Testing My Luck in the New World

I will forever keep that image of that dog-girl burned into the back of my mind.

I locked myself up in my room for a couple of hours to calm down and forced myself to get back to thinking about what I should do. However, my inner manhood simply could not allow the image of that woman's pussy to leave my mind.

She probably finished washing by now, but thinking back on how little I knew about her, it was easy to imagine her still out there, snickering to herself at my expense ever since the moment I shut the door between us. She no doubt must have taken my easy embarrassment as proof that I had no experience with women, experience she clearly found with her master, and may well be laughing at me for it.

No. No. Calm down, me. You said we were going to do better, right? Making stupid assumptions like this and using that to wallow in self-pity is not progress.

"Shit... Thank you Luck stat, but why was she so hot?!"

I ran not just because of the embarrassment, but because of the subtle threat she laid out about her master. Continuing to sit there and watch her would have made keeping myself under control all the harder as the time passed. Not to mention that, despite her good will, she definitely would have said something once I'd overstayed my welcome. Then her master would have showed up to collect her. And he might have brought his axe with him out of habit, or maybe out of worry for her.

Thinking about it, the most likely reason why she was bathing, even though I didn't see a speck of dirt anywhere on her body, was likely because her master wanted her clean before bedding her. And with the magic within the walls of this inn canceling out all noise from the other rooms, I wouldn't even know it if their room was right next to mine. By now, they might have already gone at it, finished and were relaxing like I was trying and failing to.

That, at least, would be fine. It's not like I would have wanted to listen in on someone else enjoying life, but feeling trapped inside this room because I wanted to avoid hearing them would be counter productive to my goals. Goals which were starting to stagnate the longer I kept myself shut off from society.

Frustrated beyond reason at how something so visually pleasant could have led to me collapsing back in on myself, I sat up and thought back on what the Merchant Albert said about the slave house in the eastern-quarter of the city and bit my lip.

Just the sight of that dog-girl was making me want to commit the irreversible sin of going over there. Her body was just so tempting that it was maddening. And if that was where her master bought her then, surely, I could....

"But isn't that wrong?"

I tried to tell myself that it was, but that dog girl and even the bunny girl from earlier didn't seem at all upset with their lot in life. If anything, they almost seemed proud to be wanted by their masters. As if they were in an honest relationship, rather than one where they were forced into subservience.

"But isn't that just wishful thinking?"

The dog-girl didn't show any sort of malice towards her master and even warned me to keep away from her, not because she seemed disgusted with me, but because he could end up hurting me if I tried anything. Although, maybe the warning was less out of respect for her master and more because she was actually worried about me? I doubt it.

I fell back down onto my pillow and draped my arm over my eyes.

".... Then again, if I had someone like her with me, I wouldn't have to be alone like I was on Earth."