The woman blinked.
The memory faded. The bathroom returned. The tub. The steam. The razor on the tile. Raven's face before her.
"That is why she seemed to become wet so soon," Raven said. His voice was contemplative. Analytical. The voice of a man piecing together a puzzle. "The King really did a number on her."
The woman trembled.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Nobles are just like that."
Raven chuckled.
"Men are just like that," he said. His voice was warm. The warmth of a man who knows the truth and finds it amusing. "You just need to remove the rules and laws from them. And they are all the same."
The woman looked at him.
Her dark eyes were wet. Her round face was flushed. Her large breasts were heaving beneath the wet shirt. Her nipples were visible— dark, stiff, pressing through the fabric. Her bare pussy was visible beneath the fallen skirt— smooth, freshly shaved, the lips slightly parted, the inner lips pink and wet.
She trembled.
"Do you want it?" she whispered.
