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[color=f49ac2]"ohhh, yes! right there!"[/color] 

The stifled moan of the bed warmer he hired at the Darkened Honey was like silk on the elderly mans ears. She was in her late twenties and had the smooth skinned figure to match it, his hands had roamed her from neck to toe quite thoroughly and found all the spots across the young womans body that made her squirm at his touch. Stiff fingers touched bare skin and another moan came from the play pretties lips as they stretched out across the bed. 

[color=f49ac2]"But- Nn- Sir! I am supposed to be, Ahn~"[/color] Yet another such gasp of hastily taken breath interrupting their protests as Miriana, todays snack, reeled from the experienced hands of her daytime lover. [color=f49ac2]"I am supposed to massage you, old dog." [/color]

For his own part, Mirt enjoyed his time among the hired play pretties. Frequently so. There was not a single city the former First Warrior had visited since his escape all those years ago where he had failed to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh when Anyon, his stalwart but sorely uneducated traveling partner, was otherwise preoccupied. The girl would likely accost him the day she found out where her Elderly companion went to so frequently but until then it was nothing but dalliances!
Stiff fingers poked and prodded the soft flesh of Mirianas back as he massaged her with great care. Strong hands rubbed hard muscle into jelly between his fingers as the many lessons from his youth about proper body care played their part yet again. After rigorous workouts you needed to relax the muscles and properly massage the stress out. Mirt and Miriana had participated in such a, for lack of better phrasing, 'rigorous' activity for a large portion of the morning and it was nearly time for what was left of his coin to expire. 

[color=fff79a]"It is nothing, my dear. In my homeland it is an honor to ease a fine ladies pains away after the deed is over. Your every ache is my pleasure to soothe."[/color] Of course this didn't stop the inevitable reaction from his own old body. A young bull he might be in the sheets when the time for action was nigh, but by the sun that shined eternal he was getting almost too old for such things! Of course if he had continued his own daily stretchings instead of lounging about, Mirt knew his swelling belly may not have been so robust. 

A knock at the door sometime later signaled the end of his allotted time. Miriana gave him a gentle kiss goodbye as his clothes were hastily replaced after cleaning himself off with a wet towel. Silently he promised to return, when coin permitted, and participate in the decadence again. 
Until then it was time to find his companion once more and find coin aplenty in this city of cutthroats. Maybe Anyon would have something to drink! By the Sun, he had worked up a thirst.