Lothar really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t risk it. But he wanted to know. He wanted to at least know what it felt like, to try, so that he won’t have to continuously question himself and what his body can or cannot do. He chose this brothel for its discretion and a certain bit of distance from Karhold so that word wouldn’t travel. He didn’t need his family mocking him and blaming him even more if it’s found that he can’t perform the basic act of fucking. Being a cripple is already a bad enough stain, if he can’t even produce an heir, then comes the danger of what his father might do to him.
He sits on the bed waiting. He had specifically requested a man, he didn’t need the added risk of possibly getting a girl pregnant if he was capable. Sleeping with a man may not be accepted, but at least it was free of possible bigger troubles.
He had asked them to bring their best. He hopes all will go well as he had planned.