Ninon de Lenclos

You choose to put the statuette of Ninon de Lenclos on your bedside table. You undress, lie on the bed and fall asleep quickly.

You awake at the sound of music. You open your eyes and see a young woman sitting on your bed playing lute. She wears a beautiful purple dress up to her shoulders, which fabrics and quality attest to her higher social rank. She don’t looks directly at you and seems focusses on the string of her lute.
You never hear music like it before; it makes you shiver on each note, wondering how she’s able to perform it. You don’t dare to disturb her in fear of breaking this magical moment, so you lay still naked on the bed enjoying the music.
Half an hour later, she stops playing and put down her lute. The interruption of the music left you in need of more, but you took the opportunity to ask “Who are you{if Premier jour=1}, what are you doing here{endif}?”
She turns her head towards you and looks away immediately “I don’t speak to unknown naked girls. Rumours will ruin my reputation if I frequent cheap looking whores.”
“I’m no whore, how dare…”
“So dress yourself like a proper lady” she interrupts you.

{If Red dress=1} You took your dress next to your bed and quickly dress yourself. {else}{if Armor=1}You look at your armour next to the bed, it is clearly not suited for a lady.{elseif Brass bikini=1}You look at the brass bikini close to the bed and put it on, it makes you desirable with the swarm head between your breasts and his wings covering them, but you realise that it is not really suited for a lady of her quality, it makes only you an expensive whore. {else}You need something to covers yourself immediately.{endif} So you looks around and see the bed sheets that you don’t use, the room, with the hot spring is hot enough. They are purple with fine laces on the top. You fold it at the third of its length and roll it bellow your arms so it covers you from your breast to your toes, the laces making a lovely waistband. {endif}
“That’s better” She said, now looking at you with a great smile. “I’m Ninon de Lenclos, pleased to meet you Elisabeth {if Premier jour=1} and I'm here because you summoned me.“
She has the same name as the statuette, so it has to be the effect of placing it on your bedside table {else}.”{endif}
“And what do you want?” you ask.
“Me? Nothing. I’m just pleased of your company for the night. But you, don’t tell me you have no desire.” She answers with a wink.

Desires? No, why would she think that, it’s only you and her here, why would you want something else. She produces music so beautiful that you simply need more of it, more of her music, more of her grace, more or her…
“Wait a minute, did you put a spell on me?” you ask realising the truth. “I’m not into girls”
“Are you sure of it? I don’t make a single advance to you, why would you desire me?”
You don’t really know what to answers, in fact she began by subbing you and now she’s making fun of you.
“But don’t be afraid, I’ll explain everything to you” She said with a gentle smile. “First, my music is a hook to catch your attention on me, it’s seems impossible to you and gives me a first advantage on you. Second, I started by adopting an upper status on you, by my dress and the fact I subbed you a little. Only a little, if I had only repulsion for you I should have left you here instantly, but I stayed here to tease you so I can fuel your hopes to be close to me. And third, all my movement, looks and positions are studied to tease you without making it visible.”
“But, what’s the use of it? I hope that you don’t intend to have sex with me? The answer in any case will be a firm NO.”
“Don’t be angry, it’s my way to survives on this world and stay free. I’m a courtesan; I make my life in the higher class of the society. I’m not especially pretty, but I’m cultivated, I make music and poetry, and the most important of all, I belong to nobody. I charm all powerful men, but distribute my favours sparingly. If I give favours to one, I make it know, and as I stay free, the others will want me too to prove they are at least his equal. But choose wisely, favour the richer one for long relations as patrons, maintain as eternal suitors those who can be useful one day and kept very shorts relations with the less powerful one for your own pleasure. It will keep the suitors hooked in hope, and remind yours patron that you may leave them if they neglect you.”
“So, you are a high class whore?”
“No, a whore is paid for sex. Me, I’m a high prize that they are proud of maintaining in their high society, and I’m free to choose who I reward, sexually or not depending on my mood.” She tapes the bed next to her. “Now sit here and takes the lute so I can learn no how to play properly”.

You sit on the bed and take the lute. Except clapping hands, you bad never played music before; you have no idea of how to play. You pull on a string and release a bass sound. You turn your head toward Ninon to ask her what to do when you realise that your hands move by themselves on the other strings. You want to drop the lute but your hands keep it on your belly and start to play the same music Ninon played minutes ago.
“Oh, excuse me, I forgot to say that the lute is magic and will teach you how to play. By the end of the night you’ll be a master lute player, and after that you’ll have few difficulties to adapt to other instruments.” You realise that she may be true as knowledge of white and black notes began to fill your mind. But she has other plan for you as she continues. “Me, I’m here to teach you how you have to present yourself. You see the statuette of me on your bedside table; it’s the man you need to seduce”. You turn your head to see it, but she grabs your head and turns it away. “Don’t look at him like that, you have to be more subtle, your goal is that he desires you, and even if you desire him too, he mustn’t see it. Look at me instead, I’m your lady companion, talk with me.”
“And what do I have to do in this case” You say turning toward her.
“Work your composure, you are pretty and play well but beauty without grace is a hook without bait” She put a hand on your tights and began to push it toward your private parts.
“Stop that, you said that you don’t want to have sex with me” you yell at her. Your hands are still on the lute, so you can only cross your legs to prevent her hand to go further.
“Good, your crossed legs are far better to seduce him, but don’t yell like that, you ruin the melody. Now straighten your back and move your foot in pace with the music. You can sometimes miss a beat when your foot is in his direction. Wait that he moves in front of you to look briefly at him for the first time.”

She continues to provide advice and moves you like a puppet to correct your composure. She clearly master her job, but you wonder if she really need to touch your body so much near your breasts or your private parts as she even manage to put her hands under your dress to improve the position of your breasts in it.
When the music arrives at his end, your hopes to be free of the lute vanish as you began to play a waltz. Ninon stands up, grabs your wrist holding the lute neck and pulls you on your feet to dance with her. You wonder how you manage to still play but you hold the lute against your left hip and continue to play as she puts her left hand in your back and begins the dance.
She’s a good dancing teacher too. You feel that you improve a lot in a very short time. All is perfect except that you often had to remind her that her left hand should he higher on your back. She explains that it is to tease the men, but you are not convinced.

After two hours of dancing you are exhausted and have difficulties to still stand on your foot. When her hand gropes your ass again you realise that you can’t do it to tease men as she explains before that in the high society, a lady should only waltz with a man in public.
She congratulates you for learning for lessons, but instead of placing her hand in your back, she grabs your neck and kisses you. You want to push her back, but your hands still belong to the lute. Her right hand lets go of your wrist to open your dress and pushes you on the bed on your back.
You realise that you are now playing an erotic melody when you feel her head sliding between your legs. She grabs your thighs with her hands and began to eat your pussy. You are too tied to protest anymore, and truly, you are not sure that you want to. Her tongue made a marvellous job on your clitoris, and the speed of the music increase with your heart rate. When the music hit his climax, a powerful orgasm hit you.

You barely feel Ninon leaving you with a last advice before you fell asleep. “And one last thing, if a man tries to impress you with his wealth, his power or anything else, you have to imagine him sitting on the toilets, his trousers between his ankles; he’ll stay mere man like all others.”