Hot Spring Seduction
Night was still, only the faint luminescence of twin moons casting pale silver light along the forest floor. There was no sound but the soft crunch of boots on forest earth as Leon and his women trailed the guard. The air was heavy with earth and moonlight, their pace slow, deliberate. Shadows danced about them, long and sinuous, but the air was serene—eerily serene, as if the trees themselves breathed not.
Forward, the guard led them with disciplined quiet until—he stopped.
Leon stopped too, the women behind him echoing his stop like silent ghosts. His keen eyes narrowed slightly as he raised an eyebrow, his voice calm and querying.
"We've arrived?"
Yes, Lord," The guard spun back with a bow. "Straight ahead a hundred meters from here Lord, you will see the hot spring in the open space."
Gurd barely hesitated; eyes respectfully downcast. "We will not proceed any further behind you. Please. you and the madams have your time undisturbed."
