I do not own the Fable series, unless you count the games that I bought at the store. Warning: this chapter contains adult themes and a little bit of bad language. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is definitely appreciated.

Kaylan awoke to the gentle breathing of her slumbering bedmate. At some point in the night, she had pushed the blanket off and now lay naked and exposed. Kaylan turned her head slightly, resting her gaze on the young woman beside her, and tried to remember her name.

She nudged the girl with an extended hand. "Hey." Kaylan whispered, and scooted closer. The girl smelled like sweat, salt water, and wine; a common scent for the residents of Bloodstone. "Wake up." She sat up some and shook the girl more, who in returned a groggy moan in protest.

"S'too early. Lemme sleep."

Kaylan broke into a smile. "Judging by how damn bright it is outside, I'd say it's not that early at all. Come on, lazy arse, rise and shine."

The girl gave a long, tired sigh, and turned to face her with a sleepy smile. "What? You want another go or something?"

Kaylan considered, but shook her head. "Nah, I just want breakfast."

The girl, after rubbing the sleep from her eyes, offered a mischievous grin. "Hungry, eh? Well, I have something you can eat all day, if you like. No need to get out of this here comfy bed."

"My, very tempting." Kaylan promptly sat up and hopped off the bed. "But no, maybe later. Now come on, you look like you haven't seen a crumb in days. You should be excited by the prospect of a real and proper breakfast."

The girl simply laid there, the sheets now pulled down enough to expose one of her tiny breasts. "But I don't wanna get up yet. Please, just five more minutes?" She whined in a girlish voice, and then batted her eyes.

"Nope, sorry, too bad." Kaylan turned away and bent over, feeling the girl's eyes on her bare bottom. She picked up a silk night robe that had been hastily tossed aside the night before and promptly put it on. She then walked over to her wardrobe and dug through it a bit, before finding a similar robe and throwing it to the woman in her bed. Kaylan paused to examine herself in the mirror beside the wardrobe and brushed out her long, auburn hair with her fingers and offered a smile to the angular face of her reflection, before returning her attention to the girl.

"Don't bother looking for your clothes, hun. Last night I asked Geoffrey to have them washed while we were in the bath. They should be drying in the backyard as we speak. Can't send you out all dirty, can I?"

The girl stepped out of bed and pushed her arms through the sleeves of the gown. It looked huge on her malnourished body. Some might've thought such thinness on a girl was attractive, but Kaylan saw it as a depressing sign of poverty. "Thank you, Lady." The girl mumbled distractedly, struggling with the belt around her waist.

Kaylan couldn't help but give a chuckle and stepped closer, trying the knot for her. "Of course, dumpling. Now, I'm awfully embarrassed to say this but I've forgotten your name."

The girl smiled. "It's Rosie. Like the flower."

Kaylan smacked herself in the head in frustration. "Duh! I knew that! Damn me, I'm such a scatterbrain."

Rosie laughed. "Nah, it's alright. At least you remember how to pleasure a lady. I'm not lying when I say that in one night you've become my best customer."

Kaylan smiled brightly. "I'm honored to add that to my list of achievements, then! Now, off to breakfast! I believe that's bacon I'm smelling. Good man, that Geoffrey, always knows what I want before even I do."

The ladies sat at the long, oak table, happily chewing on their breakfast. Their food was greasy and heavy, just the way Kaylan liked it. She downed a tall glass of milk, wiped away the resulting mustache, and beamed at her companion. "So, Rosie, tell me about your family."

The prostitute smiled uncomfortably. "Not much to tell, I'm afraid. Never knew my father, and my mum was killed by a drunk while I was still in my nappies. I was raised by whores, never really sticking to one place, until I was old enough to start working myself."

Kaylan nodded, and took another bite of bacon. Once she finished chewing, she asked, "Any friends?"

The girl paused thoughtfully, and shook her head. "Coworkers. But not friends."

"What about your customers?"

Rosie gave a nervous chuckle. She was somewhat taken aback by all of these personal questions. "No. They just see us as walking twats. They never bother to remember our faces."

The host gave a sad smile. "Well, I'll remember you, Rosie. I remember all of my lovers."

"That's very kind, Lady." The girl replied, and looked down at her plate and nudged around a bit of egg with her fork.

"Full?"

Rosie looked up quickly. "Uh, no, I was just thinking..."

"About what?" When the girl refused answer, Kaylan gave a friendly smile. "Come on, Rosie. You can tell me. I want to know!"

The prostitute hesitated, but complied. "Well... Last night, when you introduced yourself to me..." She laughed weakly. "Well, I was just so surprised. The Lady Blood, right there, talking to me of all people. I was terrified. I'd heard stories..."

"Ooh, do tell. I do love to hear the things they make up about me." Kaylan scooted closer, smiling wide.

Rosie gulped. "Erm, they said you're a sadist. That you take your lovers to a secret sex dungeon beneath the manor, chain them up, and whip them until they beg for mercy. And then after you've had your fun, you remove and pickle their unmentionables for your collection."

Kaylan burst into a sudden fit of loud laughter. Bits of bacon flew out of her mouth quite rudely. Rosie stared warily, not sure if she should join in or not.

"My, the people of this town sure are batty, aren't they?" Kaylan shook her head in amusement, wiping away an invisible tear. "Rosie, sweetheart, the fact is, that sort of thing gives me the heebie jeebies. I find that folks are much better in bed if they're actually having fun along with me. And besides, what would I even do with a collection of pickled sex organs? Open up a museum?"

Rosie giggled despite herself. "Well, I'm sure somebody'd pay to see that."

"I bet you're right." Kaylan rubbed her chin, pretending to think it over. "Maybe I should do it, then." She shrugged, and stood up. At some point in their conversation, the lady's plate had emptied. "Are you done with yours?"

Rosie looked down at her breakfast. It was only half eaten. "Uh, yes. It was good but it's... a bit heavy for me." She was not used having a full belly, and didn't want to risk throwing it all up.

Kaylan smiled warmly. "That's perfectly fine, love." She took the girl's plate along with her own and headed out to the kitchen to have them washed. Rosie took the moment alone to look around the richly decorated dining hall. Her eyes rested on a portrait hanging on the far side of the room, of a man she'd never seen before. His face was long and angular, and on one of his high cheekbones appeared to be a heart tattoo. His hair was jet black beneath a fancy-looking top hat, and he wore a mocking smirk. It seemed as though the portrait had witnessed Rosie doing something both profoundly stupid and hilarious. The prostitute shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable.

She startled when Kaylan, without warning, appeared once more. "Say, Rosie, here's an idea. Why not go have some fun in the Wraithmarsh today?"

The tart blinked, not quite understanding at first. And then her eyes widened. "What?!"

Kaylan laughed at the poor girl's expression. "Come on! I go to the Wraithmarsh all the time, I practically grew up there! And just because I'm don't pickle willies doesn't mean I'm not kinky. I love the idea of getting it on in some haunted house. The thrill of danger and all that. Besides, it's not like it's really dangerous; I can handle those hollow men as easy as pie." Kaylan had moved closer and was now leaning over the seated prostitute seductively. She brushed her fingers across Rosie's jaw. "Come on." She purred. "It'll be fun."

Rosie was shaking, horrified at the prospect. "I-I really can't, Lady. That place is cursed. The last thing I want to do is get torn to pieces by the undead." She shuddered at the thought.

"Come on, it's not nearly as bad as they say it is. Have you ever even been there? Besides, I'm not just boasting, I can handle it. I go to the Wraithmarsh all the flipping time, but just once I want it to be for pleasure, not business." When Rosie didn't answer, Kaylan sighed dramatically, and then said, "I'll pay you a hundred."

Rosie hesitated. "Thousand." She said softly.

Kaylan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A bit much, isn't it?"

The tart shrugged. She hoped her high price would stop all thoughts of this ridiculous Wraithmarsh business, but to her horror the Lady agreed with a smile.

"Fine," Kaylan grinned. "But you better blow my mind for that price, honey pie."

As Rosie sat there in fear and dread, Geoffrey appeared in the doorway.

"Madam, there is a visitor here."

Kaylan looked up. "Oh? Who?"

"Lord Reaver."

The woman gave a huge smile. "My, my, what a wonderful coincidence."

Dun dun dunnn. Will Kaylan and Rosie survive their trek through the haunted marsh? Will Reaver display some of his delightful wit? Will Geoffrey finally get up the nerve to ask for a raise? Stay tuned and find out!
Also, I have no idea when I'll update next, but I'll try my best to do it within the week!