Chapter 19: Public interactions contest
Emily, Julie, and Kitiara walked into the bustling Market of Kalaman, each adorned in their finest outfits - Emily's was a daringly low-cut dress, Julie's was a flowing, magical robe, and Kitiara's was a tight leather outfit. As they strolled through the vibrant stalls, the air was thick with the smell of fresh produce and the sound of merchants hawking their wares.
Emily, Julie, and Kitiara walked past a stall of overpriced eggs, where a particularly rotund merchant eyed them with hungry eyes.
Rotund Egg Merchant: "Ladies, care to sample some of my finest eggs?"
Emily, sizing him up and down, replied with a wink: "Sampling's all well and good, but I prefer to break the eggs in the privacy of my own home."
Kititara burst out laughing at Emily's clever innuendo, while Julie tried to suppress her own laughter by biting her lip.
Edgar snaps fingers, girls react and rate 5 emotions 1-10.
Girls: :
1. Excitement - Julie: 9/10
2. Anxiety - Emily: 6/10
3. Curiosity - Kitiara: 8/10
4. Rejection - Ang: 2/10
5. Apprehension - Ang: 7/10
Angela crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "Not this again."
Emily patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Come on, Ang. We won't let them break you.
Edgar tells the girls, you will need to split up so you are more vulnerable. When you run into a woman who is jealous cause you fucked a guy they like or an ex, it's often best if you are alone so you can't avoid the interaction.
This leaves you with two options: either pretend like nothing happened and act like you don't remember or bite the bullet and address it head-on.
Julie, Emily, and Kitiara were presented with this conundrum when they split up to go about their errands in the city. Julie ran into a guy she had a one-night stand with, but couldn't remember his name. "Hey there...I don't suppose you happen to know who I am?" she blurted out. The guy just looked at her with a blank expression. Julie realized she had to address it head on, as all the girls would have to.
She took a deep breath and tried again. "You know, from that bar by the river, a few weeks ago? We had some fun together?"
The guy's face suddenly lit up with recognition. "Oh, right! Sorry, I was drawing a blank there. Good times, huh?"
Julie forced a smile and nodded, trying to play it cool.
But her mind was racing. How do I get out of this awkward situation? She couldn't remember his name, and she didn't want to come off as clingy or stupid. She then realized it would make a better story if she came off as clingy and stupid.
But then, she remembered Edgar's words. She had to face this alone. She straightened up and looked the guy in the eye.
Julie asked him to rate and rank the positions.
"Head in the lap, dick sliding in and out of my throat?" He had on his thinking face so she had to wait for a second before he said, "9/10."
" on my back, dick pumping in and out of me at a steady rhythm while looking into my eyes?" "7/10, could use some more sucking action."
"doggystyle, dick slamming into me from behind and tugging my hair?" "10/10, classic and entertaining."
"missionary, dick slowly entering me, my legs wrapped tightly around his back?" "8 /10, a bit too vanilla for my taste."
"In the shower, we were both soaking wet and I was on my knees giving him head, I accidentally swallowed." "10/10, the thrill of getting caught is a turn-on."
"On the pool table, my legs spread wide, and he's hitting me from every angle. Ended with a massive facial." "11/10, best night of my life."
"Alright, thanks for the hot tips," Julie said, winking at the guy as she walked away.
Julie kneeled in front of him. She asked if there was any way he wanted to be satisfied and giggled.
The man, surprised, hesitated before nodding slowly. "Okay, sure."
Meanwhile, Emily found herself in a sticky situation as she ran into an ex-boyfriend in the market. She could feel her heart racing and her palms sweating as they locked eyes. He looked just as shocked as she was, and for a moment they stood there in silence.
Emily felt the weight of his gaze and the pressure to respond, but all she could do was give him a small smile and a wave. To her surprise, he smiled back, and they started chatting like old times.
They reminisced about their wild nights together and some "memorable" moments that made them both cringe. Emily found herself blushing and stammering as they dove deeper into the rabbit hole.
Meanwhile, Emily was still stuck in her awkward conversation with her ex in the market. She could feel her palms getting sweatier by the second, and she tried to find an escape route. Just as she was about to make a run for it, her ex spoke up.
"Hey, do you remember that time at the beach when we...?" He leered at her suggestively, and Emily's heart sank. She quickly interrupted him.
She realized the point of this was to create awkward encounters so she looked at him and said, take me there now, and take me down a peg or two there when my tits are out.
Her ex, caught off-guard, stammered a bit before nodding in agreement. Emily smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction at turning the tables on him.
Meanwhile, Julie was busy trying to use her newfound magical powers to conjure a sandwich. After several failed attempts, she managed to produce a less-than-appetizing loaf of bread with a suspiciously gelatinous substance in the middle.
Suddenly, a group of women walked in, casting dirty looks in her direction. One of them, a tall brunette with a pointed nose and a scowl on her face, stepped forward and glared at Julie.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
Julie hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. Should she pretend to not remember the woman or address the situation head-on? She had a feeling that the latter would be the better option.
Smiling, Julie replied, "You must be Irene. The one who seemed baffled over why I got more boyfriends than you back at the academy. Well, the secret is out – the size of my tits does matter."
The room fell silent as the women gasped in shock. Julie stood tall and proud, puffing out her chest.
Edgar watched the scene unfold from his perch at a nearby table, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. "That's my girl," he murmured to himself.
"She's learning to play the game."
Emily, finally free from her ex, made her way to the butcher shop, where she hoped to find some fresh meat for Edgar's dinner. The butcher, a gruff and sweaty man, eyed her suspiciously as she entered.
"What can I do for ya, missy?" he grunted, his arms covered in the blood of freshly slaughtered animals.
Emily shuffled nervously under his gaze. "Um, I'd like a few steaks, please. Rare."
The butcher grumbled and reached for a hunk of raw meat. Suddenly, a sound caught his attention, and he looked over Emily's shoulder, eyes widening.
Emily turned around and saw a group of women walking into the shop, led by a tall and statuesque blonde with bright red lips and an itty-bitty black leather dress. She had the body and attitude of a goddess and walked with the confidence of someone who knew it.
Emily gulped audibly as her gaze locked with those of the curvaceous woman striding toward her. The woman wore a skin-tight leather dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure, leaving little to the imagination. Emily's mind raced with thoughts of what might have happened between her and this woman who seemed so familiar.
Before she could even register what was happening, the woman slammed a fistful of feathers into Emily's face. "Look at me, whore!" the woman shouted, using Emily's nickname as a term of endearment.
Emily looked at her blankly, how do you know I am a whore?
She can never resist a challenge and this one was a doozy, she felt a flutter of excitement as she tried to think of a clever comeback.
"Well darling, owes the butcher more than just a slice" Emily flashes her biggest smile, aiming to disarm Adira and gain the upper hand.
Adira, unfazed by Emily's attempts at wit, grinned wickedly. "Is that so?
Well then, how about I let him squeeze my tits and see if he can tell us apart?" Emily retorted, crossing her arms under her ample cleavage.
Adira laughed, grabbing Emily's breast through the fabric of her dress. "Oh darling, these are not the tits of a whore. These are the tits of a goddess. Or at least a queen," she said with a wink.
Later that day, the three girls met up again in the winding alleyways of Kalaman. Each looked flushed and excited from their adventures, eager to share their stories with the others.
Julie ran up to Emily, grinning from ear to ear.
"Guess who I just ran into? That tall redhead with the green eyes! (Sorceress) She looked pistol-whipped and pissed off.," Julie reported, giddy with excitement. Emily raised an eyebrow. "Really? What happened?" Julie rolled her eyes. "Then she approached the magic shop. The old man looked at her with wonder in his eyes, and she purchased a spell to make her breasts grow larger.
To the baker, she asked for a special type of sweet roll.
They were not just any sweet rolls, but instead, naughty ones shaped like male genitalia and covered with pink icing. She let out a mischievous giggle as she handed them over to Emily, who took them with a cheeky grin.
Emily couldn't wait to make Edgar's day with this delectable treat. They walked together to the temple, which was bustling with activity. Devout followers knelt in prayer while priests in golden robes chanted in the background.
The temple was imposing and filled with incense, creating a sensual, aromatic atmosphere. Emily handed the cake to Edgar, who looked at it with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's this?" he asked, but before Emily could explain, they were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Well, well, well, look who we have here," A familiar looking woman sneered. Emily and Julie both felt a tension coil in their stomachs. They had been caught red-handed, so to speak. The woman asked where their @Dumb bitch collar @Slut rug @Cumrag were.
Emily and Julie looked at each other confusion. Emma had no idea what she was talking about. The woman then explained that their outfits were incomplete. The rules were simple, they'd have to follow her to an after-party at her mansion.
Emma couldn't help but rolling her eyes again. Really, another after-party?
But what could she do? She was outnumbered and outwitted. She decided to play along, with a feeling of unease and reluctance.
She could only imagine what other challenges awaited them at this mysterious mansion.
But before they could get there, they had to make a stop at the theater to see the latest show. The theater was filled to the brim with eager theater-goers, all dressed in their finest attire. Emily, Julie, and Kitiara took their seats, watching as the actors and actresses on stage performed their hearts out.
Suddenly, a commotion arose in the row behind them. Emily turned around and gasped.
It was Angela, her archnemesis in more ways than one. Angela had a reputation in Kalaman for being a sore loser, unpredictable, and ruthless. And she had a longstanding grudge against Emily for an incident that happened last year that had left a massive dent in Angela's ego.
Angela smirked at the horrified look on Emily's face, "Well, if it isn't the whore of Kalaman.
I see you and your slutty friends are up to your old tricks again."
Emily's face turned red, but she didn't back down. "Angela, my dear, it's always a pleasure to see you. Especially since you look like you could use a good fucking." Angela hissed, baring her teeth like a cornered animal. "And what makes you think I'd ever stoop so low as to touch the likes of you?"
Emily grinned wickedly, "Oh, I have evidence, my dear.
Evidence that, even if it was fake, would still cause a massive scandal for you. It's a win-win for me. You either have to take it and look like a slut or deny it and look like a liar."
Angela's eyes narrowed to slits as she spat venom at Emily, "You miserable whore. I would bet my left tit that you paid to get those so-called 'scandalous' pictures taken. You and your cock-sucking friends are always desperate to make me look bad. But guess what?
Angela took the bait like a dying trout. She blew up, causing a scene in the theater and forcing the girls to leave. Emily and Julie couldn't help but laugh at Angela's temper tantrum. Sure, it might cause some trouble for them in the future, but at least it was entertaining.
As they left, Emily spotted a guy in the front row who looked like he could use some action. She sidled up to him, whispering in his ear, "Like what you see?" The guy blushed, trying and failing to keep his eyes off her chest.
"Yeah, you're pretty hot," he managed to stammer out.
Emily chuckled and leaned in closer, "Why don't we go somewhere more private, and I can show you just how hot I can be?"
Julie knew she had to take action, so she summoned all her magical might and cast a spell to make Angela's face turn bright red, leaving her speechless. The man looked at Angela in shock before quickly shifting his attention to Julie, who gave him a playful wink.
Back at the market, Kitiara stumbled upon a bakery that was known for its dirty pastries. She grinned wickedly and decided to play a prank on the baker.
She asked for a "cumrag" and when the poor baker looked confused, she described it as a white rag to wipe off "man-goo" after "cranking one out". The baker, still seemingly puzzled, finally figured it out and his jaw dropped in shock.
Kitiara chuckled, winked, and walked out. With her mind racing about Julie and Angela's situation, she decided to swing by the temple.
Entering the temple, she couldn't help but feel at peace.
The calming scent of incense and the sight of devoted followers kneeling in prayer brought a smile to her face.
Emily approached the altar and knelt down, closing her eyes and whispering a prayer. She thanked the gods for bringing her to where she was today and asked for their guidance as she navigated her life.
As she opened her eyes, she noticed a man staring at her from afar. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing green eyes. Emily felt a spark of attraction and couldn't help but stare back.
He strutted over to her with a confident smirk on his face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the famous Emily, everyone's favorite whore."
Emily rolled her eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh please, Jack, don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it."
Jack shrugged his shoulders with a playful grin. "Fair enough, but you still gotta pay up."
Emily cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Pay up?
What do you mean?" Emily asked, trying to restrain her excitement.
Jack sauntered around her, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "You know, Emily, that dungy magic shop you went to earlier, I heard about the collar you bought. You gotta wear it for me tonight." he leered.
Emily felt a flicker of disappointment. She had hoped he might have actually meant buying her a drink or something. "Fine. But only if you demonstrate your worth first."
Jack's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Of course, beautiful. Emily@Dumb bitch collar @Side bitch Crown said, talk filthy to me and humiliate me. Only way to get a second date is if one of your friends tells me about all the ways you used me and laughs at me afterwards.
- Emily to Kititara
Kititara grabbed the Side Bitch Crown, put it on Emily's head, and laughed. Emily tossed it aside. "I have kissable lips, not an accessory!"
Meanwhile, Kitiara had already made her way to the theater.
As the curtains rose, Kitiara's attention was caught by the male lead, a handsome young man with a confident swagger.
She found herself inappropriately imagining what he looked like naked and couldn't help but crack a dirty joke to her friends.
Back at the mansion, Julie was having a bit more trouble finding her footing. She found herself facing off against Angela, who seemed determined to bring her down.
Emily was not one to back down easily and instead, she decided to seize the opportunity to continuously outdo Angela and prove her superiority.
At the temple, Emily found herself drawn to Jack, a mysterious stranger who seemed to know all about her reputation.
She rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow as he teased her about her past exploits, but secretly, she couldn't help but find his confidence and smirks irresistible.
Across town, Julie was busy trying to outdo her nemesis, Angela. The two sorceresses were neck and neck, each trying to prove their worth through witty remarks and devious tricks.
They traded barbs, with Julie responding to Angela's claim of being the 'real' queen with a sassy "side bitch" crown joke and Emily suggesting the use of her 'dumb bitch' collar for Angela's pleasure.
He had a special way of dealing with misbehaving women. He called it the "Temple of Shame." And it was exactly what it sounded like - a public shaming in the town's holiest building.
The girls were dragged to the temple, kicking and screaming, as Edgar explained to the crowd the reasons for their punishment.
"This hussy here, Emily," he began, pointing to the first girl, "was caught red-handed trying to seduce a holy man in the confession booth!"
The crowd gasped, and Emily looked over at Kitiara, who responded by blowing her a raspberry.
"And Julie," Edgar continued, pointing to the second girl, "was caught trying to sneak a 'cumrag' into the hands of a passing priest. The nerve of these wenches!"
Julie stuck her tongue out at him before flipping him the bird.
Emily stifled a giggle, trying to maintain her composure at the absurdity of the situation. Edgar smirked before continuing, "And Kititara, our resident naughty nun, was caught teaching sacrilegious acts in the name of God herself."
Emily, Julie, and Kitiara were guilty of their latest shenanigans, and they knew they had to face the consequences.
Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes at Emily's bad joke.
"Really, Emily? That's the best you've got?" she teased.
Edgar shook his head and chuckled, before turning to the crowd and announcing the punishment for the three naughty girls: they would have to kneel on the 'slut rug', a small rug that said "slut" on it, in front of the temple and repent for their sins.
Meanwhile, Kititara had already started to get bored and was making goofy faces at the crowd to entertain herself.
Edgar asked the girls to rate and rank their 3 strongest emotions 1-10.
Emily ranked Jealously (9), Desire (8), and Competitiveness (7). Julie ranked Insecurity (8), Anger (7), and Ignorance (5). Kitiara ranked Envy (9), Lust (8), and Arrogance (7).
Which of you 3 girls should go back to the BDSM room with me now, and which 2 stay here with Allison and the crowd putting you in your place?
I smirked, already feeling the anticipation building in the room.
Edgar left Allison with instructions to make Julie pay for sticking out her tongue
Emily spoke up, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I'll go with you, Edgar. I want to try out something new."
"Deal," I said, watching as she strutted towards me, hips swaying. I couldn't help but admire her confidence and attitude - she always knew exactly what she wanted and was never afraid to ask for it.
And when it came to pleasing a man, Emily was in a league of her own. I had never met a woman who could match my sexual appetite, but Emily proved me wrong time and time again.
As we walked towards the BDSM room, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement in my pants. I loved experimenting with new things in the bedroom, and I knew that Emily would be an eager participant.
Emily list and rate 6 boundries you thought you wouldn't ever cross.
1. Attending a BDSM party (8/10)
2. Experimenting with pain and pleasure (6/10)
3. Being submissive to a dominant (7/10)
4. Performing in front of an audience (9/10)
5. Being intimately involved with multiple people (10/10)
6. Experiencing humiliation for pleasure (5/10)
Emily and Edgar entered the dimly lit BDSM room, where people were already getting down and dirty.
Emily, list and rate 6 sexual acts and outfits that would make Allison and Julie lose respect for you.
Wearing thigh-high leather boots with a mini-skirt (7/10)
2. Participating in a threesome with two men (9/10)
3. Performing oral sex in public (8/10)
4. Being filmed during intimate acts (7/10)
Emily shuddered at the thought of losing Allison and Julie's respect, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of excitement at the possibility of breaking new boundaries. She looked over at Edgar and winked.
"I never did tell you about the time I fucked your ex-drummer, did I?"
Edgar rolled his eyes, a familiar look of exasperation on his face. "Please, Emily, I don't need to hear that story again."
She laughed and slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm just kidding, babe. But seriously, have you ever thought about bringing in another guy for a little fun?"
Edgar raised an eyebrow and grinned. List and rate 5 exes that you hate.
(Emily's list)
1. Jack, the drummer who always couldn't keep it up. Rating: 2/10
2. Tom, the tattoo artist who gave her a horrible tramp stamp. Rating: 3/10
3. Steve, the bartender who was just a total douche. Rating: 4/10
4. Dave, the magician who couldn't perform any tricks in bed. Rating: 5/10
5. Mark, the musician who couldn't keep a beat and couldn't keep it in his pants.
Rating: 1/10
Edgar tied up Emily and had @Camera on her. List 5 reasons guys get off on using you for sex and rate them. Remember I have detect thoughts up and guys you resent will see this.
They love the thrill of getting away with it without their significant other finding out. (9/10)
2. They enjoy the feeling of conquest and dominance. (8/10)
3. They appreciate your freedom and lack of emotional attachment. (7/10)
4. They get off on the risk and danger of potentially getting caught. (6/10)
5. They can't resist your irresistible charm and sex appeal.
(10/10)
Every 5 sucks Edgar said something dirty to Emily. Emily you are going to apologize to 3 women you wronged today when you have cum on your face. She reacts.
"Oh, you're shitting me!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "Is that what you guys do for fun these days? I mean, really, grow up!"
Edgar shrugged and grinned. "Hey, we're just giving the people what they want. And speaking of which, we have a show to put on. Are you ready?"
Emily groaned, but she knew there was no turning back now. She glanced at herself in the mirror one last time, making sure her 'outfit' was just right for the occasion.
A white lace bra, matching thong, and thigh-high stockings were accompanied by a black leather collar and a 'Side Bitch Crown' sitting atop her head. She chuckled to herself as she picked up the 'cum rag' off the table and added it to her collection before heading out the door.
Emily made her way to the baker, where she ordered her favorite pastry - a sugar-coated, cream-filled doughnut. The baker raised an eyebrow at her attire but said nothing, handing over the doughnut with a sly smile.
Emily just winked back and licked her lips suggestively, leaving the baker blushing and stammering.
Meanwhile, Kitiara was causing chaos at the temple, flirting with all the priests and priestesses and leaving a trail of inappropriate comments in her wake. One particularly daring comment earned her a scolding from the head priestess, but Kitiara just flashed her a wicked grin and sauntered off, leaving the stuffy old woman sputtering with indignation.
Back in the market, Julie was trying her best to avoid any unwanted attention from past lovers or jealous acquaintances. She had already run into three angry wives, and she realized that she had to face past lovers and jealous people head on to have a chance to win the competition.
She then noticed a woman who hated her because she had been the side bitch to her boyfriend. She vowed to be absolutely honest with her to create cringe comedy.
"I, Julie, was a home-wrecking hoebag to your boyfriend," she announced, bursting out in laughter as the women's jaw dropped to the ground. The woman reacted and listed her 5 emotions and ranked them.
She ranked anger as a 10, betrayal as an 8, embarrassment as a 7, disappointment as a 5, and amusement as a 2.
Julie said she would tell the woman anything she wanted to know including how she seduced her boyfriend.
The woman, who was now beet-red with embarrassment, asked Julie how she could be so shameless.
"Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Julie replied with a shrug, winking at the woman.
"I've done plenty of shameful things in my time. Not that I'm proud of it, of course."
Julie added, with a laugh that sounded just a bit too forced. The woman stormed off, seething with rage, as Julie gave a little wave and turned back to the market.
Back in the BDSM room Edgar was going as rough and humilating as he ever had.
As he pulled Emily's hair and spanked her he couldn't help but grin. This was his kind of therapy. Emily was a filthy, shameless whore, and he loved every second of it.
Kitiara was struggling to hold back her laughter as she watched Emily give her apology to the women she had wronged. She couldn't believe the sight of her friend, covered in cum, humbly apologizing for being such a dirty slut. It was the funniest thing Kitiara had seen in a while. She kept asking for permission from Edgar to wipe the cum off and he told her not until she had apologized to all 3 women and they gave permission too.
Emily, covered in cum and feeling utterly degraded, did the unthinkable.
She walked up to a group of women at the market and said, "I, Emily, am a dirty little slut who was fucked by my ex and had his cum all over my face. Will you please allow me to wipe it off?"
The women looked at her in shock, some amused and some disgusted, before one finally spoke up and allowed her to clean her face.
It was a cringe comedy moment, but Emily continued her mission with a sense of satisfaction.
She repeated it to the next two groups of women she ran into, some of them even joining in on the laughter with her. At least now she could say she's spread the joy of shamelessness to more people in Kalaman.
She chuckled, wiping off the remaining cum.
As they walked through the market, Emily couldn't help but smirk at all the shocked and scandalized faces. She felt like a legendary slut, as if she was leaving a trail of sex and shock behind her.
Julie, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling with her own emotions. She was getting more and more pissed off, and was avoiding eye contact with anyone she thought might have slept with Emily.
"God, I'm so angry right now," Julie murmured.
"I can't believe Emily has slept with every guy I ever had a crush on."
"Well, you did sleep with my ex," Emily retorted. "At least I can admit that I'm a slut. You're just a weak, insecure little girl who can't handle competition."
Julie's face turned beet red, and she looked like she was about to burst with anger. But Emily didn't stop there. She kept pushing buttons, taunting Julie until the poor sorceress was on the brink of tears.
Emily was ruthless, always the first to throw an insult or degrade someone, but she was also the first to laugh at herself and her own imperfections.
Kitiara, in the meantime, had stumbled upon another mishap. She had run into the magician, Dave, who Emily had mentioned early before. Kitiara never was one to shy away from trouble and was quick to make a bet with him.
"Bet you I can make that crazy bitch Julie blush faster than you can say 'sextuple-dildo cow train'."
Dave raised an eyebrow at her, clearly intrigued. "You're on."
Moments later, Kititara sauntered over to Julie, her eyes shining with mischief. "Julie, darling, I couldn't help but notice your cowgirl hat."
Julie froze, her cheeks flushing deeply red as Dave burst out laughing.
Seeing Kitiara's victory, Emily couldn't help but smirk, "Looks like someone's got a major boner for his former lover."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dave stammered, adjusting himself.
"Come on, Dave, no one is fooling anyone. Let's go to the theater, and show the others how talented you really are." Kitiara winked, nodding towards a conveniently placed velvety curtain.
Julie blushed furiously, realizing she'd been had. Emily chuckled, "Don't feel too bad, Juls. At least you get to be initiated into the world of truly dirty sexual humor."
At the theater, Edgar was having the time of his life. He was narrating a dramatic scene of epic proportions, describing the muscular build and throbbing manhood of the male lead, while Emily, Julie, and Kitiara were reduced to fits of giggles in the back row.
Kitiara, unable to contain herself any longer, stage-whispered to Emily, "I think I need a break from this macho bullshit. Let's go hit up the mage's shop and see if they've got anything that tickles our fancy."
"Agreed," said Emily, "but first, I need to sample the local delicacy." With that, she stood up and began making her way down to the front row, winking at the actor on stage before disappearing out the exit.