Free House of Lust by Tony Roberts Page A

small simple belt.  He shut the door behind him and Amne came out from the recess with relief.  She looked at the dress.  “Will I fit that?” she asked dubiously.
    “Well, in most places, yes,” Lalaas said.  “I’m not entirely sure about – on top,” he said, eyeing her chest, “but the cloak will be fine.”
    Amne ran her hands over her breasts, smoothing her dress so they were firmly outlined.  “Yes, I’m so big up there!  They can be so troublesome you know, clothes have to be re-sewn so many times after fitting.”
    “Don’t knock them,” Lalaas advised. 
    “Heh, typical man.  Anyway, I thought you weren’t interested in them,” she said, a challenge in her eyes.  She peeled off her dress and placed her hands on her hips, swaying one way, then the other.
    “Try the dress on Amne,” Lalaas said, chuckling.  “Or I’ll go all formal on you.”
    “Oh, perish the thought!  I’ve got enough with The Corpse being like that with me.  He’d kill me if he knew I was seeing Dragan.”
    “I’ve got to tell him about the information,” Lalaas said.  “He thinks I’ve got a spy in Dragan Purfin’s household.”
    “Oh?  What sort of spy?”
    “A lusty servant,” Lalaas grinned.
    Amne grunted, struggling with the dress.  “Oh, this hardly fits!  Have you got another dress at all?”
    “It’s only your chest, and if it’s straining there I doubt Dragan will be looking elsewhere.”
    “My hips, too,” Amne said in exasperation.  “Gods, I’m as big as a fantor!” she ran her hands down the tight dress.
    “Nonsense.  You’ve just got a voluptuous figure, and a great one.  Nobody would think you’d had two kids.”
    “Oh, you always say the right thing, Lalaas.  Marry me.  I’ll divorce The Corpse.”
    “You know my answer to that, Amne.  You’d cause a civil war.”
    “Aren’t I worth fighting over, then?” she asked, stepping close to him, looking up at the captain.  “Would you go to war over me?”
    Lalaas sighed.  “Absolutely, but your father would roast me on a spit and your husband would call out the guard to have both of us arrested.  We’d have no chance.”
    Amne pouted.  “Where’s the belt?” she fumbled it on and tied it about her stomach.  “Hmm, well, yes at least that’s flat.  You have no idea how hard it is to keep that in shape after children.  You men have it so easy!”
    Lalaas rolled his eyes and passed her the hooded cloak.  “Best hide your hair and face, you’re so recognisable.  We’ll leave by the back gate.  We’ll go arm in arm, like a pair of lovers.”
    “Oooh, yes please,” Amne coo-ed.  “Can we practice that now, so I can get into the role properly?”
    “Ma’am,” Lalaas wagged a warning finger at her.
    “I’m a princess, I could command you to make love to me,” Amne said.
    “And I would have to decline.  I don’t think you’d want me arrested for that sort of thing.”
    Amne huffed and slid the hood over her head.  “You’d best watch out for the day I do get my hands on you.  You won’t be able to move for days.” 
    Lalaas smiled and held out his arm.  She took it.  “Come on, Amne, let’s sneak out before Elas comes looking for you.”
    “He never bothers with me so that’s not likely.  We’re married only in name.”
    Lalaas kept silent on that – he didn’t know what to say to her.  To say the two were ill-matched was an understatement.  Elas wasn’t actively unpleasant towards Amne, it was just he had an emotionless approach to everything.  Amne, on the other hand, was as emotional as anyone could be.  Her volatile mood swings left Elas baffled and mystified, and so he steered clear of her and stuck to what he knew best; how to run the palace, city and province.  He was efficient, but there was no joy or fun in it.
    They walked along the long corridor that led to the main entry hallway but turned off before they got there and passed through a small door that led to