The days pass quick and before I know it, it is Friday. Date day with Miriam. I need to go wash myself and prepare for the dinner. I still haven't figured out what I want to wear. Considering that I can only summon war stuff I might need to think of some kind of uniform that would look nice. 

Once I am done with my bath I then shave myself. My beard has grown rather messy and unkempt so I will just have to shave it clean. I take a razor that I bought a couple days back and starting shaving. Once done I start thinking of what to wear. I mean, I can go out and look for a nice suit or something similar but one it would cost money, and two it is assuming I find a good suit. So I will just have to look back into history of some good looking uniforms. But I do not want anything too flashy that would say I am some sort of captain or commander. Hmmmm. Aww screw it. 

I am going to be sticking out like a sore thumb but what can I do. Now, another thing I forgot to think about is, where in the world shall I take her out. I am going to have to ask Clayton about any recommendations, if there are any. Damn we even forgot to mention where to meet, this is really amateur and since there aren't any phones I can't contact her. I will probably have to go over to the brothel and ask her coworkers where she lives. That will be a somewhat a pain in the ass but I don't really have a choice. And also need to stop to buy some flowers.

As I straighten my uniform I grab my Steyr and put it on my hips in a holster. Just in case. From the box of coins I take out about 200 silver, I don't really know how much it will cost but better be safe. I walk down into the ground floor of the tavern. I can already see a couple glances being thrown my way. I see Clayton behind the counter cleaning a mug, I walk over to him. 

Clayton: Well hello boy, interesting set of clothes you have there. Heading out somewhere?

Mason: Well, yeah actually. 

Clayton: Uuuu, with a special lady friend? Who is the lucky gal?

Mason: Her name is Miriam and I kind of need some help.

Clayton: What kind of help can this old man give? Unless it is the in bed kind

Mason: No. None like that. More in, is there any place nice, like a restaurant I can take her out.

Clayton: Well, there are a couple of joints around here that you can take her out. We don't have any restaurants here sadly but we do have a small shop that makes some really delicious meals. Now that I think about it, it can technically be called a restaurant but it is small. Not many people know of it.

Mason: I could check it out. What is it called and where is it?

Clayton: It is called "The River Moments" and as you can guess it by the name it is by a river. On the eastern edge of town, by the small river we have. It is hidden but has a really nice atmosphere and location. 

Mason: Thank you Clayton.

Clayton: Sure thing kid, I hope you two spend a nice night. And maybe even end it with some passion.

Mason: Yeah, yeah, anyway thanks I have to go.

He nods and with that I leave. First, find some flowers, then find the place he was talking about, then go to the brothel and find where she lives and then go after her. Now, flowers, there are quite a few flower shops around, have to find something that would suit her. I enter in one closest to me and am immediately greeted by a older woman. I start browsing around, looking at all the options they have. Some look like flowers back on Earth while some look straight out of a fantasy book. I am really having a hard time choosing so I ask the lady to help me out. I describe her how Miriam looks and she stands there just thinking about it. She then goes over and picks up a couple of brown flowers with a orange hue. They look rather nice, and don't look dead I guess. I pay for the bouquet and leave the shop.

Next, I go and head east and see where that restaurant is. While walking around I do catch some glances, I mean, who wouldn't. The uniform is quite, colorful and odd. I reach the river in question and start looking around, asking people where it is but it seems nobody knows where it is.

???: Kid, where did you hear of that place?

I turn towards the sound of the voice, a old man, probably in his sixties.

Mason: A acquaintance told me to look here.

Old man: And who is that acquaintance that you speak of?

Mason: Clayton.

Old man: Ahhh Clayton, that goof. Well if it is him that told you, I can show you where the place is.

Mason: That would be much appreciated.

I follow after the old man.

Mason: Why all the secrecy around this place?

Old man: Well, we don't want all sorts of folk wandering in there. Only a select few can visit, and those who are, are done out of trust.

Mason: Still doesn't answer the original question.

Old man: The people that go there, aren't, how should I say this, aren't your everyday folk. Most are people of some sort of power. That is all I can answer.

I nod, satisfied with this answer. We then start walking on a dirt path right next to the small stream and soon walk to some rocks. In between them is a door, quite hidden.

Old man: Well, here it is.

Mason: Thank you sir

Morison: Names Morison, and say hi to that goof Clayton the next time you see him.

Mason: Will do.

I leave and start heading straight for the brothel. This will be a pain in the ass, but it needs to be done. I finally reach the brothel and take a deep breath as I prepare myself to enter. Once I do enter I am immediately hit by the smell of incense and alcohol. I am greeted by one woman, working behind the counter, probably taking over the shift for Miriam. I walk up to her.

Mason: Hello there Ms. I need to ask you one question.

Woman: Well, what can I help such a fine gentlemen with? Maybe a good time with one of us girls.

Mason: No, thank you. I am here to ask a question about one of your coworkers.

Woman: And which one are we talking about.

Mason: Miriam, she work here at the bar.

As I say Miriam I notice her expression change from one of flirtiness to one of seriousness.

Woman: What do you want to know about her?

Mason: Where does she live?

She quickly gets over the counter and pulls a knife to my throat. I can see the killing intent in her eyes.

Woman: Why do you want to know that? And I hope you do answer carefully, I don't want to clean a blood spill.

Mason: Relax, relax. I am supposed to meet her tonight, we are going out for a dinner and I didn't get her location.

As I say this the woman seems to relax and lowers her knife. She gets back behind the counter and sheathes her knife under her dress.

Woman: I can't believe it.... I am sorry for lashing out at you, I hope I didn't scare you too much.

Mason: It is alright, you did give me a slight fright. And what can't you believe?

Woman: That she agreed to go out on a date.

Mason: Why is that so strange?

Woman: How should I say this. Her last 'relationship' didn't go quite so well, it made an impact on her and from there on she doesn't trust folk like she used to.

Mason: Oh, I won't delve too much into it then.

Woman: *sighs* She lives quite close to here. So I will give you the directions.

She then start giving me the direction to where she lives. She is about two streets away, a small house, lives as a tenant. Once she is done telling me and I memorize it thoroughly I prepare to leave.

Woman: One thing kid.

Mason: Yeah?

Woman: If you hurt her in any way I am going to have to kill you. I hope you understand.

I can see that she is serious. This isn't a empty threat, this is a fact. I nod nervously and once more straightened my uniform, as it got ruffled by her sudden advance and leave the brothel. Well now I am even more nervous, not only is my ego and confidence at stake, but also my life. I look up, it seems to be evening so it is time to head over to her place and pick her up. I walk for about ten minutes and finally reach it. It is a small house, one story tall, looks a little worn out but somehow cozy. I can feel eyes on me from her neighbors and people passing by. Some even whisper amongst themselves. 

I walk up to her door and take a deep breath and knock on the door, holding the flowers behind my back. I hear her yell out "Coming!" followed by rustling. She open the door, seemingly surprised by my presence.

Miriam: Hi there Mason, what are you doing here? How did you even find out where I live?

Mason: Don't you remember, we agreed for a dinner tonight, and I asked your friend for directions.

She lets out a loud gasp and then face palms herself.

Miriam: Oh shit I forgot. I am so sorry! Please enter, I hope you don't mind waiting a little for me to get ready.

Mason: No, not at all.

I enter her house, small place but surprisingly clean. She goes over into what I would presume is her bedroom to get changed. I sit down on a chair in the kitchen and wait for her. A couple minutes later she comes out, and let me tell you something. She is stunning, wearing a beautiful purple and black dress, stockings, heals and some jewelry. I stand there frozen by her beauty.

Miriam: I don't have to even ask you how I look judging by your acting. 

Mason: Oh sorry. You look absolutely stunning. I was frozen by your beauty.

Miriam: Oh such a smooth talker. You yourself look quite good I must say. Interesting choice of clothes, but I like it.

Mason: Thank you, I didn't think it would look good on me. Here I got you these.

I hand the flowers over to her and she takes them.

Miriam: Thank you, they look really nice. I hope they weren't too expensive.

Mason: Nonsense, nothing is too expensive for you.

She blushes slightly as she smells the flowers.

Miriam: Have you got a place in mind that you will take me prince charming?

Mason: As a matter of a fact I do, M'Lady. Now, will you take my hand and let me walk you over there?

She takes my hand and we leave her house. She lock it and start to head out. While on our way we talk about some mundane stuff, exchange a couple of laughs and flirt some more. Once we reach the area she looks confused.

Miriam: Forgive me for asking but, where are you taking me?

Mason: Just trust me, you will like it.

She takes a deep sigh but none the less she takes my hand and we walk next to the river until we finally reach the door.

Miriam: Never knew this existed here. What kind of place is this?

Mason: A very secret place and I hope you will keep it as such.

Miriam: Uhh, now you are getting me excited.

We walk inside, immediately hit by the smell, it is so nice, I could tell that the dishes are top class. The place is dimly lit, some people sit there, looking at us, a man stands behind the counter, he has a large beard and a very serious face. We sit at one of the tables in one of the corners. 

Miriam: An interesting place indeed.

Mason: Yeah, really interesting. 

We pick up the menu and start browsing through it. There are a lot of dishes, some somewhat familiar looking while others looks completely new. The prices are higher but not as much as I was expecting. I was expecting prices to be equivalent to a five Michelin star restaurant. There is so many options that it is kind of difficult to choose what to order. 

Mason: There are so many dishes that it is kind of difficult to choose.

Miriam: Tell me about it. And everything looks expensive. 

I look at her and place my palm over her hand and look straight into her eyes. 

Mason: For tonight, do not worry about the price. I am paying for it.

Miriam: Are you sure? I mean, these are quite exp...

Mason: I am sure Miriam. Order what you want.

Miriam: Alright then. Then I will get the Seared Snow Aardvark.

I wave to signal that we are ready to order. The man walks over with a pen and a notebook.

Mason: The Lady will have a Seared Snow Aardvark and for me Pan-Fried Saber Cardinal. And a bottle of wine.

The man nods and goes into the kitchen. 

Mason: So Miriam, tell me more about yourself.

 She starts to talk about herself, her life and all the things in between. She grew up here to a poor home. Her father died soon after she was born from an illness and only her mother and she were left to fend for themselves. Once she was about fourteen her mother died and she was left all by herself. She got a couple jobs here and there but never had enough money. That is how she ended up in the brothel, the money was good and she never had to do the work the other women had to. She tells me about her dreams, she wants to leave this town, she want to see the world, to see what it out there. 

Miriam: Enough about me, why don't you tell me about yourself.

I start telling a story about myself. Making stuff up about the way I grew up and my parents. She listens to me and nods along the way.  Telling about my recent adventures, nothing special, leaving out the part about Simeon. Soon our food comes. It looks and smells delicious. I poor her and myself the wine.

Miriam: Shall we dig in. 

Mason: I can't wait. 

We start eating, I can by the way she uses the cutlery that she isn't really skilled in that department. So I cut the meat for her, she is embarrassed but thankful.

Miriam: Are you some kind of noble Mason?

Mason: Nope, my father taught me how to use the cutlery.

We eat and drink, enjoying the dishes and the wine. They are truly a masterclass dish, top quality. Once we are done we order a simple desert, a simple chocolate cake. As the night goes on, and as she drink more and more she becomes more flirty and flirty. She teases me quite a lot toying with me and seems to be enjoying it. Her leg rubbing against mine, causing me to blush. I can feel the alcohol taking an effect on me too.

Mason: Shall we go M'Lady and finish this wonderful night in a special way.

To this she nods, clearly waiting for me to say it. I pay for the food and add a little bit more as a tip. We head to her home, kissing along the way. Once we reach her door and open it she jumps on me. I grab her, she locks her legs, I grab her by her bottom. We go into her bedroom and lay down onto the bed. We proceed to make love, she feels great. The lust in the air only ads to the pleasure of the sex, her moans so soft are like music to my ears. We are completely overwhelmed in pleasure that we don't care about the consequences as I finish inside of her. Soon we fall asleep, embraced by each other.

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Quite a long chapter, again, feel free to comment and criticize. This is my first story, and I ain't much of a poet so any form of tips is welcomed.