They finally arrive

As darkness descends over the land, they finally reach Ghelibol. The lights of the city twinkle in the distance, a promise of safety and peace after the long day. Ciri looks up and straps her sword back on. "Ciri, won't you stay with us longer?" asks Eduard, his eyes clouded with disappointment. Ciri shakes her head and smiles gently. "I thank you for the company and the offer, Eduard, but I must be on my way." Eduard nods and helps Ciri get out of the carriage. Marla looks at them with a shy smile and nods gratefully to Ciri. Ciri releases the reins from Kelpie and swings into the saddle with ease. With a final smile and wave to Eduard and Marla, she continues on her way into town.

The busy streets of Ghelibol are bustling despite the late hour. Men and women in a variety of costumes, guards in shining armor, and drunken men laughing and singing fill the alleys. Ciri rides slowly through the crowd, occasionally interrupted by a lewd offer. "Hey, pretty lady, wouldn't you rather ride something real?" a drunken man calls out, patting his crotch and giggling dirty. Ciri blushes, her loins getting warm as she unintentionally imagines herself riding him. Again she curses Leni and her spell.

Suddenly a guard in armor stops her. "What do we have here?" he asks, his look curious but not threatening. "It's rather late, young lady," he says in a firm voice. "What brings a beauty like you out on the street at this hour?" "I'm looking for a place to stay," Ciri replies, her muscles getting tense. The guard nods and considers. "For a decent inn, I'd recommend 'The Merry Centaur'. Just down the street. The beds are clean and the food is good. But if you're looking for something cheaper, the 'Shimmering Nymph' might be the way to go. For that, you'll have to go back to the next intersection and keep left. It's not a palace, but it'll keep you dry."

Ciri regards him for a moment, then nods. Such kindness, she had never experienced a guard like him. "Thanks for the suggestion," she says. She relaxes her muscles and steers Kelpie past him. First, lets see how expensive the Merry Centaur is, Ciri thinks to herself. The guard grins after her, "Have a safe evening, young lady." Ciri has to smile at the thought of the strange guard, he can't do this job for too long, she thinks to herself.

A few minutes later, a man staggers out of a side street, he is clearly more intrusive. His eyes are glazed and empty, but he fixes her with a disturbing interest. He unzips his pants and presents his flaccid member in the middle of the street. "Hey, sweetie," he begins in a voice watered down by ****, "how about you get a little busy with this?" He wags his cock obscenely in the night air. And as if this vulgar invitation wasn't enough, he adds, "Imagine what it would be like, your lips around my cock, I'd love to come in your mouth, too. And then if you still haven't had enough, you can take off your pants and I can take you properly, the way you need it." His words are rough and detailed, his vulgar fantasies unclouded by ****.

Ciri feels her cheeks turn scarlet as she rides past the drunken man. She has, despite her actual dislike, unintentionally pictured every detail of his vulgar words. His drunken laughter echoes behind her, followed by a dull thud as he falls into a pile of trash. The kindly guard she had encountered earlier comes to her mind. Should she have asked him for a quickie? She shakes her head, trying to shoo the thought away, but the effect of the spell, intensifies her lust, making it almost unbearable.