Knowing Nila

VIVIAN

When we entered we were greeted with the sight of marquis Leon sitting on the edge of his bed wearing a robe. It was tied closed, but it seemed the lower half was spread open. Kneeling on the floor in front of him was a girl with small round ears on the top of her head. She was wearing a plain maroon dress that looked very much like what a peasant in a small town might wear, which almost blended in with her thick brown hair that was short enough that it barely tickled her shoulders. However, I couldn't see her face, since it was buried deeply between the marquis' thighs, bobbing up and down.

"Welcome to my home," the marquis said with a smile, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.