Of Gods & Valkyries: Book Three

Making Coin

– J O H N –

I sprawled out upon my favoured red plush furniture. 

The fabric was as soft as the thighs of the woman who proceeded to kiss another equally enthralling woman for my enjoyment... and perhaps good coin.

I sighed and swept my hair back as I sipped a deep Burgundy from a goblet.

This. This was the life.

She trailed those red coated lips down the girl's neck. They were all so talented. So schooled in the art of touch and making one forget oneself in time and space. I leant forward on my knees and keenly watched the other girl's hand trail dangerously close between her thighs. Their dresses were on. But there was naught left for one's imagination to desire–

The blonde undid her high bun from its pins and it flowed down her back. The brunette slipped one of her finely painted hands behind her neck and dipped her head back. I hummed low into my throat and was about to witness the great splendour that was that of a woman blossoming in front of another–

The doors behind us slammed open.

I pinched the bridge of my nose before he even spoke. Or the girls began their scream.

"She's a terror, John!" Kaden, declared, uninterested in the gorgeous and lightly clothed women that stormed past me. I simply left my hand waiting for one to swipe my coin pouch.

"There goes a man's joy for the evening..." I muttered.

"She won't leave me be!"

I finally threw my head back and sank into the chair, glaring at the tree. He had his arms crossed in his fighting leathers and that mug of his shaven properly now.

"Who." I deadpanned.

"Lady. Kavendish." He seethed.

I threw him an exasperated look. "You disrupted my favourite activity on this realm to tell me you can't fend off that little blouse?" 

"She insists I escort her to this and that–to even follow her to the public privy! I will not–"

"So don't?" I implored, stretching my arms wide. "Leave her to her devices! If she refuses to learn the way of the sword or more..." I ventured my eyes across the bed in front of us, "–meaningful pursuits. What good is she?"

He huffed and plunked his massive form on the bed. It protested with a groan and I resisted a smirk. I cocked an eyebrow.

"Why not just fuck her instead?"

He almost choked without wine. I swirled my own and took a deep drink while he found the words.

"I have better things to be doing." He grumbled.

"Ah, yes what of the redhead?" I inquired with a sly look.

Kaden now turned aloof. "Seems she is busy of late–"

"Taking it from the rear by some mercenary–"

His growl and follow up swing was predictable. So I rolled off the back of the seat before he could land it. The tragedy was the spilt wine. I looked down at my not so white tunic.

"You must always. Ruin the moment, Nafferion."

He turned sheepish and mumbled an apology. I rolled my eyes and strode for the open doors.

"Where's Yanu?"

"Stables. Got him some honest work as a hand." He perked up proudly behind me.

The pleasure workers did not take pleasure glaring at our antics as we made our way through the ever decadent brothel. Some tossed that high hair away from my direction. I inwardly groaned at the thought of losing standing in one of Vayleron's best, but I had history here... and usually coin.