The next few days in the city Constance and Renault often found themselves exploring Porto alone, Emilie and Herberto were too busy exploring each other. Constance wasn’t sure if it was her rejection, or just Emilie’s libedo, but Emilie and Herberto were going non-stop. The few occasions they did go out with their two French companions, it wouldn’t be a long trip before Emilie pulled Herberto down an alleyway or under a bridge and had her way with him.
One night she even caught them leading another young woman up to their room with them.
“They’re like animals,” Renault said as he watched the drunken threesome trying to head up the stairs. It was their last night at the inn as the next night they would be aboard the vessel taking them to Constantinople.
The two French had decided to make
