You'd rather get some sleep.

"You've done well, Vanessa." You slur. "That said, I'm weary from the road."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Vanessa nods demurely.

"I wouldn't mind the warmth of your body with me, however." You decide. Smiling, the whore climbs under the bedsheets with you, pressing her nubile nakedness up against your side. You take a breath of her tasteful fragrance, rest your hand against her bare arse.

It isn't long before you drift off into an exhausted slumber.

-

You sleep well through the night, dreams of being hauled across a snowy expanse on the back of hulking female figure not withstanding.

Extricating yourself from Vanessa, you prop yourself up on the side of the bed, rubbing your right limbs. Pain and discomfort during the day were not uncommon, but after any particular form of exertion, the problem was particularly pronounced the next morning.

Watching the barest trickle of light come in from the tent's front flap, and the bustle of activity outside beginning to pick up, you consider your course of action for the day.