Is it wrong to fleece adventurers at the item shop?

It is not much later that I wake again. That couldn't have been more than a little nap. I feel refreshed, at least a little, anyway. I'm familiar with the effect of these little naps. They can keep me going for quite a while. Eventually I will need to get some proper sleep though. And the longer I stay in bed, the greater the risk that my body will demand its due.

I have no choice, essentially. I need to get up. With a long, suffering sigh I throw back the blanket and swing my legs out of bed. It is not quite morning yet, but the stars are already fading as the night sky is already lightening a little by little.

There is one thing that makes me perk up despite the lack of proper sleep. The bathhouse Agnieszka had mentioned! I'm really looking forward to a real bath. I have no illusions about the nature of the bathhouse. It probably isn't anything like the big thermal bath in the city after all. Despite that it still is so much better than washing down at the creek. Of that I'm sure.

With renewed vigor I go about getting ready for my first visit to the local bathhouse. I get everything I need. A towel, some soap, a washcloth, a comb for my hair and, of course, a change of clothes. I might not need most of it, but I don't actually know yet if anything is supplied at the bath, thus I decide to err on the side of caution.

My brows furrow, as I get my change of clothes ready. I really need to get some more, as I only brought so many. I'll have to ask around. I doubt there is dedicated tailor in a small village like this one, but someone might make a coin or two on the side making the clothes everyone needs.

I'll ask Agnieszka. She has been pretty helpful so far after all. This thought leads my directly to the next question on my mind. She mentioned taking me to the bathhouse. Should I wait for her to get me? Or should I head over and get her?

I look out the window to get a better idea of how long it will still be until sunrise. On one hand it should still be a while. On the other hand I shouldn't dawdle either, so I can open the shop in time.

I ponder the decision to be made for a few moments more. In the end though, I grab the bundle I prepared and head outside. I might as well head over to Agnieszka's farmhouse. If I'm too early I can still apologize.

There is a familiar face waiting for me in the backyard. It is the black cat. Well, she isn't actually waiting for me. She is sitting on the chopping block once more and her attention is focused on the overgrown section of the garden again. Only one of her ears twitches slightly as I step outside.

I decide not to disturb her. Instead I head in the direction of my neighbors farmhouse, clutching the bundle with my things close to my chest.

Taking the path around back I have seen Agnieszka take before, instead of the road out front, I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of the grass, wet with the morning dew, in between my toes. I might not have all the time in the world, but I'm not in too much of a hurry either after all.

It is a pretty nice sensation, one I never got to enjoy in the city. Too much plaster, if you are lucky, or dirt and not nearly enough grass. It is a small but welcome reminder of just how lucky I am.

Humming a happy little tune I continue on my way. It probably is the reason why I only notice the sounds coming from Agnieszka's house as I'm almost all the way to it. Only a few more steps separate me from the house's backdoor, yet I stop dead in my tracks.

It isn't like I have a lot of experience, but the sounds are unmistakable. Especially Agnieszka's moaning leaves little doubt, if any, about what is going on. I blush all the way from my toes to the tips of my ears.

I'm about to turn around and head back home when curiosity gets the better of me. I really should head back home, yet my next step carries me closer to the source of these almost mesmerizing sounds. It is almost as if I'm not in control of my own body.

The house is pretty similar to grandma's, or rather mine. The tantalizing sounds are emanating from the open window just beyond the backdoor.

My heart is beating hard and fast and my limbs are shaking. It is almost too much for me and I have to brace myself against the wall with one hand as I creep forward, ever closer to the open window.

By now I'm close enough to make out more details.

“Oh! Oh, yes! Ha! Keep going! Ha! Don't you dare stop!”

It is Agnieszka voicing those demands while gasping for breath at the same time.

Whoever is with her doesn't answer. Not with words anyway. He just grunts and the sloppy wet sounds accompanying their activity pick up speed.

By now I'm feeling a little faint. Only belatedly do I realize that I have been holding my breath. With some effort I force myself to breath again.

I should leave. Gods and goddesses, I really should. Yet I can't bring myself to actually turn around. Instead I inch forward towards the window, to take a peek.

I only want to take a quick peek, but as I look inside my heart misses a beat, my breath catches in my throat and I freeze like a deer mesmerized by the gaze of a dragon.

Agnieszka and her paramour aren't doing it in the bed. No, not at all. Agnieszka, in all her naked glory, is bracing herself against the very window frame and she is looking right at me. So is the elf I met just yesterday, as he thrusts into her from behind.

Although they both are looking at me neither seems to really take notice. Not yet anyway. They seem too caught up in the moment, lost in pleasure.

The elf, Nuutti of the Iivari family, if my memory serves me right, just keeps thrusting, a look of intense concentration on his face while his hands are firmly grasping her by the hips.

Agnieszka in turn is rocked by each and every one of the long, hard thrusts, as she stands there on her tiptoes, bracing herself against the window frame.

With every thrust her ginormous breast swing like temple bells. I just can't bring myself to look away.

Finally, as I raise a hand to my mouth to stifle a gasp, she notices me.

“Oh!”

Her eyes widen, although I can not tell why exactly. Is it shock or surprise? Or is it, that the sudden realization just pushed her over the edge?

It might be the latter, as the man comes to stop as well after one last thrust.

“Damn! Wench, I don't think you ever clenched down on me like that before!”

Only then does he notice me.

“Oh …”

That is all he says. Maybe that is for the better, considering the way he is eyeing me. All the while he doesn't let go of Agnieszka either. He isn't even blushing!

At the same time Agnieszka matches my own blush as she fights to regain her breath. She grins and chuckles weakly. It isn't like the confident grin of the man still buried in her. No, it is an embarrassed grin.

“Oh, Valeria! Sorry about that. I promised to take you to the bathhouse, didn't I? It … it seems we got a little carried away there.”

Her smile wavers a little as she finishes yet my attention is already elsewhere. A divine whisper draws my attention away from the sights in front of me.

[You let desire and instinct guide you, gave in to temptation and beheld something you shouldn't have! The Dawn Maiden is your witness and gifts you 3 points for the Dragon Arcana as a reward.]

This is too much! This is the last straw! As Agnieszka's smile waivers and a look of concern replaces it, my legs give out under me and I hit the ground.