He pulled her deeper into the inn, though she did not resist she still felt hesitant. Her head was down, afraid to look up. Not sure if she wanted to see the lewd acts that took place, or if she was afraid she might enjoy what she saw. She was training to be a Priest of the Light, a beacon of truth for lost souls. Yet, she found herself among the lost.
"Look up, or you'll miss everything." Rex commanded.
She obeyed, but as she looked, none of her wildest dreams could ever prepare her for what she saw. In one corner of the room, next to the fire place she saw a man on all fours, proving his body as bench as a tall slender lady used him as a bench.
The lady wore full black leather. She was very elegant in her appearance, caramel brown skin, silky black hair tied back in a bun. She held out a champagne glass that another man was pouring her drink. She looked as though she was not amused. She lacked expression on her face.
As Rex walked near her, they nodded their heads in acknowledgement at each other. It was obvious they knew each other, yet the young girl wondered if there may have been more history behind them.
Yet, the more they delved into the inn, the more frightening, yet fascinating. The female warlock sitting on her pet demon's lap. As a person devoted to the light, she never imagined such a sight, this woman moving her hips, her body rubbing against a demon, a foul being of corruption. Yet, she does so willingly.
They move past the bar, a loud and obnoxious man drinking brew. He had the attention of various tavern wenches. His clothing would indicate him to be a sailor. He begins pouring his brew over the breast of one wench, licking it off and slurping as it drips. Then his lips are soon met with another's lips. The sailor saw Rex, he held up his tankard of brew in a salute type fashion towards Rex, yet Rex nodded in acknowledgement.
Not too far from the bar, a young girl stands on top of the railing. Her clothing looked a bit ragged, it was obvious she was homeless. Her skin was sun-kissed, yet looked smooth to the touch. Petite, yet she was athletic. She hand blonde tied back into a pony tail. She was scanning the room until someone interrupted her.
Toye recognized the man, he was a guard stationed at the Northshire Abbey. Yet, he wasn't in his uniform. Toye tried to conceal her face out of embarrassment, yet she wanted to know what was going on.
"Are you even old enough to be here, little girl?" She heard the guard ask.
She was fiery, her response had a lot of attitude and spunk "I'm old enough!" She fired back at him.
He yanked her down from the railings. She fell to the ground. Still holding on her arm tightly, the guard started yelling at her. "Don't you dare get cheeky with me, little girl!" He yanked her back on her feet, leaning her forward over the railing, he yanks her pants down with his other hand.
Toye's heart races as she bears witness to the situation. Rex notices, he enjoys watching her observe. As the event unfolds, he whispers in her ear.
"Do you like what you see?" His lips just outside her ears. Each whisper, his breath tickles her skin. Then he does something unexpected. Her grabs her by her neck from behind, pulling her into him. His other hand on her waist, making them sway left to right while grinding into him. She can feel his desire up against her, yet her eyes are glued at the guard and the homeless girl. Rex whispers again in her ear. "Do you wish that was you?"
