Chapter 17: The price of promised pleasure.
An old wooden table, battle-scarred from drinking tournaments and arm-wrestling, sits in a small, sun-drenched garden behind the Chieftess' longhouse. Beneath the open sky, and sipping salaciously on a goblet of plum wine, Vuvi leans back on her chair as Chieftess Ventousa reads through a scroll.
"It's quite simple." Vuvi simpers.
Ventousa slams the paper down onto the table, downs a cup of hard-liquor and wheezes through a fiery sigh.
"So..." she says, her nose wrinkled as she slumps back into her chair. "If I understand this correctly, you want to charge 25 gold standards, per mare, per session, to get pleasured by that... shiny sex-golem behind you?"
Pip beeps, insulted, and tilts his gleaming head.
"Correction." Vuvi coughs. "Per standard session. That doesn't include any of our extra add-on options, which includes full-body oilwork, emotional-sync protocols, the double-deluxe thrust package... it's all on there if you just turn the page."
"Extortion!" Ventousa barks. "You're robbing my daughters through orgasms!"
"Yet, they're thanking me for it." Vuvi smirks as she sips on her wine.
"Paying for pleasure..." The Chieftess' groans, staring Vuvi down as she grabs a keg and pours herself another drink. "Before this curse, we earned it! Through battles, through races under the stars, through soft words in hidden meadows. I broke 10 stallions before my 20th summer. Paying for it...ugh... it's dishonorable!"
She swigs her glass and sneers at the scroll on the table as she contemplates.
Vuvi leans in. "I'm sure those 20 summers were moist and magical." she says softly. "But now your stable suffers. Your men spiritually castrated by a demon, and your women lost without their love. You warriors have forgotten what it means to be touched, really touched."