{Margaret}
Soon, the queen declared they'd be resting for the night and resupplying. That left the girls (and Melistair) to do whatever they wanted, within reason.
And so, Kimiko took both Margaret's hand and her daughters, whisking them away from the group. Immediately, it became clear Kimiko was dragging them toward the most obvious brothel in existence.
"A b-brothel?" Margaret sputtered. "Is this really the kind of social event we should be participating in today?"
Kimiko turned, pink hair catching torchlight.
"Sister, this is the BEST social event!"
"But the delegation—"
"Will be fine without us for one night." Isabella bounced on her toes. "Besides, auntie, when's the last time you got properly fucked?"
"Isabella!"
"What? It's a valid question!"
Margaret blinked.
[... Actually, when WAS the last time? Melistair's been so busy with work and Melisa with her lessons...]
