A single girl in a strange new world

I catch a glimpse of my... Hostess in the mirror. She looks disappointingly plain and boring. Her chest is decent though, compared to what I remember from the old days. Her hair is auburn and tied in a bun, so it's difficult to assess its length. Her face is smooth and free of any scars or blemishes, so I wonder if she happens to be an aristocrat... I hope she is - the court is always a marvelous place to play with sex and power.

However, I notice other things which do not fit this scenario. First, she owns a lot of pants. She clearly isn't a nomad though, and she doesn't really strike me as an amazon warrior from the barbarian tribe... Hmmmm... Perhaps she just likes horseback riding. I mean, aristocrats always had some weird hobbies.

What is even more striking, she seems to be living alone, without any male in charge of her household. Back in the days I'd think she might be a witch, but no witch would be so completely oblivious of a daemon so close to her.

Hmmmm... Perhaps a lot more has changed than I anticipated. For now, however, I have to focus on getting stronger.

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You go about your business for the rest of the evening, the mysterious bra supporting your breasts perfectly. You're about to go to sleep, but for whatever reason the clasp that was so easy to close, wouldn't open. Finally, you shrug and decide to sleep in bra - it's so comfortable that it shouldn't be a problem. You drift away to sleep...