“In my capacity as Guildmistress and employer, I command you, Livia Clark, for the entirety of the following week, to comply with the following directives. XXX Finally finished with the graduates, the ashamed woman – not even hungry at this point – crawled towards the remaining smaller table of four adventurers. A feeble knock, and the doors opened; no soul could resist from glancing a look. She resigned to remain hungry a little longer and shook her head. Oral graces were formally forbidden; mostly by the church, but at some point it had simply become a form of respect for woman in general. “The world is your oyster Livia, I’m glad you’re seeing the big picture now. Tears began to run down her cheeks, but she swallowed surge by surge, trying her best not to choke on urine.
