Nympha made an excuse to leave. Lara's gaze followed her. She was deep in thought.
Just outside, opposite the inn, beyond the flickering perimeter's torches, the woman in red entered a dimly lit house. The servant thrown out earlier was inside, kneeling on the cold floor.
Nympha ascended the wooden stairs and entered through an ornate door. Inside, a naked man sprawled on the bed. His hands and feet were bound and tied to the bedposts by ropes. He was gagged and blindfolded.
Another man of medium build was lazily putting on his trousers before he moved toward the door, where Nympha was still standing. He lifted her chin so she could stare into his coldly glinting eyes. "Be sure to entertain him well. He should not have any doubts."
Nympha felt her chin would break if he applied more pressure. She nodded. "Yes, I will, master." Deep inside, her stomach knotted. It took her a lot of willpower to keep herself from vomiting.
