Author's Note:

Well… this chapter… is basically just a smutty kink-fest :D Seriously. I may have gone a little beyond the usual, but it's not my fault. I have no more control over the characters :D There are three stages of this and they're all designated by a different number of asterisks in the kink warnings at the bottom of the chapter, so make sure you avoid anything that makes you uncomfortable, or just avoid the chapter as a whole if you prefer – there's really nothing much to the story there except maybe for the setting, which you can get from the first few paragraphs ;) Though if I could recommend one part you should not skip unless you're really put off by the 'kink', it would be the last marked one (***). It was very fun to write ;)

If you're gonna read… enjoy, I guess? :D

Chapter XVIII – Endless Mirth

Surprisingly enough, it was hard to keep away from the Thalmor presence in the capital.

Maybe it shouldn't have been surprising. Neither of them remembered it being this bad though. There were Altmer addressing crowds in the streets, explaining to them the dangers of giving into 'barbaric propaganda' and 'brainwashing of good citizens'. It really did seem that the civil war had become the talk of Cyrodiil. Maybe the longer it lasted, the more curious it got people. Or maybe they were all just sick of the Thalmor and wondered about the parts of the world that didn't have to conform to them.

Regardless of the reasons, there was always something to remind them around the City. But eventually, it started to blend into the background after the incident at the jewelry store. Aeyrin was focusing more on her excitement about the present she got there for Bishop and about the things she wanted to do in the Imperial City.

Bishop wanted to see a match in the Arena. He and Jules once snuck in there when they were kids to watch one and he kind of wanted to reminisce about that. And Aeyrin mostly wanted to see the districts she hadn't seen in years, even the Arcane University that she was never allowed inside. It was impressive just to see it from behind the gates – all those magical lights floating about and the mages walking by in their fancy opulent robes.

By the end of their stay, they had enjoyed a lot of what the City had to offer. But there was still one place that Aeyrin was dying to see again now that they had enough money for that.

The Imbel's House of Mirth. The most luxurious brothel in the Empire. Or so they claimed. Maybe there was something more fancy in Hammerfell, but who knew? It wasn't exactly the 'brothel' part that lured her in. They held raunchy performances, bards playing suggestive songs or plays that weren't concerned with propriety. Surprisingly enough, the brothel was the height of culture in the City. She had been there once before to see a bard play. She learned one song from him that Bishop occasionally pestered her to share, but she had never actually sung it before.

Still, she was eager to see what more the brothel had to offer. And she knew that Bishop would be all for that.

They walked across the Tiber Septim Plaza until they reached the large mansion where the brothel was housed. It was decorated by beautifully ornate red lanterns by the entrance and a large sign above the door. And there was a notice board with today's program posted on it. It was just a name that Aeyrin didn't recognize – there wasn't any description of what the artist would do, but she still wanted to see. It was their last night here and it felt fitting to spend it here, away from any Thalmor and the Legion, just enjoying a bit of taboo culture. And besides, Bishop had never been here before.

"Hey, didn't you say that they have some midnight shows or something?" He pondered as he looked at the notice board. "Is that the same guy for that or are there… not any?"

"Oh, they don't advertise the midnight shows," Aeyrin explained. She had never seen more than one name there on the board. "I don't even know if they're real. It's like an urban legend. People talk about them being very… daring, but I've never actually met anyone who had been to one. Then again… I didn't meet many people who'd been to the House of Mirth at all."

"We gotta find out if those are real," Bishop smirked. "We got money – that's got to open some doors here."

"Maybe," Aeyrin chuckled. "The one time I was here, I only had enough for the show. I could barely even afford a drink on top of that. I ran off right after the performance before someone tried to sell me something."

"That bad, huh?" It was gonna be an expensive evening from the sounds of it. But who cared? They got the money for almost nothing and they definitely deserved to spend it on something fun after everything they'd been through.

"Let's go. The show will start soon," she nudged him. She hoped it would be a bard. She had never seen a play before, but she still hoped for a bard. She really missed hearing some creative music – anything but 'Ragnar the Red'.

The brothel was already filled with people. Mostly nobles, from the look of them, but in their new clothes, the two didn't look that out of place. Nobody was actually dressed in gowns or anything too fancy – just the regular things one would see the richer folks walk around the street in.

The place looked just like Aeyrin had remembered. It was as if someone looked at a painting of the Myriad Realms of Revelry in one of the books about the Daedra they had in the temple, and then tried to decorate this place to its likeness. There were lanterns and flowers everywhere, with lavish silk drapes to close the place off from the moons and the passers-by on the streets alike.

There were a lot of employees walking around in scanty clothes that still looked fancier than anything either of them had ever owned.

"Fifty septims each," a voice distracted them from taking in the scenery. There was a host at the door, collecting money.

It was steep. But they knew that even before they went in.

"What about the midnight show?" Bishop asked promptly. He was really curious about that. Surely it wasn't just a legend.

"Ah… a hundred and twenty each if you want to stay for the midnight show," the man nodded.

That was even worse. Fuck. But… when would they have another opportunity like this? A week ago they wouldn't have had the money. It was the perfect time to do this. Whatever it was. Neither of them actually knew what they were getting into. But it was supposed to be very daring, so how could that ever go wrong?

"Alright," Aeyrin nodded before Bishop could ponder out the answer. It looked like she was just as curious as he was.

They paid their fees and moved inside the brothel. There was only a large room visible in front of them – one with a lot of tables and a stage. Only about three tables were free anymore. And some more people were already coming in behind them. They were both curious whether the host would continue to sell spots even after all the tables were taken, but that was not their concern right now.

They made their way towards a small table for two at the side of the room. It looked perfect – a little hidden, but they still had a nice view of the stage.

Soon enough, one of the employees approached their table. They had barely managed to settle in. She was dressed in a flowing green dress, but it was entirely see-through. She only wore undergarments below, along with some stockings and that breast prison that Aeyrin had been forced to wear her first time at the Solitude ball.

She did look oddly classy though.

"Drinks? We have a wide selection of wines, mixed drinks or ales," she smiled at them while she gestured towards the bar at the side of the room, with another employee working there and a large notice board with all the various drinks written there. There were so many of them. How could anyone choose? "Or… I could have our bartender surprise you," she winked when she saw their conflicted expressions.

"Fine, surprise us," Bishop smirked. They might as well go with the flow here.

It was an intriguing atmosphere through and through. The lights were dim, there was scent of perfume and flowers all around and everyone seemed in a good mood. It looked like it would be an enjoyable evening.

They sat there for a while, admiring the place, before the employee brought them their drinks. They were clearly mixed drinks with a lot of fruits decorating them. Aeyrin's was bright red, maybe something wine-based, with strawberries on the tray and rim and those decorative watermelon pieces from the market. Bishop's was yellow with some orange and apple slices and a cinnamon stick inside. Those looked actually really good.

The drinks were very sweet, but they both had quite the kick.

After some time when they just chatted about their impressions of the place and tasted each other's drinks, finally someone walked up on the stage.

He did look like a bard, especially with that ridiculous hat with a feather on it – just like Alec had. A proper pompous Imperial bard. Soon, their suspicions were confirmed when a harp was moved by some employees from behind the curtains onto the stage.

Bishop leaned back in his seat as he sipped his drink. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not. He wasn't sure what he wanted to see, he just never really liked listening to the singing unless it was Aeyrin's voice. And he liked her songs. Then again, at least this guy's songs might be interesting, given what this place was.

He was willing to try and enjoy the squawking.

…

The performance was actually fun.

Bishop didn't really care for the man's singing – he had a voice that reminded him all too much of the flowery yapping that Alec always did. But the songs were fun. None of them were exactly dirty or explicit, but they were certainly suggestive enough for everyone to get the hint. The whole room laughed a lot and often it was pretty amusing. It was better than Bishop had expected.

He did keep pestering Aeyrin, asking about her own song that she had learnt here the last time. He hoped it was much more explicit, but Aeyrin proved to be tight-lipped about it. That was just an invitation for him to keep trying though. He wanted to hear that song dammit! Why would she be so shy about it in front of him of all people? They were in a brothel together for fuck's sake!

Ah well, he would get it out of her one day.

The bard's performance was over in two hours, leaving everyone in the room in a rambunctious and somewhat drunken mood. Bishop and Aeyrin asked for the bartender's surprise two more times and they always got something new. It was no less strong though. Things were starting to get into the pleasant light fuzziness of inebriation. They didn't really worry anymore about how much they would be charged for those drinks after. This was a time to enjoy themselves.

Soon after the bard had left, the employees began to usher a lot of people out of the brothel. Most of the people seemed very disgruntled, but they couldn't do anything about it. Especially with the muscled house-guards that suddenly appeared by the doors.

Everyone left Bishop and Aeyrin alone though, along with several other people. And new ones began to come inside. It was almost time for the midnight show.

The employees began to snuff out some of the lanterns, leaving only very few lit. The room suddenly seemed much more dim, much more intriguing. Some people began to light tobacco pipes and everyone was being served more drinks. Most of the employees also removed their see-through dresses. Not that it did anything. There was still the same amount of them to be seen – meaning anything not covered by their undergarments – but it still added to the atmosphere somewhat.

"So… wanna bet on what's gonna happen?" Bishop whispered to Aeyrin with a barely subdued chuckle. He was starting to get excited.

"Hmm… I really don't know…" Aeyrin pondered. "Maybe someone will undress completely."

That was a possibility. Bishop nodded thoughtfully.

"What do you think?" She whispered back at him when he didn't offer his own hypothesis.

"Hmm… they're gonna snuff out all the lights, get us way too drunk, fill the room with tobacco smoke and then rob us blind," he laughed. He clearly didn't think that was gonna happen. Though it would be a pretty clever trick. "Nah, it's just gonna be more… art. Maybe they'll finally do something less 'suggestive' and grow some balls to say shit outright," he smirked.

If so, Aeyrin was excited for more music. She loved the bard. He was funny and he had a lovely voice. She did not go to him to ask for more songs though. Bishop would keep trying to make her perform them in public if she did, she just knew it.

And she would definitely not mind something even more daring.

They discussed the possibilities a bit more, but they didn't really come up with much more. They would just have to wait and see.

After a while, people began to walk up on the stage again. This time it was a woman and a man. They were both dressed in fancy clothes, as if they were actually going to a ball. Maybe it was some kind of a play.

Aeyrin shuffled a little closer to Bishop with her chair. They've been surprisingly appropriate, despite their inebriation and despite where they were. She kind of missed him pawing at her all the time though. He always did when he was drunk. What gives? But as soon as she wrapped her arm around him and nuzzled into his side, he responded. His arm snuck behind her back and he wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer as he nibbled briefly on the tip of her ear. Neither of them stopped watching the stage though, not even for a bit.

* The two people on stage soon approached each other. They expected them to start talking or playing some kind of scene or something, but instead, those two suddenly embraced each other in an intimate hug and they started to kiss. Rather passionately.

Aeyrin's eyes widened at that. She didn't see that coming. Maybe it was the start of the play. They were supposed to pretend to be a couple, likely. But after a moment of that, and some groping, the man grabbed the woman's dress and began to rip.

There was an applause when the man managed to rip the torso of her gown, revealing the corset beneath. It yielded so easily, as if it was meant to be ripped. The woman let out a gasp, but she promptly reached out for the man's doublet and ripped at it in the same fashion, baring his chest to the crowd and earning another applause.

"Well, you did say someone might get naked," Bishop smirked. Though he didn't really expect that kind of performance. Exactly how far was this going to go?

The man ripped the woman's skirt in one smooth motion, bearing her undergarments. That earned a lot of satisfied murmurs from the crowd. And even more when she ripped off his trousers too. What were these clothes made from? Aeyrin knew exactly how hard it was to actually rip someone's trousers off. She tried before. It was hard.

The two 'actors' were determined not to leave anything to the imagination though. Their strange play continued as they started to tear at each other's undergarments before they were both completely naked there. They tossed the last remnants of their clothes into the audience and few of the eager patrons caught them in their hands.

That was the end of the preamble, apparently. The woman placed her hands on the man's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees, leaving him to display his chiseled body with his already hard cock to the crowd. She pressed his head into her crotch, letting the whole audience see as he started to kiss her and lick her there eagerly.

Aeyrin averted her eyes from the scene, probably more out of instinct than anything else. She was really caught off guard by this. She really didn't expect the midnight performances to go like this. Her whole face burned as she wasn't sure whether she should look or not. It felt really strange. The people were right there, performing intimate moments to so many patrons. The wet sounds and the woman's moans echoed through the entire room. This was making her really uncomfortable.

"I really don't know who won the bet now," Bishop whispered with a slight chuckle leaving his lips. He did watch the 'show' for a while, but when he saw that Aeyrin wasn't, he got a little uncertain too. He felt a little weird in this situation. How was anyone supposed to act? Some of the patrons around were actually cheering and calling out for the actors to do various things to each other.

He started to focus on Aeyrin instead, stroking her hip softly and turning to her to nip at her ear again. That was much more pleasant. At least he knew what to do here.

"Uhm… careful… or they're gonna ask us to do stuff too," Aeyrin giggled in discomfort. Seriously, what was she supposed to do? She wasn't really interested in watching other people have sex, but sometimes her eyes wandered there almost involuntarily, as if in a strange fascination. By now, as the moans still filled the room, the woman moved on all fours and the man positioned himself behind her, teasing her opening with his cock for all to see.

How could they even bring themselves to do this?

"I don't think anyone even knows we're here," Bishop smirked as he whispered into her ear. They were all definitely preoccupied watching the 'performance'.

"They seriously don't mind people watching them?" Aeyrin looked at the stage again with trepidation, just as the man thrusted inside the woman, eliciting a loud applause and few cheers from the crowd. How could they be comfortable with this?

"I don't know, guess I wouldn't give a shit if it was with anyone but you," Bishop only shrugged before he continued to nip at her ear teasingly.

Wait, what?

"What does that mean?" Aeyrin frowned a little. He wouldn't mind people watching him with anyone but her? What was wrong with her?

"Well I don't want anyone leering at you. Not even when you're clothed," Bishop snickered. "You know, I never really gave a shit about any other girl I've been with – whether she was fucking someone else or whatever. It's just… you. You bring it out in me."

Alright, that was kind of sweet. And she would definitely go crazy if she had to suffer people leering at Bishop too. She definitely knew where he was coming from.

"Is this… doing anything for you?" She asked uncertainly as she looked back at the couple on stage again. It just made her feel embarrassed. The only time she felt warm in a good way was when Bishop nipped at her ear or when his hand wandered lower on her buttocks.

"Eh, I've seen it all before," Bishop shrugged. "Bandits aren't too concerned about privacy. I'm more turned on by imagining doing this to you."

"Y-yeah…" she nodded a bit. She did kind of keep imagining just going somewhere alone with Bishop. That would be much more enjoyable and it wouldn't make her embarrassed.

The performance lasted a surprisingly long time.

Bishop and Aeyrin watched sparsely, more out of curiosity than the same excitement as the rest of the crowd who obviously knew what they were in for. Most of the time, however, they just concentrated on each other. And at one point at a man that was getting chastised by one of the employees for openly pleasuring himself during the performance. That was apparently forbidden. Well… there probably had to be some line somewhere.

When the performance was over, Aeyrin let out a breath of relief and clapped, only because the others were too. The audience began to disperse quickly, though some still stayed sitting by their tables to finish their drinks.

"One more drink?" Aeyrin suggested. She felt like she needed one after this.

"Sure," Bishop nodded. "To celebrate another mystery solved." If nothing else, at least they found out what these midnight performances entailed.

They waited a while, but no employee stopped by their table, so Aeyrin decided to go grab their drinks at the bar directly instead. Maybe her cheeks would stop burning with the brisk walk.

As Bishop leaned back in his chair again, watching the remaining crowd impassively, he noticed that a lot of the employees were actually busy doing something else. They seemed to be approaching the remaining people there and then leading them towards a door on the side. And some were just joining them at their tables, sitting on people's laps or just sitting near enough to run their hands over them. This was the proper 'brothel' part, presumably.

And surely enough, before he knew it, a young Breton girl in purple lingerie approached him with a seductive smile.

"Not interested," he shook his head right away. Hopefully she would just go away and not get pushy. Maybe they should have forgone that last drink. He quickly looked towards Aeyrin to make sure nobody was pestering her.

"Ah. Would you like a private room?" The Breton asked again, tearing his attention away from Aeyrin at the bar.

"It's not the privacy," Bishop smirked. "I'm not interested."

"No, I mean… you're accompanied here," the girl nodded knowingly. "Would you and your partner prefer to rent a private room for the night?"

"You rent our rooms with whores in them?" Bishop cocked his head at her. For couples? That was interesting, but he still wasn't interested in anyone joining them at all. Nobody got to touch Aeyrin but him. And apparently that dead Altmer asshole in Chorrol… but he wasn't gonna think about that now.

"Concubines," the Breton scowled at him promptly.

"Right. Sorry," Bishop sighed. He forgot – this was a fancy place. Everyone just called them whores in Skyrim. What was the big deal?

"We do," the girl finally answered. "But we also rent out rooms without our employees in them. They're for couples or groups to enjoy together in privacy."

Ah. That was something else then. But still, this place was so expensive with everything and they already had a room paid for at the King and Queen. Still, it made him curious about how much exactly they would ask for such a room.

"How much? For an empty one."

"Hundred and fifty drakes for the night," the girl beamed, clearly happy about getting a customer.

'Hundred and fifty drakes'?! That was even more insane than he had anticipated.

"For a room?!" Bishop scoffed. "You're fucking kidding. Even the Septim Hotel is cheaper. And it's right across the plaza." It was the fanciest inn in the City and it was right there. Opposite this building. Who would pay this much for an empty room here?

"Well… they do not offer the same… services as we do at the Hotel," the Breton chuckled a bit.

"You said the room wouldn't have… 'concubines'," he raised his brow at her.

"No. But there are various… items and outfits there you might come to enjoy exploring. We provide them to our customers whether to use with our employees or with whomever else they choose. And I assure you that everything is tended to and cleaned properly after each night," she nodded diligently.

What? 'Items and outfits'? Seriously? They sold nights in rooms with toys and shit?

Hmm…

Alright, that did sound kind of interesting. They were already at a brothel – they might as well make use of the place properly, not just getting uncomfortable with the performance. After all, this was a once in a while opportunity. Especially since this was probably the last time they had the money to actually waste on this. He was really curious. Even if they didn't make use of the… 'services', he really wanted to see all this place had to offer. He wasn't sure if it was creepy or exciting, but he was just too curious to pass it up.

"Fine. We'll take one of those rooms," he nodded.

"Excellent. I'll get you a key. You'll be charged for your drinks tonight and for the room when you leave," the Breton beamed again as she skipped away from him, right when Aeyrin appeared with two more colorful drinks in her hand.

"Did you get hit on already?" She chuckled a little as she sat down. She was glad she was back though. She didn't want more of the employees hovering around Bishop.

"Kind of," Bishop smirked. "We're staying for tonight."

"What?!" Aeyrin gasped in shock and her eyes went instantly towards the courtesan that was just talking to Bishop. "W-with…?" With her? She didn't want anyone else with them! Did Bishop want that? Why would he not ask her first? He must have known this would make her uncomfortable.

"No," Bishop instantly dismissed her worries. "Just us."

"But we already have a room," Aeyrin gave him a confused look. Why pay for a second one?

"I know. But this one's supposed to be… special. And I really wanna know what's in it," he grinned.

She had no idea what that meant. But… well… they were already here. They might as well see what was special about some room.

And another drink would certainly help, whatever it was going to be.

…

** At least their room looked worth the price.

Aeyrin and Bishop couldn't hide their awe as their eyes roamed over it. It was a grand room, with an enormous bed with bright red silk sheets on it. There was a naked statue of Dibella made out of marble in the corner of the room, and the decorations matched those downstairs – wreaths of flowers and dim colorful lanterns everywhere. There was a long table by one of the walls filled with fruits – grapes, oranges and strawberries and more decorative watermelons. And there were several bottles of wine on top of the table as well. It was nothing to scoff at.

There was one more door in the room. Was that a private bathing room? Aeyrin certainly felt intrigued by that. Especially since she still didn't really fully recover from the embarrassment from the midnight show and all the alcohol. She felt like she needed to feel some icy water on her face to calm herself down a bit. Even if it was somewhat pointless, given what they were planning to do here.

"This is… amazing," she gasped in astonishment, still looking over the room. "I'm… gonna go see if I can freshen up there," she pointed towards the closed door.

"Alright. Don't take too long," Bishop smirked at her. This room was practically begging to be fucked in all night long.

As Aeyrin scurried towards the presumed bathing room, Bishop kicked off his boots and plopped himself down on the giant bed. Fuck, it was so soft. And the sheets were all shiny and slippery. He didn't know what kind of material that was, but it felt good. Even cold. He missed cold.

But he was more interested in something else. So… where were these… 'items'? He should really explore the nightstands.

In the meantime, Aeyrin discovered another room that was larger than she had expected. The bathing room had a big marble tub in it, along with a washbasin. No wonder this place was so expensive. It really was the most luxurious thing she had ever seen.

But that wasn't all. She quickly splashed some water from the basin on her face and looked around. There was also a closet there. She was curious what was in there. People didn't tend to rent these rooms for more than a night, right? That was way too expensive. And who would need a closet for one night only?

She opened up the closet door and looked inside. There were things there, neatly folded and in various colors. She grabbed the first one she saw – something bright red. And when she unfurled it, she finally noticed what it was. It was the same outfit that the employees downstairs were wearing – lacy corset and undergarments along with stockings.

Hmm… should she? It was there for the guests to wear, right? And she knew that Bishop liked this sort of stuff on her – at least he really seemed to when she wore it at their afterparty after the first Solitude ball. Especially the stockings. The corset looked different than the one she had back then. It was stretchy and it even had small hooks like her last dress to close it around her torso. She wouldn't have been able to lace it on her own after all, but this looked doable. And what was more important, the whole outfit looked really clean. She checked carefully. After all, many people may have worn it before her. But it really looked as good as new. Of course it did – this was a respected establishment and they couldn't afford leaving their customers with used and filthy clothes to wear.

It was really tempting. And Bishop had a point – while they were here, they should make use of everything they could to enjoy themselves. They were certainly getting charged enough for that.

She quickly started to take off her clothes in order to wear the lingerie. She couldn't wait to see Bishop's reaction.

Bishop was still rummaging in the nightstands in the meantime. One of them had a bunch of somewhat familiar things – there were a lot of massage oils, some scented lotions and shit like that. He didn't really feel like experimenting with the smells too much, he just left one of the oils on the nightstand in case they needed it.

The other nightstand was more interesting. Half of the stuff that was in there he didn't even have any idea what they were for. Some looked downright intimidating. Like these weird tiny belts and some metal rings. What the fuck was that? There were also some metal cuffs there. Those were more interesting. Some paddles and whips. Those… not so much. Aeyrin did like being spanked, but he had a feeling that these would be a bit over the top for her. And him, for that matter. He really didn't wanna actually hurt her. The thought made him uncomfortable.

There were some other things that he could easily imagine what those were for. Mainly because the shape was somewhat… anatomically correct. They were mostly made out of carefully polished wood in various sizes. That could be fun to play with if Aeyrin was into it. Where was she anyway? It was taking her a while.

Just before he decided to go see what she was up to, the door to the other room opened.

Aeyrin walked in wearing bright red lingerie. A corset that for once didn't make her breasts look smaller, but mostly squished them upwards to make them look even more tempting. Some lace undergarments and those damn stockings with laces on her thighs. Fuck, she looked amazing. Bishop was left staring at her. He was pretty sure that his mouth was ajar throughout.

He completely forgot that he was still holding a wooden cock in his hand.

"Uhm…?" Aeyrin gave him a questioning look, though she couldn't hide the pleased smile that formed on her lips after his reaction.

"Fuck," Bishop still ignored the thing in his hand as he stared at her. "You look fucking perfect."

"I don't know if someone forgot these here or…" Aeyrin chuckled a little bashfully. It did make her excited to have him look at her like that. She kind of wished clothes like these weren't too impractical to wear on any other day. But then again, it wouldn't be so special if they were.

"Who cares?" Bishop smirked. "You're fucking gorgeous in that. Come here," he urged her as he still lounged on the bed. Before she made her way over to him though, she still had one question.

"What'cha got there?" She giggled a little at what he was still holding in his hand.

"Oh," Bishop laughed. He completely forgot about what he was doing before when he saw her in those clothes. "That's… I was exploring. Wanted to see all this room had to offer," he smirked. "Nothing compares to that though. Or… you in that," his eyes roamed over her form appreciatively.

Aeyrin walked over to him at last. He couldn't wait to touch her. Even that short walk across the room felt like forever. He tossed the toy back onto the nightstand and, the second she was near enough, he grabbed her by the hips and toppled her onto himself, eliciting a surprised yelp from her. He gripped her buttcheeks in his hands promptly and pulled her towards him. The gasps of surprise at his sudden movements gave him the perfect opportunity to promptly envelop her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against her own and exploring her.

She let out a muffled moan against his mouth while her hands snuck across his lower abdomen, below the fabric of his shirt. She rolled up the cloth a bit to get access to his skin before she broke the kiss and began to move her lips down his jaw and his neck. She relished the moment there for a bit, pressing her soft lips against the prickly stubble there as her tongue occasionally trailed a hot line on his skin.

Bishop did not stay idle throughout that. His hands kept exploring the hems of her borrowed outfit eagerly. His fingers ran below the lace of her stockings on her upper thighs, then sneaking under the side of the undergarments on her hip. He searched for a while to see how the corset worked, but he wasn't able to figure it out. It didn't matter much though. It was clearly not as firm as the one she had worn before. It was going to be much easier to get access to where he wanted.

He moved his hands to the straps on her shoulders and pulled them down languidly, planting kisses on her skin there in the meantime. Everything felt so heated – even her skin. She was usually a bit colder than this, temperature-wise. The drinks and this place apparently had a quick effect on anyone.

Aeyrin accommodated him and she pulled her arms free of the straps. The corset still remained covering her breasts, but Bishop quickly rolled it down her flesh, exposing her tits while leaving the rest of the garment on, covering her stomach. There. It looked even better like this.

Bishop gripped her sides and flipped her over on the bed until she ended up on her back. He was on top of her in no time, eager to start kissing her in that position all over again, but he did notice her eyes wander for a brief moment from him towards the nightstand.

"You wanna try that thing?" Bishop smirked at her, promptly eliciting a nervous chuckle and a fierce blush from her.

"I don't know…" she shrugged a bit, as much as she could with his pinning her down like that. She was kind of curious about how different it would feel.

Bishop only let out an affectionate laugh at her lack of an answer. That meant 'yes'. She was just too embarrassed to say it. So fucking cute.

"Alright," he nodded. "But first, I'm having my fun getting you out of these clothes. Some of them at least."

She let out a pleased groan when he leaned down to suck on her exposed nipple eagerly. She certainly wouldn't complain about that. Especially since she knew that getting rid of clothes was never without the proper amount of groping and kissing.

He spent quite some time playing with her breasts, sending tingles across her spine constantly with every kiss, squeeze and nibble. She did want to even things out a bit though and she managed to interrupt him at one point to drape his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

After a while, Bishop moved his kisses lower, only briefly planting them on her clothed stomach, before he finally reached her groin. He didn't pull down her undergarments yet. First, she felt him press a finger into the fabric, squeezing it between her folds. She let out a moan as he began to rub her softly with the cloth. The lace was somewhat rough on her sensitive skin, but it still felt good. Especially since she knew he would soon replace the roughness of it with his soft tongue.

Bishop rubbed her until he felt the fabric get more soaked in her wetness under his fingers. And then, he finally started to pull the undergarments down her thighs and over her stockings. Those would stay in place. Fuck, he loved how she looked in those.

Aeyrin arched her back in anticipation when she felt his warm breath on her exposed sensitive skin. She was so eager to feel his tongue on her already, but of course he would decide to tease her a bit by keeping her in anticipation.

It was fortunate that he didn't keep that up for long this time though.

His tongue ran through her folds a moment later as his hands moved towards her thighs. He ran his hands over the lacy hems of her stockings in order to spread her legs a bit more, but she had a suspicion he just wanted to play with the clothing. Not that she minded. Or cared at that moment. Especially when he was doing that with his tongue.

She let out a low moan when he moved one of his hands to tease her slit a bit more and slid his tongue inside her. She was starting to feel the familiar tension rise in her quickly – no wonder with the preamble that they had even before this. Though Bishop seemed determined to spend more time pleasuring her like this.

She let out soft whimpers as his treatment of her flesh continued, watching him busying himself in between her thighs. After a while though, he raised his gaze to her and stopped.

"Close your eyes," he ordered. She wasn't sure what would come next, but she didn't care. Whatever it was, she was sure it was going to be good. She let her head fall back onto the soft pillow and closed her eyes, trying to focus only on his touch on her body. His fingers kept teasing her, but his lips were gone. And a moment later, she felt something else.

An unfamiliar flowery scent entered her nostrils for a moment. And then, something very cold and slick pressed gently between her folds, eliciting a yelp from her. It probably wasn't that cold, but all she could feel before was the heat coming off hers and Bishop's bodies. Now there was something smooth pressing against her sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine.

He was definitely right about getting her to close her eyes. The unfamiliar sensations were so much more intriguing that way. Especially when Bishop started to slowly press the thing against her opening and push gently inside.

The fact that it was colder than his body felt strange. Not bad exactly. It was something new to experience. It did make her imagine him taking her instead, no matter how many times he had done that before, but she was still eager to have this toy fill her as well. Bishop's lips moved back towards her crotch, his tongue focusing on her clit while he continued to slide the thing inside her. That was such a strange sensation. But the jolts it was sending through her body were unmistakable.

She felt the toy bury itself deep inside her a moment later and she let out a moan instinctively. And then another when Bishop began to pull it out again, then in once more. His pace seemed deliberately slow, making her feel every motion, while he still concentrated on her clit with his mouth. The hand that wasn't 'operating' the toy was still firmly pressing into the flesh of her thigh, as if he was trying to keep her legs spread desperately – it was more likely that he was just pent up himself and getting tense.

Aeyrin felt herself get closer to her release as he quickened the pace of the toy for a while, but then, he suddenly stopped. She almost gave him a shocked look, but she forced herself to keep her eyes still closed. It was better that way. She just waited for whatever would come next.

The toy didn't move, only remaining deep inside her as she listened to the sounds. She heard some fumbling and some shuffling of the soft sheets. There was some quiet cursing, the kind that she often heard from Bishop when he wanted to get his clothes off much quicker than was humanly possible. After a while, the bed dipped next to her at last. She felt Bishop's presence next to her, his hand sneaking up to squeeze one of her exposed breasts before it moved to her side and urged her to turn over.

She did just that, with a little whimper leaving her lips as she squeezed the toy inside firmly with the movement. She turned to the side to face him, though she still kept her eyes closed, and she eagerly draped her leg over his.

She felt a heated kiss on her lips a second later, but Bishop pulled back all too soon. And this time she could feel the familiar heat of his hard cock pressing against her stomach before he readjusted himself and placed it between her parted thighs.

"You like this?" She could practically hear the smirk in his voice when his hand touched the toy again and pushed it a tiny bit further inside her. She didn't think that was still possible.

"Uh-huh," she gasped. It was unfamiliar, but very pleasant, especially now when it no longer felt so cold. It was just… very hard. And it filled her mind with all sorts of ideas with Bishop's cock moving slowly between her thighs, teasing her.

"You want me inside instead?" He chuckled a bit. He certainly wanted that. He was already aching to take her.

Aeyrin didn't answer for a while though. Her eyes stayed close, but now instead of the relaxed appearance her face had, it seemed like she was forcing them to stay shut. Her cheeks got even redder than before – he could usually tell that she was more embarrassed than just heated from their ministrations that way. Or drunk. They were both still pretty drunk after all. Maybe he was imagining it. But her next actions reassured him that he was not.

She shifted a little, still keeping her eyes shut, but the telltale bite of her lower lip followed.

"Uhm… kind of… not… exactly…" she stammered a bit.

Bishop would have been actually pretty hurt by that, but she soon shifted a bit more on the sheets until his cock slid between her thighs and its tip poked into her backside.

"Are you serious?" Bishop's eyes went wide at her and she finally opened her own. The blush did not disappear from her face for a second and she looked like she wanted to avert her gaze instantly, but she willed herself to talk.

"I'm… kind of… curious. How it would… feel," she bit her lip again, this time it even looked quite painful as she flinched instantly at her own actions.

"Fuck. You don't have to tell me twice," Bishop smirked eagerly. Before she could react in any way, he gripped her by the hips, disentangled himself from their close embrace and he flipped her over onto her stomach. She let out a loud shocked yelp at first, then a slightly nervous giggle at his antics. She did not wait much longer to lift herself up on her knees though, keeping her head on the pillow and her hands gripping it tightly in anticipation. All those movements made the toy inside her feel so intense.

Bishop moved his hand to the toy once more and pulled it out again, almost all the way, then slowly back in, eliciting another moan from her.

"Is this alright? Comfortable?" He asked while he ran his fingers over her clit teasingly, as if even while he reassured himself that she was fine with this, he still couldn't help but arouse her further.

"Yeah. It's good," she nodded. She was kind of getting used to having that thing inside her. The feeling of constant fullness when Bishop wasn't pulling it out was what made her mind wander to what else they could try. She couldn't believe she actually thought of doing that. She must have been really drunk. But it wasn't as if she cared. She was just excited right now.

She moved her head to the side when nothing happened for a while – to see what Bishop was doing. He was currently busying himself by the other nightstand, trying to open some small vial with an even smaller stopper. He did manage in the end, though the vial slipped a bit in his hand and spilled its contents all over it. Now his entire palm glistened with what must have been some massage oil. The flowery scent was kind of… overwhelming, but she recognized it from before. It must have been the same thing he put on the toy. Well… it was his own fault for assuming they would only need it for that and closing it again.

Aeyrin only let out a chuckle at his antics, which made him finally notice that he was being watched. He did only smirk and shrug in response though before he disappeared from her sight again, arranging himself behind her on the bed. And soon enough, she felt his cold, slippery fingers tease around her ring of muscles.

The feeling of his finger sliding inside her while the toy was there was not that unfamiliar. After all, he had done that lots of times when his cock was buried in her. She was still curious about more though. Especially when he slid a second finger inside to coat her with the oil.

He spent quite some time doing that, more so than usually when they did this. He may have been overly concerned about it this time. It was kind of sweet. Even though it was just making her more frustrated. After a while though, he finally stopped and she waited in anticipation before the oiled head of his cock pressed against her.

"If you need me to stop at any point…"

"I know! Come on!" She interrupted him impatiently. She felt a little embarrassed about being so blatantly keen, but the worries dissipated from her mind soon when Bishop let out a hearty laugh.

"Fine, fine. So bossy," he chuckled once more, but he didn't wait any longer.

The amount of oil made it all too easy, though Bishop did hold himself back to go slow. The second the head of his cock spread her and slipped inside her though, she let out a loud grunt and squeezed the pillow hard in her hands.

Gods, she felt so full. It was… odd. But exciting. Really exciting. But Bishop seemed to stop at that.

"You alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah. Just fuck me, please," she moaned into the pillow. She couldn't help it. Through all this she still didn't get to come yet and this was just making her more and more excited. She wanted to feel him deeper along with that hard toy already buried in her. This time he didn't even need to tease her to say it. She knew that this was a sure way to stop him from worrying about her and just letting the actions take over too.

Bishop let out another chuckle, but he definitely didn't need to be reassured anymore. He began sliding deeper inside her, eliciting more grunts and gasps as he went in. Fuck, she felt much tighter than usual. As if he could feel the toy there, separated by a thin layer of her flesh. He could actually feel the ridges of its head when he went deep enough. That was weird. But it felt so fucking good. And even better when it left Aeyrin biting the pillow hard and sending muffled moans into it.

His hand was still oiled and when he tried to grip her buttocks, it kept slipping, so instead he moved it to knead her breast. They would definitely need a bath after this. He did grip her hip firmly with the other hand though as he began thrusting inside her. Aeyrin kept pushing herself against him, not really even giving him a chance to go slow, and he was more than eager to start off with a rough pace if she was.

He expected her to start touching herself to bring herself over the edge at last after so much time, but her hands still kept gripping the pillow. She merely kept arching her back more and more, to get to some angle she was apparently enjoying, until she seemed satisfied and concentrated on bucking against him.

Fuck, he wanted to take that pillow from her to hear her moan. But even muffled, those sounds were good. He kept thrusting into her for a while, still a little dazed from how fucking tight she felt, despite the oil making his motions easier. Soon though, she squeezed around him as a long, steady moan echoed against the pillow and he could feel her twitch inside.

He didn't even need to move anymore. That sent him right over the edge with her. He let out a loud grunt of his own as he buried himself as much into her as he could and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her body off the bed, along with the pillow that she apparently didn't realize she should let go of, and he pulled her back to press her against his chest while he came inside her.

They stayed like that for a while until Aeyrin finally let go of that pillow. Their chests heaved with heavy panting and the sweat on their bodies stuck them together, but the heavy breaths were hard to mistake for anything else that satisfaction.

"Fuck… I did not… see that coming," Bishop chuckled breathlessly. Who knew she would suggest this? "That was fucking amazing."

"Y-yeah," she stammered, letting a little chuckle escape her lips as well. "Me… neither." She didn't know what had gotten into her with that idea, but she could hardly complain about it after that.

After a while, Bishop slowly lowered her back into her previous position on her knees and he carefully withdrew from her. A moment later his hand went to the toy inside her and he began to pull that out too.

Good, she was starting to feel a little over-sensitive. Although it suddenly felt so strange to be this… empty.

Bishop plopped down onto the bed somewhat exhaustedly and she followed suit, flipping herself over on her back and lying beside him.

"I'm surprised there's no mirror on the ceiling," he chuckled a little as he stared into the emptiness above.

"On the ceiling? Like to watch…? Oh… well… mirrors can be… fun too," Aeyrin let out a soft giggle. There was one more unforgettable night in her mind now after he mentioned that.

"Yeah," Bishop smirked.

They stayed silent for a while. Still trying to calm their bodies a bit. A bath was probably in order now. And then definitely some more fun. They simply had to enjoy this room when they were paying so much for it. It only made sense.

And after a while of silence, Aeyrin finally asked the question that's been burning on her mind for a few minutes now.

"So… what other stuff did you find here?"

…

*** "What's this one for?" Aeyrin pulled out another thing from the nightstand, her speech slurring a little bit as she asked.

They decided to take a bath after their experimentations with the toy and it only made sense to take some of the wine and fruit in there with them. It… did lead to more interesting things that evening. It must have been almost morning, but they were still up, they've had some more fun with those handcuffs too, and some more wine.

Now they were mostly looking at the toys in interest, pondering on their use.

"No fucking idea," Bishop laughed as she examined the ring in Aeyrin's hand. He saw that before. He had no clue.

"No idea! Drink!" Aeyrin giggled. They had to drink anytime they didn't know. Which was very often for her. And surprisingly often for Bishop too. Though he did explain to her that the only sex toys that bandits used were torture tools. It was more of a one sided kind of enjoyment. Apparently it was also a matter of availability. Torture tools were easy to find, as sad as that was.

They both took another sip, each from their respective bottles. It just made sense not to risk having goblets on the bed. Bottles were much more practical.

"Next!" Bishop urged her. They haven't found anything else they either wanted to try or knew how to try. But there had to be something.

"That's it," she shrugged. "No more toys."

"Wha? Seriously?" Bishop growled. For that kind of money? Pffft!

"Oh! Les go see the outfits!" Aeyrin beamed at him. She was still kind of wearing hers. Well, she was wearing a part of it. Bishop insisted that she put on the stockings again after their bath.

Bishop's face lit up at the suggestion and they both promptly hopped off the bed, although a little unsteadily.

They made their way to the bathing room once more and Aeyrin opened the closet there with a dramatic flourish. It wasn't that there was much to see there – just neatly folded clothes, but still, they could hopefully find interesting things.

Bishop promptly started to unfurl the differently colored bundles. The white one looked almost like some heavenly gown – except it was all see-through. Then there were differently colored sets of lingerie – corsets and undergarments and stockings. There was some variation in patterns and cuts. When Bishop found one that was actually underwear and a corset sawn together, he promptly dared Aeyrin to try that thing on. He was sure that she would be unable to do it in her drunken state.

She did stumble a lot, but she managed in the end.

After a while though, all the clothes were lying on the ground in a pile and Aeyrin only let out a frustrated sigh.

"Why's it all for girls?" She scoffed. "Is unfair!"

"Pfft, anyone can wear it. Tits or… not tits," Bishop shrugged. Though true, the guys downstairs had these loincloths and shit to wear while the girls wore these. Why wasn't any of that here?

"You couldn't wear it," she giggled at him. 'Anyone'! Right. He would never wear something like this.

"I so can," he gave her a challenging look right away. "You really wanna see?"

Was he really going to wear that? How drunk were they? But she really did want to see if he would do that.

"You're bluffin'," she stuck out her tongue at him. He promptly leaned in after that to slide his tongue against hers teasingly, but he pulled right back.

"Watch me," he smirked. He bent down to grab the first lingerie that came under his hand and started to examine the fastenings. The undergarments part was easy. He could just pull them on, even if he stumbled a bit too. Though it was… small. He managed to fit everything inside, but it was so fucking uncomfortable and… strained. Well, at least he wasn't hard anymore. And he probably wouldn't be anytime soon with how confined he felt. And with how many times they'd already fucked.

The corset though was a much more elaborate thing. He never really got to take off the first one from Aeyrin so he was not sure how…

"You want me to…?" She giggled as she watched him study the thing.

"Sure," he nodded and obediently turned around and pulled the straps onto his arms. Aeyrin promptly grabbed the sides of the corset and wrapped it around his torso. It was very stretched, but the fabric accommodated it, fortunately. So she began to hook all those little hooks there to fasten it.

"There," she chuckled. "You're very… lovely." Bishop looked ridiculous in that. The breast cups were sticking out from his chest and the rest looked like it was made for someone half his size. Which it was. Not to mention the almost overflowing undergarments. He better not put on the stockings – those would definitely get ripped.

"What? I think I look great," Bishop grinned at her as he watched himself in a nearby mirror.

"Oh really?" She laughed. He did not. But… she felt like teasing him. A lot. He was always so confident and unconcerned about what people thought. It was time to prove to him that everyone was worried about shit like that. "How 'bout… 'bout you show someone other than me. You gonna go downstairs?" She giggled.

"Seriously?" Bishop's eyes widened at her suggestion.

"What? You always say… you don't care what people think. And you say you… you look great. Prove it," she smirked.

"Fine!" Bishop nodded. He was not going to back down from a challenge. Especially not when he was drunk! It was a matter of pride. "But… only if you come with." There. Now he had her. She wouldn't agree to that.

"What?" Aeyrin gasped. "No! I can't!" She was at least dressed now, though it was still in lingerie.

"Hypo-hypocrite," he smirked, stammering the word a bit in his inebriation.

"You really wanna… want me to go down… like this?" She gestured to her very revealing outfit.

"Uhm… no," Bishop suddenly scowled as if he realized himself. "Everyone's gonna be ogling you. Horny fuckers. And… you'll steal my thunder." He looked great, but she definitely looked better in the lingerie.

Aeyrin let out an amused giggle at his assessment, though she was still not backing down. He would back down, surely.

"Hah! See? You gotta go alone."

"You know what? Fine. But! You better… better be ready to help me when I start a… a riot like this," he snickered, gesturing to his form in the tight outfit.

"Wait… you… you really gonna go there?" Aeyrin gaped at him in shock. They were just joking around, right?

"You dared me," Bishop smirked. "'Sides, we have a… what's it called? Complaint! Right. Complaint."

Bishop did not wait any longer. He marched back into the room and, apparently to complete the look, he pulled on his black leather shoes. Along with the bright green lingerie, it just looked… ridiculous.

That was that. He was ready. He promptly marched out of their room without a second's hesitation. Gods, she really thought she would prove to him that he cared about what people thought sometimes. Apparently not. What else was she supposed to do but follow? She couldn't really help herself, despite her drunkenness, she put one of her arms over her breasts and the other over her crotch. She was dressed, but not enough for her liking.

Bishop, on the other hand, did no such thing. He marched across the upstairs hallway in his new outfit with his head held high. Gods, that was kind of infuriating. Why wasn't he embarrassed?

It was very fortunate that it was so late. It was almost dawn already. The room downstairs only had about ten people left in it. Regardless, the moment Bishop showed up, they all began to laugh merrily while Aeyrin hid herself as much as she could by the door. Bishop still did not seem to care. He grinned at the people, winking at some of them occasionally.

"How much?" One of the men in the room called out to him with a laugh.

"You can't afford it," Bishop only smirked back.

Aeyrin watched him in second-hand embarrassment. And some admiration. Seriously, how did he not mind? The undergarments were so tight on him, digging into his buttcheeks in a way that must have been really uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to care one bit as he marched towards two of the female employees with everyone's eyes on him.

"Hey," he nodded at them when he stopped in front of them.

"Hello, sir," one of the girls giggled at him while the other one tried to hide her snickers behind her hand. "Fun night?"

"Yeah, but we got a… what was it? A complaint! Yeah," Bishop smirked.

"Ah… what is it, sir?" The woman chuckled, clearly not intending to take him seriously.

"Why do you only have… these things," he gestured to his outfit, "for girls. I had nothing to wear."

The employees, along with all the patrons who had remained quiet to hear Bishop, burst out in a laugh at his complaint.

"What? It's a le-legit complaint," Bishop smirked.

"But sir, you do look lovely," one of the women giggled at him.

"I know! But not every… every bastard's as lucky to pull off everything," he scoffed, eliciting another round of laughs from the audience, along with some hoots from a man and a woman sitting nearest to him. Bishop promptly turned to them with a warning stare. "You two! Eyes up here," he gestured to his face, only earning another laugh.

Aeyrin had to leave her hiding place to see a little better. She still didn't understand how he did this so casually, but he was funny. She wasn't even sure if it was intentional or not. She, on the other hand, still had to hold her arms over her body. But luckily, all eyes were on Bishop.

"Well, sir, the outfits are… distributed randomly. Some rooms have only male outfits," one of the women grinned.

"What? That's stupid! Who needs all those colors? Just put some of each in every room," Bishop waved his hand at her dismissively.

"But then we wouldn't get to see you in this," the second employee giggled, eliciting more hoots and laughs from the crowd.

Bishop seemed like he wanted to say something as he raised his finger at the woman, stumbling a little in the process, but the words died in his mouth soon. After a spell, he only slumped his shoulders with an acknowledging nod.

"Well played."

"Anything else, sir?" The woman smirked at him.

"Nope," Bishop only turned on his heel, steadying himself a bit by the nearby table. The crowd was still laughing and he spotted Aeyrin standing at the back of the room, covering her body and chuckling at him as well. He instantly beamed a proud smile at her.

Unfortunately, the direction of his gaze attracted some onlookers. A few patrons noticed Aeyrin standing in the back, trying desperately to hide her scanty clothing. If she didn't look so blatantly embarrassed, they probably wouldn't have paid her any mind, but this way, the people started to tease her instantly with hoots and whistles.

"Come on, don't be shy!"

"Yeah, show us your tits!"

"Hey!" Bishop scowled at them before he rushed over to her, to stand in front of her. "No gawking! She's mine!"

Aeyrin only let out a soft nervous giggle, hiding behind him from the crowd. Even after all this time when he said it, it still sent pleasant shivers down her spine.

"Come on, sweetness," Bishop turned towards her and grabbed her by the hand. "Let's get away from these… these… lechers."

He sprang into a run soon, dragging her behind him. They didn't stop until they finally made their way back into their lavish room and collapsed onto the bed there.

It took a while of them catching their breath and staring into the ceiling. Everything was still spinning in their drunken haze.

The only thing left to do after that though was to burst out laughing.

…

The next day came soon enough after they disposed of their clothes and dozed off on the comfortable bed. It'd certainly been an eventful and exhausting night.

It was a lazy kind of morning. Or noon. But they knew that they had to leave the room soon. Especially since most of their things were at the King and Queen and they needed to get there before they would lose their room.

It was a little hard to locate their original clothes among the piles of crumpled lingerie all over.

"Shit. Did I really walk down there in this?" Bishop looked incredulously at the green clothes on the floor by his side of the bed. He couldn't believe he even fit in that.

"Yeah," Aeyrin chuckled. She still couldn't really believe it either.

"What the fuck was in that wine?" Bishop smirked. "Or in those drinks." Well, the answer was obvious. Alcohol was enough to be there.

"Well… we did want to experience this place properly," she gave him a wry smile. They had certainly done that. She really thought that they would just see the bard and that was that. The night turned out really… memorable.

As she sifted through the clothes in the bathroom, trying to find hers, she couldn't help but remember how Bishop had been looking at her all night in that lingerie. He really liked the stuff. Maybe she should get something like that too. Not for everyday use – that was too much hassle, but for some special occasions. How much did this stuff even cost though? And would it all be like this or would it just be like that corset that made her suffocate in Solitude?

Or…

Gods, that was bad. But surely the employees didn't keep track of all the outfits they left in the rooms, right? And they had so many. They wouldn't miss one.

"Bish, what color do you like?" She called out to him into the other room.

"Princess, that's a shitty-ass small talk for a hangover day," he laughed.

Granted, but she wanted to keep it at least a little bit of a surprise. She hoped he wouldn't figure out what she was up to.

"I mean like… on me," she explained, though that wasn't much better.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I know you like all the bright colors and shit, but I always liked you the best in black."

'Black'? Has she ever even worn anything properly black?

"Fuck, the way you looked in that black shirt of mine you used to have," Bishop punctuated his point by a suggestive grunt.

Oh that! She did love that shirt. Stupid Calixto – it burned down in his creepy house. But, there was a black set of lingerie on the floor, along with black stockings. Bishop would probably like that on her.

She began to collect it off the floor and folded it neatly so that it would fit into the pouches on her belt. It was very fortunate that it was so small. She did notice that it was also very see-through. All of it. But… Bishop would definitely enjoy that fact too.

She managed to stash the lingerie before she got herself into the rest of her clothes. It was kind of difficult. She was so tired. And they were still planning to head to Cheydinhal today.

Well… maybe for once, they could spring for a carriage. The Cyrodiil roads weren't too exciting anyway.

And at least they could catch up on their sleep.

Kink warnings: (oh boy, where to start)

* live porn,

** sex toys, anal sex, double penetration (with a sex toy),

*** public cross-dressing (is that one?)