"Bloody right, that is. No point in dodgin' it, innit?" Cattleya meowed, gaining a slightly red tint to her cheeks. "But you should be askin' Herta about it. She wouldn't mind gettin' that treatment from you, guv." She said knowingly.

"Same goes for Gerty." Mel added with a nod.

Herta and Gerty might like to suffer under you, but you haven't even done something as extreme as punching them until they were black and bloody.

The three of you end up going to a small restaurant for a snack break.

"I feel sort of bad for watching them..." Mel comments.

"Felt bad for watching who mate?" Cattleya asked.

"You know, that woman that got thrown in the trash and the bald guy," Mel clarified, "They looked like they just wanted to have some privacy."

"Then they should'a done it at their home." Cattleya deadpanned.

"Mel, it's funny that you say that." You smile, and think of a way to tease her. "Cause I bet you've watched me tons of times with that invisibility of yours."

"Hahaha! Ehehehe.. pff, what times?! It-it's not like I've been secretly watching you while you sleep or and ended up pining for you so much I'm drawing pictures and writing stories about you..." Mel fidgeted and gave a nervous smile. You were just messing with her, but now you think she might've actually done just that. "So, about that dwarvish girl. Dwarves are pretty big into crafting stuff and being blacksmiths. I mean, most people already know this, but there's tons that don't make the connection." She quickly changes the subject, and you decide to let it go. For now. "Basically, Herta's blessings are some of the best for crafting stuff, so most dwarves end up worshiping Herta. A bunch are ashamed of her, um... unique personality, but most dwarvish women take Herta's teachings and actions to heart, and basically act like that lady we just saw. If you're wondering how I know all of this, there's tons of Hertaist dwarvish priests and nuns when the Churches congregated a few years ago. Mom always said that a woman's greatest joy was to suffer under her Master-husband's boot."

"Hmm." That was some interesting information.

"My mom's also a devoted Hertaist nun." She clarified.

Small comments like that reminded you that Herta is a goddess. Not like you loved Herta any less or felt any more distant from her— she's your woman to use as you like— you doubted you'd ever grow tired of your perverted wife's antics.

"I thought dwarves had their own gods." Cattleya meowed.

"Yeah, that's true, but, you know..." Mel said awkwardly. "I mean, Herta is obviously real. But we aren't sure if those dwarfish idols are real gods or not."

"Mel, there's literally no reason for you to be shy." You put a hand on her waist, changing the subject back. "If you ever wanna do that with me, just ask."

"Y-yeah, haha..." Mel blushed. "It's just, um! I haven't been stalking you, it's more like... protecting you! Yeah! I was- eep!" Your hand then works its way down, squeezing her cute butt.