The Bastard’s Walk

[Ceutinde]

The boop left Ceutinde looking flustered for the barest half a second before she managed to compose herself. "Well, a girl can hope. Shall we rejoin the party? Oh - if you do end up succumbing to Nigel's wiles, do let me know - you'll want someone to deal with it before the itching starts."

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

Justine snickered. “Perhaps I’ll give it a miss then, and just relive my adolescent fantasies through the, ahem, lurid illustrations.” She waved the book before slipping it into her bag.

“I think the singing has stopped. We can go back. I fancy another drink Or two before I have to start paying for them.”

[Ceutinde]

"Very prudent." Ceutinde opened the door and held it for the smaller woman. "But if I were to place a wager, the singing's probably only just begun."

[Nigel Thornheart]

Indeed the singing had only just began. Nigel followed his bawdy tune with another, giving his adoring fans an encore as the drinks kept flowing. "This one is for the locals!"

I don't want to join the army
I don't want to go to war
I'd rather hang around Southern Sea
Living off the earnings of a high class lady
I don't want a bayonet up me arsehole
I don't want me bollocks shot away
I'd rather be in Thessali
Merry merry Tessali
And fornicate my fuckin' life away!

Monday I touched her on the ankle
Tuesday I touched her on the knee
On Wednesday I confess I lifted up her dress
On Thursday I saw it. Blimey!
Friday I put my hand upon it
Saturday she gave my balls a swing 
And Sunday after supper I rammed me fucker up her
And now I'm paying seven and six a week. Blimey!

I don't want to join the Navy.
I don't want to go to sea.
I'd rather hang around Southern Sea,
Living on the earnings of a high born lady.
I don't need no native women,
Thesalli's full of girls I never had.
I want to stay in Thesalli, Lord God Almighty,
Following in the footsteps of me dad.