Mr. Bright needed time to get really warmed up, but once he was.. things finished quickly. "I may be out of practice," the supposed pirate says, but doesn't get off of Willow. He just props himself up on his elbows and studies her face. "I'm not sure what to do with you yet."
In spite of herself, she did find some enjoyment if being effectively raped by this supposed pirate; good physical compatibility helps a lot with that. When he doesn't get off of her, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. "You could simply let me go," she points out rather dryly. "But, what are you, options ... you are considering?"
"Letting people go isn't exactly in my charter," Mr. Bright says. "But.. you are Aeonian. I don't think I could just dispose of you. If you're not lying.. and I don't remember if black unicorns can lie or not.. then someone will notice you going missing. Someone with access to curses, possibly. You didn't bring anything with you, and I'm uncertain that scrying from half-way round the world is effective. I should have time to come up with something though. For now, you'll just have to stay."
Willow sighs softly. "I don't want to stay. I know some of your crew have already expressed interest in making me their pleasure slave," she remarks with a disgusted look on her face. She then pauses and peers at him for a moment. "What is your charter?" she asks.
"If you hope to ever leave, learning about my charter is not something you should be pursuing," Mr. Bright says. He also seems to be considering something. "Would you mind being a pleasure slave while I think about things?" he asks.
"For who?" Willow asks warily. "And just what would this ... involve? Some of your crew expressed interest in ... mutilating me in odd ways."
"Well, I won't allow mutilation," Mr. Bright notes. "I'll select a few of the men as a trial though. If you behave, we can see about removing the restraints," he offers.
Willow considers this. "What will you allow?" she asks, sounding nervous.
"My men are probably pent up," Mr. Bright notes. "I'll let them know that you will be rating them, and those that do poorly will be removed from the list of those you are available to. Of course, you have to be honest about them, or I'll do away with that."
"That didn't answer my question," Willow notes as she eyes her captor. "Will I have any clothing? Jewelry?"
"Do you need clothing or jewelry?" Mr. Bright asks. "I do not have jewelry on hand, so that is moot. Nor do I have dresses. Clothing, if any, would be rough. There may be other trade-offs as well.
"Like what?" Willow inquires. "How can clothing require trade-offs?"
"You could hide things in it, or use it to harm yourself or others," Mr. Bright points out. "There is no reason for prisoners to have clothing. I will also need to think of way to render your horn harmless."
Willow squeaks! "My horn?!? You wouldn't dare harm my horn, would you?" the unicorn asks, aghast. "And I am a lady, a lady should be finely dressed, not naked and sticky from the fluids of ruffians!"
"You are a lady in a den of hardened criminals who would happily gang-rape you until you were a single, body-wide bruise," Mr. Bright points out. "My authority is the only thing that will prevent that, and I have already explained that your demands for finery cannot and will not be met. The only thing that will be handed to you is oats, possibly some tea."
"You are no gentleman," Willow remarks in a frustrated huff. "But it seems I have no chioce at this point but to accept your offer."
Mr. Bright finally extracts himself from Willow, and starts getting dressed. "I have to do the mission debriefing, but will inform Mr. Sackcloth of the situation," the unicorn promises. His clothes look fairly fine, but probably wouldn't fit Willow anyway.
Willowmakes a small squeak when the other unicorn pulls out of her. "What are you going to do to my horn?" she asks worriedly.
The stallion picks up the lantern. "Hmm? Oh, wrap it in something, possibly. A large cork may work.. but I will have to test such things on myself, of course, to determine the best course." He's taking the lantern with him, which means Willow will be in the dark again.
"Well, at least you won't remove it," Willow says as the light retreats, leaving her still tied down and back in the dark. "Well, so far, nothing too bad. No torture, no mangling, at least," she thinks. "Or halters, collars, restraints, or anything to treat me like an animal, I guess. But this is surprising, and worrying, a Unicorn is behind this; this choice of body was a bad idea."
There's a slight blue glow growing in the room, which comes into focus as a miniature Kaira sits atop one of Willow's breasts. "How's it going?" she asks. "Have you eaten or kenned anyone yet? You're also covered in unicorn sweat.."
"I just got here. Their leader is a unicorn, and they don't quite know what to do with me. Well, outside of the fact he raped me," Willow remarks a bit quietly. "And said I'll be their pleasure slave until they decide what to ultimately do with me. So, no, I haven't done anything to anyone yet. I can't even move."
"Well.. you won't be much of a pleasure slave if you can't move at least a little bit," Kaira points out. "You may have use flattery on them. Especially stuff that will get them bragging to each other so they get into fights. That could backfire though, depending on how things are run. Do you have a jailor or someone that looks after you yet?"
"Some big beefcake called Mr. Sackcloth," Willow notes as she looks in the dark towards the door. "He we've only spoken once. Why?"
"You should probably try to seduce him," Kaira advises. "It's always good to have some muscle on your side, especially for beating up other people. Plus it'll give you a hobby. Do you need me to do anything yet, other than be a night-light?"
"They're going to do something to my horn," Willow says worriedly. "As for anything I need right now, nothing I can think of yet. I don't know enough about the situation to know what I might need. I don't think they're going to do anything too humiliating to me, at least."
"Well, just whistle if you need me!" Kaira says. "See, I didn't make the obvious 'toot your horn' joke there. Oh, and since you're based off of Mirasol's species, remember that you'll need to be milked on the regular, or.. things will happen."
"Wait, what, what will happen if I'm not milked regularly?" Willow asks quickly. She didn't know that!
"Oh.. pressure and probably horniness, but I don't know how long it will take," Kaira notes. "You've never used this form for an extended period before."
"Oh, well, it's been a while now and I haven't felt anything, so probably not a concern," Willow says, relaxing, "I don't know if Aeonians in this world even produce milk, so being milked my be a little suspicious."
"It is my understanding that they are rare and mysterious breed, so unless the stallion knows otherwise you can probably claim anything for an Aeonian mare," the dragon advises... then winks out when the door latch rattles.
"Greeeaat. Well, at least I doubt they have a milking machine at least," Willow thinks, then blinks. She looks up in the direction of the rattling latch.
The door opens and Mr. Sackcloth enters. He's got the lantern hanging from his mouth in order to work the door and carry in a bucket with his other hand. He closes the door before setting the lantern on the table.
"Hello again. So, Mr. Bright told you I am to be released, correct?" Willow asks hopefully, as maybe the slave master is an idiot. She also eyes the bucket a little, but assumes it is just water.
"No," Mr. Sackcloth says, and pulls a cloth from his back pocket and dips it into the water. "I'm to wash you up," he explains. The water is actually warm at least, since he's washing her up between her legs.
"You're not going to untie me from the bed to do that?" Willow asks as she arches up a little from that touch. And given her equine nature, the warmth and touch makes that area, well, wink a little. Muscles flexing a little to make things spread open momentarily.
"You might attack me then," the Rhian notes, and.. digs in a little. Sure, she probably needs a little cleaning in there, but she has to wonder what else Mr. Bright told Sackcloth, and if he is on the approved list.
That makes the mare hiss and arch her hips up in surprise! "What," she asks, distracted, "Did he tell you about me, then? If I am to not be let go, that is."
"Yes," Sackcloth says, and demonstrates that having just a few hard fingers and a thumb isn't all that limiting. He also leans in to sniff at Willow. "You're sweaty. Do you want me to wash the rest of you?"
Being an Aeonian mare, she's a lot smaller than he is, so those fingers and such do stretch her a bit and makes her whinny in surprise. When she finally understands his question, she blinks. "Yes, please. A lady shouldn't smell bad," she insists.
Since equines are known for liking both sweet and salty things.. and Aeonian sweat is at least one of those, probably, Willow gets a tongue bath involving a very large and wide tongue.. along with a lot of 'lipping' since horse teeth aren't really built for nibbling.
Willow must admit, it does feel kind of nice at least! She ends up squirming around and cooing here and there as he does so. She suddenly thinks of something, and part of her hopes it isn't the case due to her fondness for larger males; does being a slave master mean he's a gelding?!
Things certainly don't seem to play out that way, from the way he's acting. He's still manipulating her, and then doing that while suckling (which he seems to be really surprised about when something actually flows). The milk isn't supposed to affect hooved people like non-hooved, but it must taste good. He only stops when he actually mounts Willow, since there's no way to do both things at once. It's.. rather awkward because of his size. He has to kneel and hold onto her hips, since there's not enough room for him to go horizontal.
Willow's eyes go really big when she feels him press, then start to push in and really, well, stretch things. This makes her arch up and whinny loudly again, and her fingers splay and wiggle all about too. Since she has hooves, though, no toes to splay. When the initial shock wears off, she settles down just a little. "Wow, so, uhm," she says, embarrassed, "You feel all sorts of incredible." Now she at least knows he must be on the list.
"I hear Aeonians have very low or non-existent sex drives," Mr. Sackcloth says between snorts. "You are very tight, but very pretty."
"It varies between us. I am an oddity," Willow claims as she tries to adjust to feeling like she has a log inside of her body. Her hips try to roll back in time, but she can't really clench since her muscles are at their width limit. "You won't ... won't use things to stretch me and loosen things, will you?" she asks between short cries out from the overwhelming sort of sensations.
"Does this hurt?" Sackcloth asks, perhaps misinterpreting the question - or else worried about losing his slot on the roster. "You never been with a Rhian before?"
"No, it doesn't hurt much, it feels ... intense," Willow claims. "And no, I have not, I'm a lady, I don't usually indulge in such acts."
"Been with lots of women, never a lady though," Sackcloth says, and then actually gives her a few hard thrusts. "But.. ladies always fantasize about the big guys working the fields, don't they?" he asks a bit leadingly. Maybe he's aware of the trashy romance novel market.
Those thrusts make her cry out and even shudder a little. "Well, maybe a little," Willow admits and turns her head away as if she couldn't look at him. "There are such tales of ladies being taken and made 'slaves' for a big guy in the field, forced in tack and ... enjoyed. Not that I've read any! I've just heard about them here and there!"
This seems to encourage Mr. Sackcloth to keep plowing Milady's fields. Even when he 'finishes' though, he doesn't pull out.. even 'relaxed' he still fills the available space. He just gets the rag and starts washing Willow again, starting with her neck and throat and working down to her chest. The water's cooled a bit by then, but that probably helps at that point.
So much for Aeonians having low sex drives because Willow ends up shuddering and crying out twice when the Rhian works her over and fills her. And wow, he releases, she feels expanded. which makes her arch and gasp loudly! Then as things relax, but he remains, she seems pleased he didn't pull out. "Thank you for ... for staying in there," she murmurs to him as he washes off her neck, throat, and her very sensitive chest; so yes the cool water helps.
Daringly, since Willow thanked him, Sackcloth leans down and kisses her on the lips.
Willow's head lifts a little and she kisses him back, warm and gentle. She even licks over his lips for a moment when the kiss breaks.
This time Sackcloth whinnies.. and starts firming up again. Maybe he's never been kissed? It does lead to another hour of straining the cot, which probably loses more hay in the process.
Well, winning him over seems to be working somewhat well, even if it means she'll be a terrible mess down below. She even lips at his lips a few times during the second round and focuses on actually enjoying it ... and also being a little evil and using the shadow internally to partially ken him down, well, below, so that making love to an Aeonian does feel like a magical experience.
It makes for quite a finish, with the man's eyes rolling back into his head. Once he recovers a bit, he does at least take care of the cleanup.. even 'pumping' Willow's tummy to help clear things out. "How do you like your oats?" he asks. "We can do dry, or boiled."
This is something Willow doesn't really know! "I am not sure about how they are prepared here, so can I try both? Dry one day, boiled the next?" she asks. "And how am I to eat while tied down...?"
"Well, I would feed you, but I will talk to Mr. Bright about it," Sackcloth notes, and finally wrangles his trousers back on. "Perhaps he will part with some honey."
"Well, thank you," WIllow says and even smiles at him. "I expected you to be really rough, but you're rather sweet."
"I want to keep a high rating," the man says, taking the bucket, but leaving the lantern. "We are very isolated here."
"No women?" Willow asks.
"Of course not," Sackcloth says. "And that only works out for about a quarter of the men.. for various reasons."
"Oh my. Do the men spend time with each other like ... this?" Willow asks, sounding all shocked and wide-eyed.
"A few, but mostly.." the Rhian starts to explain, then stops and actually clicks his teeth because he shuts his mouth so hard. "Ah, nevermind. Not my place to talk," he apologizes, and then hurries out, causing the bucket to splash on his pants in his haste.
"But mostly what?" Willow asks as the Rhian hurries out! "Dangit, his answer might have been interesting!" she inwardly grouses. She sighs to herself softly and relaxes back into her rather uncomfortable bed.
At least most of the straw was stuffed back into it. But there's no way to turn of the lantern. The reason for that becomes apparent when there's a knock and then the door opens and a big fluffy face looks in. The Jupani looks vaguely familiar - he must have been one of those working at the landing area.
Willow blinks and cranes her head up to look at the jupani. "Yes?" she asks, come to stare at the beast in the zoo?"
The man comes in and closes the door.. then just sort of stands there with his hands behind his back and tail wagging. He hasn't moved far enough away to keep it from drumming against the door though.
Willow's brow arches up. "Haven't seen a naked lady before?" she asks him, her voice a bit dry. "I'm Willow. Do you have a name?"
The wolf reaches up and taps at the corner of one of his eyes, which are pale blue. Carnivores aren't exactly common in Saskanar, which is predominantly herbivores are at least omnivores. Jupani aren't common on the entire continent, for that matter.
"You cannot speak?" Willow inquires next. This is ... curious. "So, blue it is," she says, "Is there something you want...?"
More tail drumming, then the wolf comes over and kneels down next to the bed. He's not a Rhian, but he's probably as big as Mr. Stitch, bulk-wise. And fluffier. He taps his chest, then holds up two fingers of his right hand.
"Well ... go ahead?" Willow offers, looking a little confused, but is hardly in position to refuse him, she can only move a little, after all! "What the heck does he want?" she wonders.
The Jupani just looks at Willow for a bit. He smells like Rakhtor, so may be one of the wranglers. Then he leans in and.. licks her cheek.
Willow leans her head over and tries to kill him ... because she doesn't know quite what else to do!
KISS!
The man doesn't know how to react to the kiss, and seems stunned. He looks to the bound wrists, then to Willow, then.. rests his head on her chest. Which makes it hard to look at him. But he follows up with petting her on the head.
This is definitely one of the odder encounters she has ever had with someone! Willow does seem to relax, though; this one seems to mean no harm to her and may just want to, well, cuddle a little.
The petting turns into more licking though. At least there isn't slobbering. Mr. Blue seems very orally fixated. And before long his licking in the lower tenderloin regions.
This does make Willow start to wiggle all about due to the licking. There's even some giggling as it tickles a bit too! Her tail even thumps around a bit!
The tail distracts the wolf for a moment, before he goes back to licking. She must taste really interesting (or else there just isn't much worth licking around the pirate base). It doesn't last forever though.. because the Jupani finally realizes he needs to get his pants off, and then he's on top of Willow right after he manages that.
Willow was wondering if this one was just going to lick her into submission! So, when he's actually on her makes her whinny out in sudden surprise! "Oh, well, hello there," she says to him once the surprise as worn off and she's looking at him in the face. She does use the moment, though, to try and see if he has any damage on his neck which might explain his lack of speaking.
There might be some old scar tissue on his throat, just from the way the fur doesn't seem quite right. So Mr. Stitch might not be the only one who was stabbed in the throat. Those sort of injuries would seem to be ones that aren't easily survived though. And Mr. Blue's tongue certainly works fine. He still tries to lick her face though as he starts pumping at her.
At least at his size he's not using the backdoor. She arches and rolls up against him as the wolf works at her. The licking, though, that makes her go 'ack' and giggle a lot, and her head turns this way and that to try and get away from that evil tongue! So far these guys haven't seem all that horrible, which is surprising.
Of course, she's so far dealt with 'ground crew' sorts - a people handler and an animal-handler. Not exactly professional-murderer sorts. Which makes one wonder how exactly they got here, just like Mr. Bright. At least Blue's lack of vocalization means Willow isn't going to be subjected to close-up howling.. probably.
Willow begins to wonder if these aren't captured crew from other raids, and to stay alive, they just, well, joined them. With this one she uses the internal ken trick again to make things feel unusually good and different, so that rumors start about how if you actually do bed an Aeonian, it's a mind-blowing experience.
This makes the man whine a bit, and.. get stuck. This is a quirk that shows up every so often in Jupani, apparently. Which means he isn't going to abandon her any time soon. And he's warm and fluffy, like a big towel.
Willow expected this, and isn't complaining! It means she can't be ridden again and again! At least for a little bit. So, right now she gets to enjoy a warm towel as she pants a little herself and recovers. She also uses the time to try and ken him a little more, to try and figure out more about him.
He doesn't seem to notice right away, but isn't just laying there like a towel either. She starts pawing at her chest, and that leads to some 'leakage' which leads to licking, which leads to.. the wolf's eyes glazing a bit and one of his legs starting to twitch. The milk is having some sort of effect on him, which at least provides an opportunity to do a deeper kenning when he isn't likely to notice.
And so she does! Since her 'milk' acts like heavy booze to many non-hooved creatures, she uses his 'drunken' moment to really ken him well, from head to toes, on the inside!
There are a lot of indications of physical trauma in the man.. and more interestingly, residues of what must be Life Magic. Whether it was used to heal those wounds or to cause them however isn't clear. Either way, it was probably expensive.
More and more curious. Pirates normally cannot afford such things. Who are these people? Why are they here? So far it doesn't make sense in terms of most pirate organizations.
After the kenning, Mr. Blue starts to recover a bit. At least the 'inebriation' has relaxed things so that he isn't stuck anymore. He still seems rather groggy and confused though.
Willow lips at his ears gently to try to help him focus more and come to. "Wakey wakey," she tells him.
"..." the Jupani goes, blinking a few times and licking his lips. Finally his tail starts going again, and he kisses Willow.
This is a surprise, since he dodn't seem to want to kiss before ... but Willow goes with it and kisses back. Her long ears flick around a bit, and at least she's forgotten the worries about her horn at this point!
He doesn't seem inclined to leave just yet, even though it's unlikely there'll be a round two. While he seems happy, his aura still has a shade of confusion and concern.. like he really isn't grasping the full situation. Or can't, for some reason.
This confuses Willow. Have these men also had their minds messed with, like the prisoners and guards before in the pit? They didn't have real names, either. Surely this place has no relation to that one. It certainly hasn't been as brutal.
The door opens again, and Mr. Bright looks in before entering. Mr. Blue wags more at seeing him, and the unicorn rubs the wolf behind his ears. But really he seems to be studying his eyes.
"He has been fine and kind," Willow claims as she looks up at Mr. Bright.
"Did he say anything?" the white unicorn asks, still sounding very.. clinical.. about it. He sounds clinical most of the time, in Willow's short experience with him.
"He didn't say a word. Why do you ask?" Willow has to ask as she peers at this Aeonian a bit more concerned. Does he mess with the minds of those here somehow?
"He never does," Mr. Bright says, and makes some gestures to the wolf. Mr. Blue finally gets up and puts his pants on before staggering out, while Mr. Bright watches him closely. "I thought he might."
"Why would you think he might?" Willow asks now as she peers warily at the other Aeonian. "I know that we are special beings, but not that special."
This causes Mr. Bright to look back at Willow. "It was worth a try," he notes. "Do you like him?"
"Yes? He was gentle. You are being very strange. What were you expecting to happen with me?" Willow inquires, suspicious.
"An experiment," the man replies. "But if you like him, then maybe repeated experience will.. wake him up. Do you need cleaning up?"
"I feel rather sticky down below," Willow admits, "And I feel stuff oozing out. I am surprised to see you here again; have you already decided what you are going to do with me?"
"No, I haven't had time to think about it," Mr. Bright says. "I was going over the mission reports. The Yodh tried something unexpected this time. It isn't like them to innovate. I'll have Mr. Sackcloth clean you up. I assume you ate before you left the airship, but are you hungry or thirsty?"
"I am a bit thirsty," Willow admits. She doesn't quite feel hungry yet, at least. "As for the Yodh, I saw that. It was scary. Not as scary as Countess Draco, of course, but it was still impressive."
"The Yodh are much closer," Mr. Bright says, and heads for the door without another word.
"Yes, but they can't turn their enemies into hogs or slugs with little effort," Willow notes, quietly. "The Countess wields powers you probably cannot even imagine."
"I'm not known for my imagination," Mr. Bright says before closing the door behind him.
Willow resists the urge to blow a raspberry at the door. "What is his game?" she mumbles to herself. "He seems to be expecting something from me, but I do not know what it is. He reminds me all too much of a politician, and I have the urge to remove him quickly."
"Politicians have their uses," Kaira notes, sitting on Willow's shoulder this time. "In winter, they make very good kindling. But then, I suppose I'm a politician now too. My one and only sin. Learned anything? And I see you have a lamp now. And you're sticky."
"I have learned this is a very odd group of people. The last was a wolf who doesn't speak, and may have mental damage. Their leader thought him sleeping with me might get him to talk. I don't understand what he is expecting ... unless he already knows I am not what I seem and could have healed him," Willow remarks very quietly. "At least my main guard seems to really like me, I guess. Outside of that, nothing yet. I'm not quite sure how to proceed here, other than just freeing myself and killing everyone..."
"You need to find out their real purpose, don't you?" Kaira asks. "Hmm, the healing thing is odd though. Alicorn is able to purify things, but I don't think sleeping with a unicorn is supposed to have a special effect. But on this world.. there's a lot of myth still, and the Aeonians are altered unicorns."
"Unless he already knows who I really am and expected my soft heart would have compelled me to fix the wolf," Willow points out, still quiet. "But really, I don't know. I don't dare risk trying to ken the other Aeonian, though, as that would give me away in an instant."
"What's he like?" Kaira asks. "I've been curious about them. Is it true they keep running out of memory?"
"And there is something wrong with some of the people here, the slave master let it slip, but didn't explain what was wrong with them," Willow notes with a sigh. "And yes, it is true. They do not age, but their memory is not limitless, so older memory is replaced over time with newer."
"As for what he is like ... cold and emotionless," Willow notes. "And suspicious."
"Acting suspicious or suspicious of you?" Kaira asks.
"Both," Willow answers and sighs.
"Hmm, do you think he's a magic user?" Kaira asks next.
"I suspect he is," Willow admits.
"What's your impression of the men you've seen so far?" the dragon asks, sounding genuinely curious.
"The ground crew is far kinder than you'd expect from pirates, frankly. Disturbingly kind," Willow says, "The actual raiders act more like real pirates."
"So two separate groups, you think?" Kaira asks. "Get anything out of the grounders?"
"Yes, likely two separate groups. Or more," Willow says, "AS for anything out of them ... no, nothing yet."
"Hmmm," the mini-dragon muses. "Does it still feel like a business-sabotage thing to you?"
"Hard to say. I think it is part of it, but there is something bigger going on I suspect," Willow remarks as she shifts a bit to ease some complaining muscles.
"We're definitely missing something," the dragon says. "Let me.." The door starts to open, and the dragon vanishes. Mr. Sackcloth enters, with a fresh bucket and a wineskin. He sets them on the table, and asks, "Which hand do you favor?"
"Either one. I am ambidextrous," Willow says as she looks up a bit. Is he going to release a hand, or do something bad to one, she wonders.
It turns out to be the former, as he undoes the restraint on her left hand.. since it's the closest. But the table and everything on it are still out of reach. "I brought some water," Sackcloth notes, and opens the wineskin before handing it to Willow.
Willow shakes out her left arm, then takes the skin carefully from the Rhian. She lifts her head up some, then brings the lip of the wineskin to her lips and drinks it down slowly, but steadily. When she stops, she makes a long sigh and holds out the wineskin to him, then says, "Thank you." If he takes it, she'll even put her left hand right back up by its restraint.
"I'll clean you up first, drink all you want," the Rhian notes. "I don't think you will overpower me with it," he adds with a wink, then goes about cleaning her up. "How are you holding up so far? You haven't cried or started begging."
Willow shrugs a little. "No one has done anything really bad to me; I've felt no pain. Worst has been feeling all sticky and the gross sensation of stuff oozing out of me down there," she admits. She pauses again to take another sip from the wineskin. "And I come from a place where living can be harsh, so ... I can weather much. I am a tough lady," she claims.
"Draco County was it? Lots of.. zombies and poodles causing trouble all the time?" Sackcloth asks as he wipes things down. "Lots of Rhians there, I hear."
"That is the place, yes. Dark, dreary, but ruled and protected by a powerful woman," Willow agrees. "Rhian and Eeee make up most of the population."
"How are you feeling inside?" the man asks after cleaning up where he can reach.
"A little full and sticky, but not horrible," Willow claims, then takes another sip. "I do not think I need inside cleaning yet."
"That was the other reason I brought the wineskin," Sackcloth says. "My sister used them."
Willow offers it to him. "You can use it if you want to," she offers.
"I would rather if you always handle all my cleaning," Willow requests and smiles at him. "Your touch is ... nice."
He does refill it with the warm water first. And it does help. "I was a nurse before.." he starts to say, then stops abruptly and finishes washing Willow out.
"Before what?" Willow asks as she places her left hand back up against its restraint without having to be asked. She also sighs a little, the warmth feeling nice inside, and should keep her from smelling too rank down there.
"Nothing," Sackcloth says, notices the hand go up. It takes him a moment before he puts the leather restraint back. "I'm sure you'd rather be without these," he says. "For now.. it's best though. If you did anything.. hurt yourself, or someone else, or tried to escape.. someone other than you would be punished."
"I don't mind being in them when I am with you," Willow claims to the large Rhian, "You make me feel more like a treasure, than a prisoner." She pauses, then asks, "Would I be punished, then, if someone else did something?"
"No, I don't think so," the man says. "That.. isn't how it works around here."
"What would cause me to be punished, then?" Willow asks, actually curious.
"That depends on what Mr. Bright thinks is.. merited," Sackcloth says. "Why would you want to be punished though?"
"I don't. I just want to know what to avoid doing," Willow admits. Though being punished would also teach her a bit about Mr. Bright, too.
"Just.. don't cause trouble," Sackcloth says. "I'm sure Mr. Bright will give you more freedom if you behave. He likes it when people do as expected."
"I got that feeling," Willow agrees and sighs, then looks up at the ceiling. "How many men will I be expected to accommodate daily?"
"As far as I know, it's only me and Mr. Blue on the list, and we still have work to do," Mr. Sackcloth says. "And.. I suppose Mr. Bright is on the list too. I don't see why he wouldn't.. be."
"He doesn't seem that interested, other than to test me," Willow admits. "So, I can just rest now and ... wait? What do I do if I need to use the restroom?"
"I will just clean things up for now," the man says. "Sorry about that. But.. the first night you will probably be too nervous. You're probably trained for these things as an ambassador though. You seem calm, but.. you could be in shock."
"I come from a land of zombies and curses," Willow notes a bit dryly. "A dark room and crummy bed, while unpleasant and not lady-like ... is bearable."
"I'll let Mr. Bright know," Sackcloth says, finishing up. "I'll let you get some sleep now," he says, taking the lantern again. "Pleasant dreams, Lady Willow."
"Goodnight," Willow comments and closes her eyes. Though, sleep will not be soon. She will extend her senses to see what she feels in this place. Something is definitely off here, and in strange ways. It's unnerving, but she isn't going to let that on yet.