the devil in disguise

"or what? you're going to throw another completely fucking outrageous demand at me? i think it's too late for that", letting out a huff of breath abigail squeezes her eyes shut — begging the world to just take all of this away and make it a dream. "and you know how they get when they have people over, the last thing they're going to hear is us." normally abigail would have made an appearance by now, popped her head in to wave at her parent's guests before leaving to give them peace and to avoid being dragged into a pointless conversation about the mayor or the main street. now she's knelt at her sister's feet, knees beginning to redden against the floor as her hues narrow. "i could make it happen just for you", although even as she spits her venom abigail knows it's not poisonous. yes she detests eden right now for twisting this, for twisting their already complicated relationship even further, but hate? it was a huge word. "yeah i did and now look, where did that get me? i was a kid eden, i wanted to be your friend and now you're doing this. i'm still your sister even if i don't follow you around anymore." a swallow sticks in her throat as her sibling touches her, far too delicately for abigail to believe it's actually meaningful. her scalp tingles as eden roots her hand within her hair, guiding her forward and leaving her eye level with eden's bare pussy. "are ... oh my god, i ... " it felt wrong to be looking at her sister like this, glimpsing her pink cunt beneath the dress she'd hiked up. "wh — what do you want me to do? i don't ... " cheeks flame as she falters, hands fisting against her knees. "i don't know what to do eden."

#[ eden ; threads ]#[ eden & abigail ; threads ]#[ silkties ; threads ]#[ silkties ; thread 002 ]#dubcon tw #incest tw

if only poor abigail understood the deep water she'd waltzed herself into, her huff of annoyance drawing nothing but amusement onto the elder femme's features. there were plenty more outrageous demands she could think of — had thought of, for that matter. this was simply the most satisfying; the one that would bring her pleasure, both physical and in the mental power trip it provided, wondering just how far her sister would go to maintain her image, just how hard she'd let eden step on her. "you better hope. i'd hate to have to break out the waterworks...tell mommy and daddy just how shocked i am by your actions...how worried i am that the wrong person might get their hands on your naughty, naughty little pictures." though, it would seem, the wrong person already had. "ohh. we can still be friends, abs. in fact...you be a good girl and you might just become my very best friend." that special friend she kept around for when it served her wants, her needs. "oh, come on now, sissy...you know how to lick a cunt." even if she'd never done it before, surely — though suddenly her actions falter, her features shifting in something between confusion and disbelief. "don't tell me you're risking your image by sending out onlyfans pictures to a guy who's not even eating your pussy, abigail." and despite the twisted position they're currently in, only now does eden seem genuinely disappointed by the other. "oh, that's fucking sad." and for a brief moment, it seems her intentions might be derailed, but instead, a chuckle escapes her glossed lips. "gonna eat pussy before you've ever even had yours ate, you poor thing." and eden once again begins to urge her nearer, beckoning her to her already dampening core with diminishing patience. "just lick. lick like you're curious. lick like you want to. you can't enjoy it til you understand it."

it was inevitable — one taste of leotie was never going to be enough for denver. after sipping the finest whiskey out there he couldn't stand the thought of going back to watered down piss. it was such a damn cliche to think it but she just wasn't like other women he knew. none of them had the hardworking grit she did, the constant smile on her pretty face the entire damn time too. like sweating in the midday heat was her favorite hobby. wetness slicks up his fingers as denver explores her youthful cunt, that single digit easing its way inside her, already grunting from how tight she is, how tight she would be when he manages to squeeze his dick inside her soon. "that's it baby, take it for your uncle ... so fuckin' good at takin' me." his nose brushes against her shoulder, breathing in her sweet scent as he feels her hand against his — a weak push that denver knows is down to her dazed state, not realising just who was touching her. "nu - uh sweetheart", a low cluck of his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a quiet reprimand, lightly nudging her delicate hand aside. "this cunt's mine baby, ain't it? so you gotta let me take it, don't you? don't be shy about it leotie ... you can be filthy with me." teeth graze her earlobe as his palm cups her heat, straining the undoubtedly pretty fabric of her panties.

#[ leotie ; threads ]#[ leotie & beck ; threads ]#[ silkties ; threads ]#[ silkties ; thread 001 ]#incest tw #somnophilia tw

that whine shifts into something even more pitiful when his thick digits eases its way further inside, as it carefully reminds her of just how to open up for him. her cunt coats it in welcome, the same way it had before — the same way it had his cock the last time he'd snuck into her bed. "ow." it's the first truly notable sign of discomfort, though leotie isn't sure what she's feeling is pain — isn't sure what she's feeling at all. toned thighs press together, both hands now reaching downwards, finding the warmth of her uncles arm and attempting to press it away as her tired eyes force themselves open, as her body instinctively tries to sit up. her lids are heavy, hooded, eyes adjusting in the darkness of her bedroom when it suddenly strikes her. "uncle beck?" his familiarity clicking within her mind before what's happening does; his scent, his face, his hands — his hands touching her in places they never should, his body impossibly close. "what are you-..." she squirms, plump lips pressing out in a pout as her mind spins, as the warmth flooding her body hits her like a tidal wave. "you can't..." surely he was confused — surely she was confused. "i don't..."

muse: jihye & jisoo. spoiled, rich brats twins. influencers. plot: here. connections: any & all. current or past relation/situation/flirtation-ship, (step) relative, in law, (childhood) friend, friend’s sibling/parent/partner, family friend, high school or college tutor/rival/bullying victim, parent's employee, fellow influencer, etc.

"you're being so greedy." it's more than a whine, a pout, the shift of jihye's hips making it clear that she's gotten restless in her current position — though somehow her touch upon them remains comforting. her back rests against the headboard, her fingers delicately tracing through their dampened hair as she keeps their head cradled back into the softness of her chest, other hand tracing gentle lines along their bare hips. she treats them almost like a treasure — unless they force her to do otherwise, too much squirming earning a tightened grip and cooed reminders to stay still. her face grazes the side of their own, breath warm against their ear as she airs out her grievances. "tell jisoo he needs to share."

the noise that escapes him is somewhere between a groan and a growl, begrudgingly drawing back from between the others legs and shooting a darkened glare in his sister's direction. "and you're being fucking impatient." his lips are reddened and damp, his chest heaving with each breath, his features flushed from the way he'd been relentlessly teasing their sex — urged on by their futile attempts to get away, by the pathetic noises escaping them. and he too, turns his attention to the poor soul trapped between them, hands that were contrasting-ly rough, likely bruising the legs he was keeping parted, giving a greedy squeeze. "tell jihye she needs to learn to wait her turn." as if they had any actual say.

#[ starters ]#honestly any and all ages/genders welcome because they're pansexual wh*res #indie smut rp #indie kink rp

#[ jihye ; regarding ]#[ jisoo ; regarding ]#did i create muses based solely off this post?? yes. yes i did.

the panic and fear had been taking over her life, waiting for eden to comment on the photos and make fun of her — but this? "i'm not! there's literally nothing dramatic about me freaking out over you suggesting i do this fucked up shit." mention of the entire town being sent her private photos renders her silent, blood freezing and lungs refusing to let her gulp down the air she desperately needed. the thought of their parents seeing them has her so close to a heart attack it's frightening. "eden no, n — no you can't do that. seriously you know what everyone would say about me! it was an accident, nobody but him was meant to see." fingers rake through her blonde hair, groaning as she tugs on the strands. what other choice did she have? she was out of options. "i hate you, like ... like really fucking hate you." with an expression filled with fury and frustration abigail rises from her bed, stepping in front of her sister before easing herself down to the floor. "that's what you want? me to do that? you're so fucking sick, eden." hands rest on her own thighs, refusing to touch her sister for as long as possible, to keep whatever semblance of control she has for that little bit longer.

#[ eden ; threads ]#[ eden & abigail ; threads ]#[ silkties ; threads ]#[ silkties ; thread 002 ]#dubcon tw #incest tw

"stop yelling." honey hues widened for a moment, flashing to the door and back to her sister, a silent warning of the dinner party still ongoing just down the stairs. one would think eden should be worried for her own sake, for the blackmail she's using, for the request she's making — she's not. for once in their lives, this could only look bad for abigail, the delicate sibling she'd once been so sweet towards — until they'd grown and the younger of the pair had become the absolute apple of, not only her parents, but the entire town's eye. abigail was the beautiful, sweet, gracious creature that received praised at every turn, remarks of how pleased they were she'd turned out so lovely when eden had been...well a handful. "hate me? you wish you could, abs. — bet you don't even have a bone in your body mean enough for that, do you?" and almost too sweetly, she reaches forward, brushing back those blonde locks that mirror her own, like she's admiring her sister's beauty. "you used to worship the ground i walked on, you know? you followed me around like a puppy...wanted to be just like me." when abigail was still young and naive and eden, the cool and carefree older version she might one day become. "come on, sissy." she cooes, knitting one hand into those soft locks and drawing her little sister forward, seeming unphased by just how sick abigail thought she was. "show me some of that adoration again."

leotie was a good girl, a damn hard worker too when she got to helping him out around the place — but that strictly paternal pride could only cover the feelings he had for so long. denver wasn't proud of it, how he slipped into her bed and felt her soft body against his, how his cock throbbed at the proximity. that first time could have been put down as an accident, a stupid mistake fuelled by too much alcohol and not enough restraint. but now? now he's gotta face his own sickness head on, acknowledge it as his thick fingers push beneath her panties to brush against her warm little cunt. god she's a fucking beauty. groaning to himself he bends himself against her back, lips skimming across her shoulder once more as he spreads her slick folds with two fingers. "fuckin' wet already, huh baby? this little pussy just knows when i come into the room don't it?" voice an inch above a whisper denver sucks in a harsh breath as he pushes the tip of one finger inside her creamy hole. "remember that first time, leotie? how fuckin' hot and tight you were around me? getting my cock all messed up with your cream." he's sure to be leaking into his boxers by now, playing with his niece's sleep warmed body in the middle of the night.

#[ leotie ; threads ]#[ leotie & beck ; threads ]#[ silkties ; threads ]#[ silkties ; thread 001 ]#incest tw #somnophilia tw #showering you in kisses bc I missed you so

who could blame the poor man really? leotie was all warmth and softness, a picture of feminine energy — bright eyes and plush lips, those summer dresses paired with cowboy boots that pleaded for eyes to be drawn to honeyed skin as she made her way through the fields, all smiles and manners and so eager to please those around her. even now, her body acts as a gift; a gentle place to land after a long day, perfect to help one unwind and relax. and didn't beck work hard? his experienced fingers spread her open and he's not wrong — it seems her body registers he's there, knows what he requires of it, remembers just how wet he needs her hole to be in order to welcome his manhood inside. only this time, his finger presses into that tight entrance and the whimper it draws from plush lips is different than it had been the last. there's no alcohol keeping her weighed in slumber, keeping her mind from acknowledging the warmth, the stretch. her features crinkle, her body shifting like it's trying to seek lost comfort, a hand reaching down and attempting to push away the intrusion, eyes that blinked in a fight against unconsciousness making it clear she wasn't yet aware what — or rather who, she was pushing away from her young cunt.

open to : f plot info : seventh bullet point in linked post

"this . . . this is ridiculous, why does it even matter? those photos were never meant for you, it was an accident and . . . and now you're what? holding it against me?" perhaps abigail had a different view on familial loyalty than they did. their name had been so close to her boyfriend's that she hadn't even realised her mistake until it was being literally waved in her face. swallowing the femme eyed the other and then the floor, where she had been told to kneel. "i'm not doing it, f.uck that i'm seriously not doing it — you're just bluffing, we're family."

#[ eden ; threads ]#[ eden & abigail ; threads ]#[ silkties ; threads ]#[ silkties ; thread 002 ]#dubcon tw #incest tw

"oh, ab's, babes...i didn't ask who they were meant for." and she hadn't, knew well enough who they were meant for, knew the embarrassment that most have overcame her little sister when the realization of what she'd done struck, the horror and desperation she must have felt to fix the situation. "stop being so pouty and dramatic, okay? a couple clicks and i can send these to the whole town. or we can just go downstairs and let mom and dad and all their friends see just how pretty sweet their sweet little beauty queen looks in her selfies." one hand extending in the younger femme's direction, the picture on shameless display, the other urging the hem of her dress higher up her already parted thighs — far too comfortable where she'd taken a seat at the edge the bed. "come on. it's clear you enjoy your dick enough to get wet at the thought...aren't you even a little curious to see if you like the taste of pussy too?"

open to : f plot : in source

denver had sworn to himself it was only going to be a one time occurrence, whisky imbued body leading him into her room where she lay nestled in those sheets. he'd promised it to himself . . . before he'd felt her, tightness clamping around his rigid length as he hushed her back to sleep that night. now he can't stop himself, sober as a judge the male slides himself beneath the warm sheets, her body so soft and pliant in the haze of sleep. gentle kiss is placed on the curve of her shoulder as he adjusts himself behind her, experienced hand roaming toward the front of those little sleep shorts she loves so much. "shh baby", a lulling whisper against her skin as he slips his hand inside, fingers dipping easily beneath the band of her panties.

#[ leotie ; threads ]#[ leotie & beck ; threads ]#[ silkties ; threads ]#[ silkties ; thread 001 ]#incest tw #somnophilia tw #me replying to ancient starters bc I miss writing with you pls love me

weekends spent at the ranch, surrounded by animals and watching the seasons change in a way different than they did in the city, it was no surprise leotie had grown with a love of her uncle's home. it was no surprise that she was here now, a job that she loved that happened to come with free room and board — though perhaps there was a secret cost that they'd both been unaware of. that first night, when she'd eagerly and curiously ended the evening with too much of his whiskey, trying to prove just how grown she was. and she did, in more ways than she knew, her body warm and compliant for beck when he'd slid into bed beside her, made use of her now womanly body. only he didn't have the same luxury tonight, both of their systems clean of the alcohol, exhaustion was now the only thing keeping leotie from reacting to the weight that settles in beside her. she stirs only slightly, a subtle twitch of her hips and sleepy whimper when calloused fingertips drift beneath her clothing.

tearthighs

open to: f. 21+

muse: ross reid, 50s, crime boss, ewan mcgregor.

plot: based on this. any connection is welcome, preferably someone he shouldn't be with, just please read my rules and kinks.

his mouth is hot against her neck, bodies pressed together side on as they sit on his couch. the black leather shifts as ross reaches his hand to slide along her thigh, still teasing, still working her up rather than letting her have his touch. not yet. he wants to ruin her first, wants to hear more of those little gasps and moans that have left his cock straining against his pants. his mouth trails high up her neck, sucking just below her ear before murmuring against it. "unbutton your blouse."

#[ tallulah ; threads ]#[ tallulah & ross ; threads ]#[ tearthighs ; threads ]#[ tearthighs ; thread 001 ]

tallulah had only been trying to do her job — community outreach that had landed her in a part of the community she should have remained far from. it's how she'd ended up face to face with him, stepping on toes she hadn't realized she'd been stepping on, a problem that had to be solved before it stirred unnecessary trouble in his pond. only how she'd ended up here; sitting obediently at his side, breath quivering as his hand and mouth explored her skin, that was fuzzy in tallulah's brain. in fact, right now, under his experienced touch, everything was. she knows she should ask to leave, knows she should deny his request — instead she obliges, trembling hands lifting, working one button after another, slowly exposing more of her skin to a man who remained a practical stranger.

open to f / enby

based on this post connection — any connection welcome especially if he shouldn't be kissing them ( t.aboo connections encouraged ) replies will be moved to a new post / thread

he feels a pull toward them — magnetic, impossible to deny — that makes it hard to focus, hard to think. kane barely even remembers where they were headed — his apartment, perhaps? his eyes are locked on her as they step into the elevator, the doors barely even closed before he's moving. arm snaking around her waist, he pulls her against his frame as his lips come crashing into hers for a searing kiss. guides her up against the wall of the elevator, pressing her back into the surface as his mouth devours hers. "god, i could fuck you right here," kane mumbles against her mouth, fingers tangling into her hair as his lips connect with hers again.

#[ carmila ; threads ]#[ carmila & kane ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; thread 003 ]#okay left this open but possible vampire or succubus?? but also open to other ideas if creativity takes you a different direction.

the throne in italy may have no longer existed, a power that didn't exist in the same capacity it once had — but the family name and their titles still held, their worth still notable and carmila; their shining jewel. she was the first female heir in a thousand years, adored by family and admirers alike. only the femme was the serpent beneath the flower exterior, a minx that was hungry for what she wanted and didn't care the destruction left in her wake. and right now? she's aching for the male she's drawn away from the crowd, who reaches for her and stakes his claim before the elevator has even shifted. mouth works against his in fervor, hands curling into the loops of his trousers, tugging him closer and sighing in a display or disappointment when he speaks. "could or would?" manicured nails lift, brushing back one of those luscious curls and trailing through his scalp as her eyes devour him. "are you worried you might be stopped before you find out just how luscious my walls feel wrapped around your cock?"

open to m / f / enby

based on this post ( nsfw ) — figure someone walking in or she fell asleep in the wrong bed the night before connections — any connection welcome ( t.aboo connections encouraged ) replies will be moved to their own thread

countless times in the last week had she woken up like this: overheated, highly aroused, an aching need between her legs. the covers had already been pushed aside in her sleep, hands pushing up her t-shirt to expose her bare brea.sts beneath. maia's hips rock lazily against the pillow wedged between her legs. each slow movement drags the seam against her c.lit. her arousal is already soaked through onto the pillow, far too sleepy to care about the mess she's making. but she needs more — hands dragging her pant.ies down best she can as a soft moan falls from her lips.

#[ elena ; threads ]#[ elena & maia ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; thread 003 ]#incest tw

no children of her own, maia was the blessing perhaps most cherished in her life; the sweet niece that the woman adored and encouraged — spoiled even, according to maia's parents. it's why she'd snuck into her room so early that morning, bags of gifts she'd brought home from across the ocean, ready to shower her in the love she hadn't been able to give in months. only when the younger of the pair stirs, she doesn't seem aware she's no longer alone, that elena has settled comfortably in the open space of the bed, back propped against the headboard. it's unexpectedly, the perfect place to witness maia's show. she looks glorious; perky breasts and curves on display, tired face lost in bliss. "i can smell you, maia." she cooes teasingly, an interruption that comes far later than it should have — yet the hand that reaches to brush back the locks sticking to her face is gentle, comforting, trying not to scare the younger of the pair or stop the mission she's on. "are you always this needy in the mornings, muñeca?"

OPEN TO f / m / nb

CONNECTIONS — literally anyone who may have access to the house — room/housemate, sibling's/roommate's bf/gf/spouse, friend, step/sibling, step/parent, any relation really, stalker(?) MUSE — bodhi west ( matthew b.roome ). early/mid 20s. bisexual. ── ALT. MUSES: any of my males tbh

unrelenting heat of the sun had made it so easy for him to fall asleep. bodhi had anticipated having the house to himself all day — and after a naked dip in the pool to cool off, he hadn't bothered to cover himself up while laying back on one of the loungers. no clue how long he's been asleep. the sun still warm up overhead when an entirely different warmth has him stirring awake — but this one tighter, wetter, and wrapped around his cock. bodhi barely registers the oddity of someone's mouth working over him at first, a soft groan escaping him as he stirs. one hand reaches down to tangle in their hair, guiding them on his shaft. "that's it," he mumbles out sleepily. god, what a dream.

#[ jihye ; threads ]#[ jisoo ; threads ]#[ jihye & jisoo & bodhi ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; thread 002 ]#dubcon tw #i couldn't decide between step-sibling or just roommate/friend of jisoo so please feel free to decide for me

a dare, that's all it was. their poor companion seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that the twins were arriving back in town today, that their enjoyment of the beautiful day would have interruption. she'd dared jisoo first, only he'd rivaled her with an argument and then, a friendly game of rock paper scissors that deemed her the loser — or perhaps winner. the femme easing gently onto the base of the lounger, soft hands grasping bodhi's member before her mouth wraps around the warm head. she allows saliva to pool, to collect in the space between her tongue and his cock and coat him as she slowly begins to test his length, his girth. it's unintentional, the giggle that slips past jihye's lips when he groans beneath her — quickly silenced by the hands that sleepily guide her to give what he needed.

jisoo is shameless in the way he's propped himself comfortably on the lounge chair just beside bodhi — well, bodhi and the twin that's settled so comfortably between his thighs. his eyes are locked in as she leans in almost playfully, though that demeanor seems to shift a little too notably and too quickly, perhaps more interested in the task at hand that she'd first let on. intrigue turns to amusement when she first displays it, though his words imply annoyance. "shut the fuck up." a whispered warning as his dark gaze flashes to bodhi's face, shifting, adjusting his own trousers as he hears that subconscious praise. "you're gonna wake him up."

OPEN TO m / nb

BASED ON this ( nsfw ) CONNECTIONS — roommate, best friend, best friend's/sibling's s.o., or more ta.boo connections (i.e., step/brother, step/dad, uncle, in-law, etc.) MUSE — lennox taylor ( madelyn cl.ine ). early/mid 20s. bisexual. switch. — ALT MUSES: maia, nicola, poppy, neoma, simone, billie

the movement of her hips was slow, teasing as she rubbed his bulge between her legs. she doesn't want it to be over too soon — knowing this was as much as they would allow themselves. soft, sweet moans fall from the blonde's lips. hands tighten on his shoulders, head tipping back in ecstasy. lennox has soaked through her panties, arousal overwhelming as she grinds against his cock. he brushes against her clit with each rock of her hips, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. "just a little more, i'm almost there," she pants. her heads lifts, lips ghosting against his — still not quite kissing him. "if only you'd let me put it inside, hmm? then you could fill me with cum."

#[ jonas ; threads ]#[ jonas & lennox ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; threads ]#[ dcrkdcsire ; thread 001 ]#incest tw #i based this off of one of the ideas in your tag so hopefully it makes sense & works

oh, his sweet girl; his world. it was without question that jonas would do anything for her, welcoming her back home without second thought the moment she'd needed a safe place to land. it hadn't mattered that it came with the attachment of her boyfriend, hadn't mattered that he couldn't stand the kid, a useless shit that didn't seem to have any ambitions — let alone show lennox the treatment she deserved. that's why she's once again perched on her father's lap, her delicate hips rocking with a steady precision. his large hands rest just beneath the hem of her shirt, on that soft, warm skin — not guiding, just comforting. "you're doing so good, princess." he cooes, praises her ability to reach her climax, to get what she needed — even if it left him throbbing. even now; her words cause him to groan low in his throat, his grip to tighten just enough to notice, the smell of her intoxicating. "you know i can't, kiddo..."

needies

so wrong . so forbidden. so gross . to feel this way towards his little cousin , for her to be the carnal of all desires he carries deep within . was supposed to just be something he carried secretly , scared of the consequences if his depravity comes out . yet , here he was , and everything was so much worse . her voice causes eric to flinch back , his hand , though twitching with the want to continue coaxing her soft tanned skin , drops to his side , eyes dropping down at her small frame . " i'm sorry . " homme says quietly , embarrassed as he sniffling as his hand comes to wipe down his face , tensing his jaw . he apologizes , but makes no effort into untying her . " are you ... are you okay? your head ... "

#[ evangeline ; threads ]#[ evangeline & eric ; threads ]#[ needies ; threads ]#[ needies ; thread 002 ]#dubcon tw

she can't help it, the way her lips draw down into a pout when his touch leaves her, mind wondering just what his perverse thoughts would have led him to do if she'd remained unconscious. oh, it was sick — they're both aware of that fact, but her cousin looked so sweet being caught in his twisted obsession, and oh, would she torment him for it. "it's...sore." and it was, a dull thrumming where it'd collided against the dresser — though she's sure that was to be expected. "i'm okay, though." a small smile offered to reassure him, those doe orbs taking him in like she's as nervous as he. "what...what are you sorry for, eric?" a question that seems genuine enough. "are you...sorry you hurt me or...sorry about what I saw? it can be our secret, you know."

needies

"i am here to council you and help you keep your affair in orders." answers kindly despite the rattled anxiety coursing through her. hadn't expected this position to be easy, had heard all the talk about the handsome but brute-like prince. never desired to be a babysitter for the man, but her father hadn't given her much of a choice, had reminded her that being friendly with their superiors would put her future - matchmaking into greater hands. still, the way james is looking at her like she was something to sink his hungry teeth into... has her faltering. such vulgar words slipping past him has her pupils widening, delicate pout pursing open with no words found to speak. chest heaves with every slow breath, penelople places her hand upon the center of her bodice to ease nerves. "i'm afraid... that is not possible, your highness. however... there is a club much fitting for your desires the town over. perhaps i can arrange your men to escort you?"