Looking around the tent as we eavesdropped on the King of Doria and the royal pain in my arse Alexandra I realised why they were in the area. Together.
Rhydien and I listened to their conversation in between the moans and grunts of pleasure coming from the other tents, their purposes quite evident by the plush cushions, blankets among other contraptions meant for adult play. I tried not to notice the rack of whips and chains behind the prince but the smell of leather and amount of apparatus was undeniably distracting. Hopefully we were the first ones to enter this tent… I dread to think what had previously conspired in here before us. Rhydien captured my eye line and only raised a brow when he caught me admiring the tools meant for pain and I assumed pleasure, my curiosity winning out. I
