A Disguise

Lassim had excused himself from Vaela's residence early that morning, skipping the breakfast meal the seductive mistresses had been preparing entirely. The rising heat of the desert sun now in the noon sky hadn't been half as stifling as the atmosphere in that house.

This morning's flirtations, the sheer intimacy between Vaela and her girls, had continued to escalate to a point where Lassim had begun to feel... overstimulated. While he tried to stay focused on the official mission, he was so overwhelmed that he forgot to even ask her about her lightning lance technique [Raindown Lances] that she used. He was too distracted by how boldly they displayed their affection and quickly found any excuse to leave once the blonde began taking off Vaela's belt and breeches.