Shown in to see the Archmage.

The coach bearing Shairi and the whores drove into the Guild’s courtyard, before stopping to let the women out. Several apprentices were lounging outside, and the male ones yelled obscene suggestions and compliments at them as they walked to the main doors. Emiet grinned in response, and lifted up her skirts to flash her pussy at them, raising an appreciative cheer.

At the door, they were greeted by a young woman dressed in apprentice robes. She was a lovely red-head, but had an air of shyness and innocence which just served to make her more attractive. She blushed when she saw the whores, but couldn’t quite manage to take her eyes off them.

“I – I’m Fyneen, master Torax’s apprentice,” she stammered. “I am to take you to him.”

As she led them up the stairs of the main tower, Shairi reflected that, if she had the spare time, she’d happily spend a long time ravishing and debauching the pretty apprentice. In fact…

She stepped up behind Fyneen, using the tight spiral staircase to her advantage. She put an arm around the young wizard, pulling her close and fondling her breast through her clothes. Her other hand lifted the girl’s robes and began to caress her pussy through her delicate silk panties.

“Wh – what are you doing?” Fyneen asked, stunned.

“Oh, you’re such a lovely morsel, I can’t resist.” Shairi said, kissing her cheek and then licking her ear, making her wriggle deliciously. She could feel the apprentice’s pussy moistening through her underwear. The whores laughed, impressed by Shairi’s wantonness.

“Mmm…” Shairi continued, “Yes, you’re a sweet little slut. I bet your master enjoys you all the time.” Shairi felt the girl stiffen slightly. Her guess was dead on, but Fyneen clearly didn’t like being used that way.

Filing that information away, Shairi released the girl, and they continued up to the top of the tower. They were led through Torax’s formal audience hall and into his bedroom, a large chamber fill of divans and cushions, as well as a huge bed. It was clearly a room designed for fucking in.

Torax himself was seated in a throne-like chair. He was younger than Shairi had expected, looking about forty, and moderately handsome. He smiled as the women entered. “Excellent. As always, your Madam excels herself.”

He stood up and inspected the girls, occasionally reaching out to squeeze a breast or buttock. He took a particularly long time examining Shairi. “Hmm… a new girl. And a half elf. Quite a treat. Don’t go, Fyneen,” he added as his apprentice turned to leave. “I have something special planned for tonight, and I want you to be a part of it.”

Fyneen didn’t look happy at that, but she had **** but to stay.