready to deposit Belit into her bed, however, the ranger suddenly awakened with a big smile on her face.

"Hey... buddy... Getting handshy at thish time of night... You're doing the shquire thing, ain'tcha?" she asked, wearing a goofy grin on her face. It almost seemed like she was halfway into a dream, barely understanding the situation that you were simply carrying her to bed.

However...

Her small body and her freckled face were each warm with a mixture of inebriation and excitement at the situation she'd half-woken to find herself in. It was your job, as a squire, to seek out proper scenarios to lay with your saintesses. This was, perhaps, not a proper scenario, but it was an inviting one. You might have a fortunate opportunity-- and Belit would be the first to tell you how you had to seize upon those.

But then, what of Rosary, who was still waiting at the front of Belit's part of the camp? You could probably duck her and sneak in time with Belit now if you wanted. Then again, perhaps she'd join the two of you? As a saintess, she shouldn't be averse to that sort of thing, but you got the distinct impression it might be difficult to talk her into it.{else} The party's healer proved to be somewhat difficult to carry, as she was probably on par in weight with the muscular Helmid, second only to the obviously weighty Liens. "Alright, buddy, I'll help ya out," Belit snickered, as she watched you trying to get a good handle on Rosary without groping her considerable rear end.

The two of you made your way over to the nun's part of the camp, with its trademark modesty and sparse decor. "Heh. Ain't a thing I could nick while she's asleep, is there?" Belit noted. "Besides makeup or maybe that big mirror. I dunno. She's the type you wanna prank, but nothing too mean, y'know? She's such a sweetheart, really. And thieving from a nun? That's a ticket to hell if I've ever heard of one."

You nodded in agreement, as the two of you finally reached Rosary's sleeping roll and lowered her down onto it. As you did, you felt the woman's arms hug around your arm-- it seemed she was refusing to let you leave. Perhaps still half in a dream, she snuggled the arm close into her bosom and rubbed her cheek up and down your forearm. "Oh... don't go... stay with me... it's so cold in the night, I'll... warm you up with my body..." she cooed. Her body did indeed feel terribly warm. She had a high body temperature even when not under the effects of heavy drinking, but right now, you could only imagine how it would feel, nestling up to her soft body in the cold of night. Even if the bed wasn't the most attractive, the woman's company would make up for it in spades.

Belit noticed you having the thought and grinned, stifling a hyena-like cackle. "Pfft hrff... pffft... It's taking all you got to keep it in your pants right now, ain't it?" she ribbed at you. "I don't blame you!"

Should you protest? It was, after all, the duty of a squire to lay with a saintess, and judging by Rosary's sleep-talk, it sounded like laying with a squire was exactly what she wanted right now. Would it be awkward to dismiss Belit right now, knowing what she knew? This whole squire business wasn't easy to untangle.

"Hey, hey! I can see it all over your face, ya bozo. Don't worry, I know when I'm a third wheel. I'll just take off now," the ranger spoke, giving a quick wink before spinning with a twirl of her short cape and marching towards the tent door.{endif}