Chapter 6The night was bitterly cold, with gorgeous, dense fog filling the air outside Friedrich’s window, the occasional single snowflake drifting through on the breeze. The jadehouse was well-insulated, so Friedrich couldn’t feel the chill, but it was lovely to look out the window and see the frost on the grass.
His first assignation of the night was quick and easy: an out-of-towner named Roger, who was staying at the inn for a few days on his way to the sea, and who desperately wanted to be spanked with the flat side of his own hairbrush and then gently f****d with the handle. Normally such a request would fall to Bian, but Bian was booked solid tonight and for the rest of Roger’s stay. Luckily, Friedrich had nagged him enough times that he’d cross-trained him enough to handle a simple
