18 Little night to socialize. Part1 (1/2)

Protected by men in arms, between shock and tiring rocking, the magnificent carriage of Rhea slowly pursued the few soldiers in front of it.

With Viscount Lassale at its head, the small procession, which encountered no major obstacles on its way, only reached the base of the Velezes chain at nightfall.

When the moons brutally chased away the suns, Rhea quickly drew the velvet curtain of her vehicle.

Not a minute had passed since the darkness had set in and yet, already, they was there.

Wandering through the fields along the little dirt road that led Rhea at that Baron's house where she was supposed to spend the night, that, seeming wander aimlessly, without even knowing where they were, the Ghouls appeared one after the other, becoming master of the lands of the Kingdom of Visgon.

Her long bent legs, ready to leap out of the coach at any moment, Rhea, who had been able to retrieve her sexy battle outfit and her two thin swords, continued to watch them with some apprehension.

Sometimes ignoring the beings nearby and sometimes rushing towards human beings more than a mile away from them, having often slept under the starry sky of this world, she knew too well the senseless behaviour of these things not to be suspicious.

Soon surrounded by these nocturnal creatures, after a noisy neighing intended to frighten them, the combat horses, accustomed to meeting these monsters, began to gallop in the direction of the castle which would provide shelter for all for the night.

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After enjoying a hearty meal of freshly caught fish in a nearby lake, Rhea follows Baron Clen and his wife into a cosy little lounge in order to as the noblemen like to say, 'socializing'. In order to adapt to their beautiful guest who ignores the rule of the most entertaining games in which members of the nobility and more generally those of high society usually participate, the pretty forty year old woman proposes a card game whose rule is not complicated.

”Miss Rhea! As you can see, like this I lay the deck, that way, down face against the table in order to

none of us can discern a single card. At each round, you, Viscount Lassale, my husband and I will each draw one of the cards and the one with the smallest card in his hand, is the loser.”

The rules are indeed very simple to remember, almost childish. The beautiful woman leaves her armchair to join the sides of Rhea whose eyes sweep across this beautifully decorated living room.

”I propose that we start without waiting for the first round. Let everyone draw his card.”

Rhea leaves the luxurious translucent crystal chandelier and throws her hand towards the deck spread out on the small pink marble table.

Her card in her possession, to make sure no one sees it, she holds it discreetly against her large breasts.

Distrustful and wishing that no one would know her deck, only after making sure that none of her three opponents are spying on her, she places it in front of her eyes.

A ten? A little disappointed at first, she reassures herself by convincing herself that among the other three players, at least one of them will have picked a card inferior to hers.

With his devastating smile, the Viscount is the first to reveal what he was hiding against his muscular thigh.

”I'm afraid I'm not the loser, because in his wisdom, fate has made me the possessor of a King.”

At this presumptuous announcement, Rhea's heart quickens. However, when Baron Clen laughs as he waves his card in full view of everyone, Rhea, who hates to lose, feels despair overwhelming her.

”Dear Viscount! If you are the lucky King of this round, fate certainly has its reasons for making me the Ace who will lead each of you.”

Perhaps it's for the sake of female solidarity? It is also possible that it was to reassure her or simply to encourage her, but the Baron's wife puts a languorous kiss in Rhea's neck.

Rhea who appreciates the feeling of this sexy, mature woman's lips against her skin does not push her away. On the contrary, she tilts her head to the side to let her soft tongue slide down to the nape of her neck.