Chapter 318

“What about it?”

“Could I get more, if I asked nicely? Or is it locked in somehow? Magically, as part of how the Bordello works?”

The response took a few moments to come. “ ... It’s not locked in.” She sniffed. “But that doesn’t mean it’s changing for you.”

“But it only goes up to a handie.”

“And? Is having your cock stroked not enough for you? Ugh, you really are a pervert.”

“What if I wanted something less lewd, though?”

“Less lewd?”

“More lewd would be good too,” Natalie said, grinning at the girl on her lap. “But we gotta work into that. Foreplay is important.”

Vanetta eyed her warily. “What do you want?”

“That’s a dangerous question. What don’t I want, from you?”

“You know what I meant. That’s ‘off the menu’. And ‘less lewd’. I’m curious now.”

Natalie indicated another piece of fruit, and Vanetta huffed and fed it to her. It was surprisingly intimate, being fed by another woman—especially a woman in lingerie sitting on her lap.

After chewing slower than usual, buying herself a moment to think whether she should actually ask for this, she solidified her decision. Might as well try.

“I want you to draw something for me.”

Whatever Vanetta had been expecting, that wasn’t it. She was visibly taken aback.

“What?”

“Feel free to say no, obviously,” Natalie hurried to assure her. “I know it’s a personal request. But—” She couldn’t stop the smile stretching across her lips. “I really like your outfit.” She picked at the lacy hem. “I want something to remember it by.”

“You want me to draw myself?”

“I’d pay well?” Natalie smirked. “My team just came back from a lucrative delve. We’re flush on coins. I’d be a good patron.”

The brief vulnerability on Vanetta’s face flicked away, replaced with amusement—as had been Natalie’s intent.

“What a coincidence,” she said dryly. “So did mine. Which means I’m not desperate to be paid.”

“But you’ll get enchanted tokens for it, too.”

“For drawing myself?”

“In lingerie? It would turn me on, at least, and that’s how it works, isn’t it? Plus you’d be a good hostess for it—because I really want something to remember this by.”

Vanetta flushed, as if she hadn’t considered the long-lasting nature of Natalie’s request—that doing this would mean Natalie had a lewd image of her for basically forever. She broke eye contact, looking away.

“Why?” Vanetta asked.

“Why what?”

“You could have me—doing other things, right now.”

“Believe me, I will soon enough.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean. You want me to draw for you? Even if it’s something like that, it’s just...”

“You said you like drawing. And I want something of you to keep. So it’s win-win.” She squeezed her by the waist. “But I know you said it’s a private hobby, so seriously, no big deal if you don’t want to.”

Vanetta plucked a slice off the dwindling fruit tray and fed it to Natalie. It was obviously meant to buy time as she thought over the request.

“What kind of drawing?” she finally asked.

Natalie shrugged. “Something sexy. Which would be anything with you wearing that, or anything with you in general, but I mean—something deliberately sexy.” She winked. “You know, that I can use for lonely nights.”

“You are not implying you’re going to masturbate to my drawing,” she said flatly.

“Sure. I totally won’t.” She winked with dramatic flair.

“You—pervert,” she sputtered. The next piece of fruit was shoved at her less delicately than the previous. “You’re disgusting.”

“Am I? You seem excited by the idea too.”

“Excited? Embarrassed, if anything. Because it’s weird! You’re weird.”

“My hostess is being mean to me, again,” she lamented. “I thought courtesans were supposed to be nice?”