Her training continues.

Sitting in an alcove of the pleasure house you watch as Khali dexes slowly, instructing Yohsl. Khali moves with confidence whilst Yohsl watches hesitantly. You draw upon the hookah pipe and let the apple scented smoke curl from your smiling lips. Things are progressing very nicely.

After a few more sessions you are confident that Yohsl has started to embrace her **** nature. During these carefully orchestrated sessions she has yielded key information about her operations. In the confusion left by her disappearance you have ended the war and consolidated your own position, taking over her holdings with no further bloodshed or loss of men - either yours or Yohsl's. This situation is due mainly to Pohst, your new and Yohsl's former right hand man.

The curtains part and a man enters the alcove to stand before you. You tilt your head as you regard him. He is clean and well dressed servant, perhaps from a noble house. "Good **** master, may I have a moment of your time?" he asks. "In private?" he says looking pointedly at the two girls.

You consider then nod dismissively at Khali and Yohsl. The girls scurry from the curtained alcove as the servant enters. He tugs upon a leash. The curtains open again and you see that the leash ends at a collar around a slim **** girls' neck. She is dressed in flimsy silks that drape revealingly over the rounded contours of her body. A loin cloth and jeweled brassiere give her scant modesty. Her face is veiled, but as the curtains are drawn she removes it to reveal a face identical that of Vala, another girl in your pleasure house. This is not particularly remarkable. There could be any number of reasons. It is quite common to use serum to make a drab **** girl more attractive, so common that the same serum is often used on numerous girls. And if a man covets another's woman he may alter a **** to match her form. It is not remarkable but it is interesting.

On first glance this girl appears to have been sent here to learn her place. You weigh her up for a moment. She seems nervous, excited and ... proud? A pretty little thing in all.

Your eyes return to the servant awaiting his explanation but instead he defers to the **** girl, as though she were his better. Your eyebrow arches quizzically. Interesting, this you had not suspected. She clears her throat and strives to make her voice authoritative, "Visp," she starts, "you may not recognize me but I was -" she grinds her teeth at her slip "- I am Brule Xeft," she pauses as the import of this settles upon you.

Brule Xeft was the scoundrel son of Lord Xeft. He had frequented your pleasure house with his friends and had been a very good customer, generous with his coin and rapacious in his appetites. But whilst his friends continued to come he had stopped. You had heard rumours that he had wronged a young noble girl, the maid Kira Panz and, as ****, her father Duke Panz had ruked the scoundrel. Apparently they were true.

You place a hand upon your lips to hide your smirk. "My lady," you say boldly looking her up and down as you would never regard a lady.

She swallows and returns your gaze, her hand clenching into an impotent fist. Then she nods silently to her servant. He sighs as he produces a purse and places it upon the table. It clinks enticingly. "Fifteen gold nobles," he says.

You tap your chin thoughtfully. Judging by Brule's former male libido you know precisely what she wants. But you want to hear it anyway. You turn to look her in the eye, waiting.

"And fifteen more when Cheeve returns in four weeks to retrieve me. I..." she hesitates. "I wish to experience life as a **** girl. I shall change my appearance using serum and then you shall look out for my best interests, protecting me from the worst of the scum and sparing me from the worst of the lash. But otherwise," she swallowed, "you shall treat me as a ****. At the end I shall resume this form and depart."

"You understand the risks?" You enquire needlessly, reaching towards the purse and lifting it. If it became known that Lord Xeft's son and heir was brolling commoners in a pleasure house the girls fate as a **** girl would be forever sealed.

"Yes. The money is for your silence and my safe release at the end," she says quietly, "I have thought on this a great deal... I think of little else. I have played in the safety of **** clubs already but in my heart I know they are not real and I cannot find what I yearn for there. At any time I could leave and go back to my life, such as it is. I need to know. Do we have a deal?" she asks.