As he thought about Grace in his hands he couldn't help but think about something that had happened a few days earlier.

"Hey Tibaut, come on, this next place is pretty interesting."

Grace had run on ahead and looked pretty excited to show Tibaut something. She had a smirk on her face and skipped along at her own pace.

"What's got her so excited?" Tibaut wondered as he followed along. It was soon going to be evening and he was getting a bit tired from being dragged along by her like a dog on a leash (though he could admit some of the places they went to were interesting.)

She stopped at a brick building that was quite large and waved at him like a tourist.

"Is that it?" He said to himself as he walked over. He looked at it but all he could see were the windows at the top. As he approached, he noticed Grace had her hands behind her with a smug look on her face.

"You know," Tibaut looked in front of him, "If we're going inside here, shouldn't we go to the entrance?"

In his face was a brick wall that was way taller than he realized now that he was right in front of it.

"Hehe, why would we do that?" She cryptically replied.

Tibaut tilted his head as he looked at her.

"Do you not know how a building works?" Tibaut asked sarcastically.

"Oh, I can go. But I'm not sure they'd let you in." She answered as she looked up.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You know, Tibaut, you're a swell guy. Instead of giving you my drawings, how about something more realistic."

"Stop with the runaround and tell me what you're going on about," Tibaut asked. He was quite enjoying the tour around the property and he was certain hanging around at the back of a building wasn't something interesting.

"These are the showers."

Tibaut couldn't help but open his eyes at what she said.

"S-s-so what?" He said, trying to get the words out.

He knew what this meant. There were only women on the property and all of them looked like they were in the prime of their lives. This was no shower but the gateway to Eden.

"I'm saying I won't snitch if you have a peek inside."

She walked over and leaned on his shoulder, brought her face close to his and began whispering.

"Now, I'll have you know I'm not into women but, there are a few girls in there that I can't help but stare at. Their curves and chest make me hope for a late growth spurt, ya know?"

"..."

Tibaut couldn't lie that he was interested but he wasn't that sort of guy. No matter what body stood on the other side of that wall, he'd feel a bit wrong if he just intruded on their privacy. After a tense few seconds of contemplation, he responded.

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"No, I can't."

Grace reeled back in shock.

"Impossible!? No red-blooded man would refuse such an offer. I get it, you're scared of them seeing you. Don't worry, I can tell you from experience, that no one looks up there."

"I will not stoop to such tricks to get my blood pumping. However, I don't mind if you hand me some drawings."

"(What kind of bastard wants drawings of women over seeing the real deal?) Come on Tibaut, there's a few barrels right here you can stack. Trust me it'll be easy."

As soon he heard that gears in his brain started turning.

("Why'd she mention the barrels?")

He looked around and saw there were a lot of barrels and wooden boxes around here. Some were broken and others looked like they had started to rot. And she had just suggested stacking them.

("Ah.")

He listened to the wall and didn't notice the sound of water flowing either.

("Oh, I see what's going on. Considering the fact she's out here and in there, it probably means it's not time for the maids to shower after all this is a communal shower if it's this size. So she's probably hoping I'm too horny to think and try to climb up there with these old pieces of shit, fall down and eat shit. Let's show her why she should give me a little more respect.")

"Alright, I bet I can get up there no problem."

Her eyes flashed with dollar signs.

"Bet you say, are you willing to make a wager?" Trying to hide her excitement. ("Hehe I get to watch him fall and take money from him.")

Tibaut scratched his head and pretended to look uncertain. "Damn, well I guess I can wager some cash."

She put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "Let's do it."

She turned to the barrels. "Now let's get stacking. (If he looks like he's getting too high I'll just kick the stack and blame it on the wind or something.)"

"Alright," Tibaut responded.

But he didn't come over and instead kept staring at the wall.

"Um, don't you want to see inside?" She asked.

He then jumped into the air. The act nearly sent Grace's heart out of her chest but she quickly calmed herself.

"(Shit he's an adventurer, of course he could probably do something like that.)"

But she took solace at the height he reached. It was only about 60% up.

("But, I already took that into account. If I can't reach that high by jumping up there then you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell.")

But instead of letting himself fall down he planted his feet against the wall and kicked himself up. He was glad the wall wasn't exactly clean or he might have had to help her clean it later.

"..."

Grace watched in silence. ("He's pretty agile. Welp I don't have any money on me so he can get bent when it comes to that… however,")

Tibaut grabbed the window and pulled himself up.

"I can't believe she thinks I'd be stup- oh wow."

That reaction was something he had no control over when he looked inside. Heaven. That was the only word he could use to describe inside.

Women of various heights, bust sizes, hips and skin tones were all gathered inside.

There was a woman with a similar skin tone as Tina scrubbing her breasts and making extra sure her nipples were clean.

A few had gathered around a petite one with brown hair to shave her. This hair happened to be on her mons pubis and the girl with the razor seemed to have a large smile on her face as she moved it closer.

There was a slender one with black hair that had her legs open in Tibaut's direction. She seemed to have recently fallen. That pink was forever seared in Tibaut's mind.

As far as his field of vision went he saw women.

Women grabbing each other's breasts in play, others their behinds, some washing the back of another (with their chest on full display.)

He felt something rising and instinctively tried to hide it. Unfortunately, he met with the ground a moment later.

Grace giggled and walked over to him. She crouched down and began laughing at him in full. As he brought his face to face up to tell her to stop, he saw it. From the way she crouched, it held up her skirt. Although he had seen so many of them moments before, seeing one hidden away barely contained by its confines made him resemble a tomato in seconds and had him in no rush to stand up, as he lay stomach-side down. There was no garter belt or stocking there, only the cloth that covered the cat, but he felt an odd pureness from that being the only clothing under her skirt. However with the camel toe so pronounced he wondered if it was on purpose and the pureness was just a facade. He thanked the lord it was a thin white material and not a matte black which helped it be that much more visible. He could even notice faint details of what was hidden underneath.

From the hair, he could tell the type on her head was natural.

She could tell what he was doing and stood up immediately. She quickly got up and turned around.

A few seconds passed before either said a word.

"It's nothing that special." She said, "Now, get up, we still have places to go. (Ugh, he better not tell anyone about this. Though I can use this to have him not ask me for any drawings.)"

"I'll be there in a second."