Just one night before the season's Sardar Faire drew to its conclusion. There was quite a crowd drawn in anticipation, and Asia even brought Jade to come and see me play. For at least a few hours I stood on the odeum stage down below, watching now and then as I led the audience captively into a string of complicated melodies. Yet it was Jade's pretty face that drew my eyes back each time.
For the duration of this four-hand journey, celibacy had been impressed upon me. And by the end of my concert I was nearly at my wit's end with need. Jade carried my instrument case for me as we walked back to the tent where our cots were, and it was there that I.. took her.. rather by force. No longer able to contain myself.
What a wretch I had become, caring not one iota whether she wanted to be taken. Later I could weep. But not then. For I needed her body to join with mine own. I needed to fill her belly again and again until I was surrendered of my seed. And afterward, I took her back to her Mistress.
Never in my life have I used a woman thusly. What have I become?
