After calculating her expenses, buying new under garments, she'd pocketed a tidy twelve silver coins in pure profit.
Enough to justify a rare indulgence.
She'd stopped by the market on her way home, her expression as stoic as ever, and purchased a small luxury: a cut of smoked venison, rich and fragrant, and a loaf of honey-glazed bread from the baker who rarely sold to anyone without a noble's purse.
Tonight's dinner would be special, a quiet reward for her efficiency.
She stepped out of the tub, water sluicing off her body, her toned legs and arms gleaming in the candlelight.
Her breasts, full and firm, bounced slightly as she reached for a towel, drying herself with the same mechanical precision she applied to everything.
From a small wooden box on the counter, she pulled out her new purchases: a black lace bra and matching panties, delicate but sturdy, bought with Lor's share which he bartered for her undergarments.
