***
That night, the noise in the camp grew louder. The guards seemed to be having fun with their comrades, unlike me, who was in the tent with Beatrice.
The woman had already taken off her long dress. Now, it looks like Beatrice is only wearing a dress with a floral motif. The fabric looks relatively thin, showing off her curves and sensitive parts.
We both drank a glass of wine that evening, the finest wine prepared just for us. Beatrice volunteered to pour the drink into the two glasses on the table.
"Looks like they enjoyed the trip," said Beatrice. I smiled slightly at that.
My glass was half full, and so was Beatrice's. I can confirm that the guards out there must be drinking like Beatrice and me; only the apparent difference lies in the location and the type of wine drunk.
"As long as there is wine, they will enjoy it to their heart's content," I replied.
