Everybody laughed, too, and Squint-Eye didn’t even blink.
“I lost my virginity in a brothel”, – he said, – “My brother was the one who took me there”.
“The one who came here? Berk?” – Lis clarified.
“Yes”, – Squint-Eye continued, – “He decided it was about time I knew a woman. She was a regular whore”.
“And the first and the last intercourse in my life” – Lis added, mimicking Squint-Eye’s indifferent voice.
Everybody laughed.
“Almost”, – Squint-Eye replied calmly, – “That’s it.”
“Your brother was better at teaching you how to fight and kill, than how to fuck” – Orel noted. – “I can’t get my head around it, how did he do it? Just a snotty brat himself! And I was trained by seasoned warriors, who didn’t teach me everything he taught you!”
“That’s because he was young and hot-blooded himself” – Lis explained. – “And your experienced teachers didn’t have that ardor in them anymore. That enthusiasm”.
“Next! Lis, you’re up” – Tol interrupted.
“It was a girl from my town, we went to school together,” – Lis began, – “It was the first time for both of us. And we didn’t really understand anything”.
“In my case, it was some made servant,” – Tol said thoughtfully, – “Somehow, I don’t remember shit…”
“Now Asa”.
Lis translated the question for her. She scrunched up her nose in surprise, but replied.
“Anyway, she said it was some ritual festival, she and few more girls were fucked with a special stick by some old lady”.
“Doesn’t sound like much fun”, – Tol saddened, – “Nik?”
“My older step sister taught me everything,” – Nikto replied, – “Witch’s daughter”.
“Better her than the witch herself,” – Enriki sighted with relief, – “Thanks for that, at least!”
“What about you?”
“Fuuuck! My story is crap, Tol!”
“That’s exactly what we want,” – Lis said.
“Not at all!” – Tol sounded offended. – “I wanted a beautiful story! With details! You were the one who said it was interesting, Rik! So, were the hell is it?”
“I was twelve years old, twelve or thirteen…”
“Well?”
“It was winter. So cold”.
“And?”
“She froze in her little bed, kept coming to me. I was warming up her tiny little feet, breathing on her frozen little fingers…”
“She – who?” – Lis asked grimly.
Enriki lingered.
“Mily…”
“That’s it, enough!” – Orel ordered.
“Arel, it’s ok, if you are doing it because of me – it’s not my first day here…”