The first to arrive at the schools gates, Thorn was completely ignored as he settled down and relaxed peacefully against the outer wall. Yawning, he half went to sleep, until awoken by the sound of the guards' raucous and boisterous laughter.
"So how is it, boys?" One hand seductively placed on his hip, Alex's hips swayed exaggeratedly from side to side to he pathed several times in front of the guards. "Would you like to do me?" Leaning forward to emphasize his vast cleavage, Alex winked seductively while blowing a kiss towards the oldest looking guard there.
"Baldy might not be able to handle you, miss," one of the younger guys yelled back, "but I certainly can! Come on back with me into the bunkhouse for a few minutes and I'll show you!"
"A few minutes?" Alex mocked, turning to exaggeratedly hold his hand against his veil and pouting. "If you only need a few minutes, big boy, you're at least an hour too short to hold my hand," Alex sighed disappointedly. "Best stick to exercising with your hand more, until you can build up your endurance a bit more than that," he taunted mercilessly.
"Yeah! Stick to your hand until you can do it right," Baldy agreed, taunting the younger man, causing all the guards to hoot loudly with laughter.
"You should always listen to your elders," Alex chuckled, as he swayed over and wrapped his arm lightly around Baldy's waist. "Someday," he encouraged the younger guard passionately, "you might even become as much of a "Master of Bationing" as this grandmaster here, and then you can both graduate to holding a girl's hands together."
"Yeah," Baldy agreed, sticking his tongue out at the younger man, before it suddenly wrinkled up in displeasure as he finally took in all of her words. "Wait a minute!"
Laughing merrily, Alex quickly scampered away as all the guards laughed raucously at both Baldy and the young braggart.
"And all this loving for my lord," came a soft, feminine voice poutingly from inside the school, "and yet there's none for me?" Stepping around the corner of the wall, and finally into view, Roselyn proudly strolled over to twirl once in front of where Alex was standing.
Dressed in dozens of gold and silver necklaces, bracelets, and anklets, Roselyn was an utterly exotic beauty who was hiding almost none of her skin! A simple white scarf draped softly around her neck, its thin silken cloth dangling mere inches below her breasts, hanging loosely down from the full curvature of her rounded swells. From the front, it was enough to conceal the most important parts of her impressive assets — but from the sides, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination!
Low around Roselyn's hips hung a single thin belt of interlocking silver and gold rings, and draped from the front and rear of it was what appeared to be nothing more than a set of white, matching silk scarves, which provided the smallest of possible loincloths. Too short to even sway much as she proudly walked with her head held high and shameless, the cloth barely covered the absolute minimum of what needed to be covered, if a woman was going to pretend to have even the barest semblance of modesty to her name.
"Ugga ugga," Alex nodded approvingly. He'd thought he'd came up with the sexiest possible outfit a woman could wear. Looked like he still had a lot of learning to do, however, he couldn't help admitting to himself.
"Unn." Grunting his approval, Thorn eased up and strolled over where Roselyn was anxiously awaiting for Alex's appraisal. "Smooth," he nodded happily, as he reached down and calmly lifted the front of the loincloth to stare unabashedly at Roselyn's midsection.
"Ye… Yes, I shaved this morning," Roselyn admitted, turning bright red regardless of her convictions. No matter how much she might tell herself that it didn't matter, that only her lord could judge what was 'proper behavior' for her now, she still had a lifetime's worth of her mother's teachings on morality to overcome.
Sighing, knowing he was completely defeated, Alex turned and started to lead the way back into the school. "Drop that, Thorn," he commanded lightly over his shoulder. "You can peek at Rose all you want later. Today, we've got work to do."
Leading the way back towards the Lost and Found, Alex unintentionally reflected heavily on his shortcomings as a woman, while the other two finally followed along quietly behind him. It wasn't until they were all back in the massive storage room, before Alex bothered to speak again.
"Thorn. Rose," Alex commanded, "take the lids off those crates for us. We'll need to quickly divide up who wants what, and decide where they want to sell their stuff. We don't want to waste time double visiting on shops, if we can help it."
"Ah don't care," Thorn shrugged, picking up a thick sack to start filling up with whatever he could put his hands on first.
"Umm…" Biting his lip lightly, Alex frowned for a moment lost in thought. "I'd thought about me and you going together to sell today," Alex admitted after a moment. "But I don't think that'd be such a good idea after all. We don't match at all today."
"Wez match," Thorn snorted in denial. "Brudder Boobz be sexz. Thorn ahwaz be sexz. Dat match," he insisted stubbornly, causing Rose to titter lightly.
"Maybe so," Alex sighed, trying not to argue with him, "but I still think we might do better to split up today. Why don't you go get Granny Stone to walk with you today and sell at the shops down near the slums and the poor areas? Me and Rose don't fit in down there that well," Alex reminded him, offering an olive branch.
"Dat true," Thorn agreed. "Brudder Boobz wud spend more time ah moan'n dan he'd spend ah sell'n!"
"I bet he would too," Roselyn agreed, laughing freely.
"You would too," Alex snorted in response.
"Really?" Picking up the nearest crate which was still completely full of iron and steel weapons, Roselyn smirked back at Alex, her eyes twinkling merrily. "Did you forget? I'm already copper ranked."
"Dammit…" Sighing sadly, Alex couldn't help but admit that she'd defeated him again, as he went back to sorting out the very best weapons for himself. "Since you're such a brute," Alex chuckled, sticking his tongue out playfully at Roselyn, "you can visit all the merchants, smiths, and guilds in the common part of town today."
"But that's the vast majority of them," Roselyn protested helplessly.
"Then you'd best walk, talk, and sell fast," Alex told her, laughing lightly himself now. "I'll take care of selling the best wares to the high quality merchants up near the noble area," Alex assured her, "since I can't lug a lot around with my poor nobby muscles. Thorn and Granny will take the rough part of town, and that just leaves you to handle what's left in the commons."
"I think I'm getting the worst end of this deal," Roselyn sighed heavily, as she started to fill up a large sack with just whatever like Thorn did.
It was almost an hour later before all three of them were walking back out of the school and heading into the city. Separating at the first intersection, Alex, Roselyn, and Thorn each went their own way to deal with their established tasks independently — two with large sacks draped heavily across their backs, and one with just a small satchel by her side.