"Do you like them" Sorins red hair falls over her knees as she hugs them gently.
Her back is to the bed frame as she inspects me.
It seems everyone gets to see me naked.
She sits with the same apathetic expression Heela regularly wears.
"Yes, they feel nice" I respond, appreciating the fine linen.
"Pick out the ones you like the most, you may only have ten pairs".
Her tone and cadence sound like Heela, calm and in control.
She allows my lady to do this to her, such is my fate.
What does she have on her?
I quickly throw that question away.
My lady filled me quickly, not even ten minutes after getting a rhythm was I full to the brim with world energy.
She gazed as the energy didn't damage my body, a young mage my age would have their cells and organs corroded due to the quick imbalance.
I fill both spaces and find two silver tablets the size of tablet, along with a silver sphere, in each one.
Grimoirs.
