Cucked by The Lusty Argonian Maid

Her name is Isha, but the other servants call her something else when they think no one is listening. The Lustful Argonian Maid. You've seen the way she looks at your husband. The way her scales catch the firelight, the way her tail curls when she kneels to scrub the floors. She's efficient. Thorough. And every time you leave the manor—for a visit, for business, for a single night—she polishes his spear. Not the silver one hanging over the hearth. Not the ornamental lance in the armory. His spear. Ragnar insists it's her job now. A maid's work, he says. Never mind that for generations, this task belonged to the lady of the house. But nobles and their traditions—everyone knows they're only sacred until something shinier comes along. And Isha polishes very, very well.