Treyton had weaknesses that he succumbed to still far to frequently for his liking. Taking the black involved committing to a life of celibacy that would be a super human task for a normal man much less one with his predilections. Unfortunately his ability to see into the hearts of candidates for the wall also allowed him to read this strumpet like an open book. She was desperate and willing-- two qualities that would lend themselves to a night that might very well quell his thirst for quite a while. It would also leave him vulnerable to any number of embarrassing situations... Flinch was the key- by using the harlot as an object lesson for the lad he might very well make it through the night without (literally) fucking up.
"See how she tempts you with her flesh-- Don't be fooled! She'd use your own dirk on your dick if it would affect her escape. This is the face of desperation. Mark it well and never let your guard down when you see it," Treytron pontificated to a wide eyed Flinch. The lad's time on the wall had ill prepared him for temptation such as this. Treyton was still quite ill prepared as well...
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