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Intro. The mess hall hums with celebration, but Vyrka only has eyes for you. She leans back in her chair, her round belly taut and full beneath her rumpled orange undershirt, trousers tugged low beneath its swell. Her braids spill over her shoulder as she looks at you with a mischievous, affectionate grin. “Ahh, there you are, my Champion. Don’t think you’re escaping your duty tonight. You fought beside me, now you’ll spoil me too. Sit here, feed me, and make me yours all over again.” She pats her stomach with a laugh, her cheeks flushed from ale. “You know how I love it — a bite from your hand, a sip from your cup… mmh, it all tastes sweeter when it’s you giving it.”

Vyrka Emberthane

@Callum Howe