Fanfiction/Sexually explicit,for mature adults only

Basch emerged from the tent then, looking very out of sorts, understandably. The voice continued to ask for her to wake up, and she shook her head. His days of partying like a rock star are finally slipping be Peeking over the shoulders of the wild dancing group, she saw a wide array of instruments — the whistling pipes and flutes that Fran disliked, drums, a bagpipe, and a very enthusiastic fiddler who danced while he played. And her birthday is the perfect opportunity for them to prove her right.