It's Maeran.

Shairi reached out from under the covers to take hold of the hilt of her knife. “Come in,” she said, tense and cautious.

The door opened tentatively and, framed in it, Shairi could make out the bard, the firelight from the taproom below making her red hair seem to glow.

“Hi,” she said, stepping inside nervously.

“Yes?” Shairi murmured. “What is it?”

“Um…” Maeran’s face was in shadow, but she seemed to be blushing. “After what happened today… what almost happened… I’m a bit scared to be alone. Could I sleep in here? I can put some blankets on the floor.”

Shairi was unimpressed by the girl’s fortitude. It only reinforced her opinion that Maeran was a rich noble girl, who shouldn’t be out on her own. Most bards were worldly and skilled, and had a reputation for being one step above whores, but Maeran was clearly still a naïve, sheltered apprentice. Still, there was room in Shairi’s heart for compassion. “Sure, you can sleep here. But don’t bother bedding down on the floor. You can share the bed with me.”

“Thank you.” Maeran wriggled under the sheets. Then she gave a startled squeak as her hand brushed Shairi’s bare flesh. “You… you’re…”

“Huh?” Shairi realised what the problem was. “Oh, yeah. I always sleep nude. Don’t worry about it.”

Shairi rolled over and put an arm round Maeran. Her curvaceous form was pleasantly soft and warm, but she flinched slightly at the contact. Of course – the Church of Light preached that lesbianism was a dire sin, and no doubt Maeran was a pious little prude. Shairi resolved that at some point she would break the bard’s chaste ways, but for now she was too tired. “Relax,” she murmured. “It’s perfectly normal for two girlfriends sharing a bed to cuddle each other.”

For all Shairi knew, that was perfectly true, although in her experience when two girls shared a bed it ended with at least one of them passing out from cumming too much. Snuggling with Maeran like this was pleasant, but she suspected it would be even better if they’d fucked beforehand. Still, some other time.

Maeran’s breathing levelled off, and it was soon obvious she was sound asleep. Curious, Shairi let her hands roam the bard’s body. She squeezed her breasts through her clothes, noting they were larger and riper than Shairi’s own. Carefuly, so as not to wake her, Shairi slid her hand into the bard’s trousers. Her fingers slid through Maeran’s pubic hair and tickled her clit. Idly, Shairi wondered if the girl was a natural redhead, but it wasn’t the time to check. As she continued gently playing with her, the bard gave a contented sigh – it seemed that Shairi’s teasing fingers were giving her pleasant dreams.

Regretfully, Shairi removed her hand – it would be hard to explain in the morning if Maeran woke up to find a hand in her pants. Slowly, the half-elf witch drifted off to sleep, dreaming dreams of power and lust.