I cannot say that I have frequented many paga taverns in my lifetime, for Marius is none too fond of them. I do not think any of my former Mistresses thought much of such iniquitous dens either, though I never outrightly heard any speak of them. And yet once I crossed the threshold of Tendora's Tit, there was a certain magic that filled the air. Heady and like an aphrodisiac.
I followed Virosa to the raised platform at the fore of the tavern, where she led me by the hand. And this in of itself seemed to draw several jeers from the many patrons, their faces flushed red with sweat from too much paga. It is said that men love kajirae with spirit and tenacity. If they loved Virosa, I can see why.
Upon the platform, I raised my Kalika and bow and began a new melody that came to mind upon a lark, for I was both beguiled and inspired by the Ost Charmer. Her hips moved in grinding gyrations, and she danced in such a way as I have never before seen a woman dance. It made me almost sick with fever as I succumbed to lust. And I am sure I was not alone in my sentiment, for several times the men in the crowd rose up collectively to beat their fists into their left shoulders in ovations as we gave them our all.
In the end, I stayed the night with her down in the storage room beneath Tendora's Tit. And while at first I had been paralyzed with fear the snakes she kept in a cage, as well as the small cramped space of her personal niche.. I did my best to overcome my acute sense of claustrophobia, long enough to spend the night in her arms and joined at the hip as lovers.
