“See? She's not nearly as dignified as she'd like you to believe.”

Lydia grumbled as she watched Fiona fall onto her back in a severe fit of the giggles.

“Can I help?" Janette reached out to help Lydia try to save the remnants of her book but was halted as the woman raised a hand for her to stop.

“I think that's enough dancing for today. You can go tell Rook to run me a bath, if you don't mind?"

“S-sure. I really am sorry."

“That's alright dear, now if you'll excuse us, your teacher is about to get splashed." Lydia flicked her hand and sent a splattering of oil across Fiona's face. This quickly got the giggling woman's attention and she tried to slip out of the way.

“No, no, no!" Fiona cried out between laughs whilst Lydia charged at her, quickly tackling the woman and sharing her plight of being oiled up.

Janette Lifted her fingers to her Lips and silently thanked the heavens that Gregory wasn't there. From the way that Lydia and Fiona were rolling around with each other, he wouldn't have been able to put on his pants for a week without sporting a notable prow.

She left the writhing courtesans to their Laughter and went in search of Rook. He was a skinny young man who had never quite grown out of his acne despite being in his early twenties. In all the time they'd met before, Rook had gawped at her like he hadn't eaten in a decade and she was a chocolate sundae. Still, he was a decent sort and she was prancing about the place in her underwear so that type of thing was to be expected. After picking up her cloak and casting it over her shoulders, she stepped out into the camp and saw him straight away. Upon hearing that Lydia wanted a bath, he nodded vigorously and hurried off to set to the task.

Once that was done with, she walked back to the tent that she shared with Gregory and Algra. Greg hadn't exactly been the most cheery of company recently, not that she could blame him with everything that had happened. Still, she found herself looking forward to seeing him as she ducked under the canopy of the tent. An immediate double-take was necessary when she saw him laid on their fur bed with his gorgeous physician laid beside him. Valise was still naked after their exertion and she was savouring the pleasant little after-shocks of the afternoon's delights.

Janette felt the familiar stab of jealousy upon seeing another woman with him. Even though she'd actively shared other women with him and been a very happy participant in the act, it was somehow different to see him only with someone else. Sure, she'd allowed him free reign when it came to sex, but she hadn't expected the sheer volume of women that had responded. The poor guy had spent high school alone, partly because of her, so she guessed he deserved a little fun. Still, it was slightly troubling to see just how much fun the guy wanted.

Then again, if all of that desire was focused on her, he'd Likely never be able to put her down. The thought made her insides quiver in a very nice way and she decided to make her presence known.

“Jeez, Greg, you're like the naughty Energizer Bunny." Janette put her hands on her hips whilst offering him a wry little smirk

"Gimme a drum, some shades, and reach for your ankles." He gave her a playful wink from across the room as she walked to him.

“Where've you been?"

"I was hanging out with Fiona and Lydia." She crawled up onto the bed with the contented pair.

“That sounds fun.” A rather naughty glint came into his eyes.

“Easy tiger, it was just a dancing lesson. Though Lydia did end up covered in oil."

“Doesn't she always?" Greg rolled his eyes as if this was typical behaviour of the courtesan.

“Only in your dreams." Janette leaned over him and placed a Loving kiss on his lips which he gladly returned.

"I should be leaving, I think..." Valise moved to sit up.

“Hey, don't let me scare you away." Janette offered her a genuine smile.

“Oh it's nothing like that. I'm just not exactly comfortable with..." Valise trailed off into a rather meaningful silence as she looked between them.

“Huh? Oh!" Gregory finally realised that some people might not have favoured being in bed with more than one partner.

“Sorry, I guess we've just gotten weirdly used to it."