Rough Dreams

A long night passed into longer slumber for the scarlet haired Imperial.

Long hours of moon sugar and strong Nordic ale did a number on the mind if not left to properly settle. So it was that Arria drifted into a fitful slumber, her mind twisting harmless thoughts into sweet debauchery.

She would awake some hours later, feelings of regret deep in her chest. Her bed damp with the scent of sex and her hand sticky and twitching from tireless ministrations.

Bigger resolutions ere yonder: First, Second, Third, Fourth. Thanks again @pwishy2.