"What"s wrong, master? Are you thinking about doing that thing again?" Aurora asked after she was used to this kind of look from me already.It was the kind of gaze which spouted off flames of naked desire. One she experienced twice in the short span of mere hours.
"I am only appreciating beauty worth noting, Aurora. You are very lovely today." I skillfully deflected. Lewd admissions were for the foolish hearts.
And I was not one of those cra.s.s b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. I belong to the gentleman cla.s.s through and through. I held my yearnings down and consoled myself.
I could f.u.c.k her later tonight. Now was the time to make my presence known in this city and make some more money.
"Let"s go, Aurora." I led the way while my s.e.xy companion followed me silently behind.
"Who are you?" an old man asked after we got to our destination. This was a big building with cleaner ambience that the rest of the city. It accompanied a serene aura of healing and health.
"I want to use my knowledge as a resident doctor in this abode of the sick." I answered sagely and the old man scrutinized my form with clear piercing eyes.
"So you are a healer? Come, come. Welcome, Master?" the old man asked and waited for me to fill in the blanks.
"You can call me Master Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098. That is my name." I was forced to say my horrid designation because I really can"t do otherwise.
Our brilliant maker programmed us to say these lengthy inhumane name to perhaps remind us emulations of who and what we were. A mere copy of his divine self.
I shook my head to set the negative thoughts aside. Lamenting my ident.i.ty was an exercise of futility.
"Greetings, Master! I am Old Man Dylan. You can address me as Dylan. I"m one of the keepers in this establishment. Please come with me." Dylan hobbled inside and I followed him with measured strides.
"Sister Roselyn, we have a new healer in the city. This is…" the old man introduced me but failed to remember the exact numbers of my name. Not that I blamed him.
If the information was not ingrained into my brain, I too, would have trouble recalling the strings of numbers that composed my sorry ident.i.ty.
"h.e.l.lo there, Sister Roselyn. I am Master Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098. I hope I can lend my a.s.sistance in this temple of healing."
I smiled at the veiled lady and inspected the lovely curvaceous figure that her robes failed to hide beneath them. I watched her pause for words the moment she raised her head from her seated form.
"Sister?" I called to wake her up from her dazed state. I was already used to these kind of reactions from the female specie the moment i entered the city.
And to think that a holy maiden would still be affected by my munificent charm pleased me to no end.
"Hi." was all she uttered after some time. Will I f.u.c.k a devout servant of these lands? Let"s see. HAHAHA!