The city is asleep, deep in its post siege slumber. Only a lonely shadow moves in the stillness of the night, tiptoeing across the rooftops of the castle walls. It climbs effortlessly up a brick wall high above the ground, reaching a tower with an outstretched hand and pulling itself against the edge. It presses its hands against the stone frame and with a swift motion slides down the wall.
She knew that others considered her something of a nerd. Not that she really needed to be, she supposed. Her mother and friends had often told her how beautiful she’d look if only she’d spend a little time working at it but ... well ... intimate relations had always frightened her. So unknown, so uncontrollable—why go through all the trouble?
Men were so unpredictable... so clumsy and thick headed, and... well... they made her feel so strange and tingly! She just didn’t like to be out of control and men, as much as it felt silly to acknowledge... they made her feel that way. Maybe someday, after she was firmly established, maybe then she’d meet the right guy and things would be different.
But men were really beside the point. Regardless of how she felt about them and about her personal appearance, there was that annoying box that needed to be checked if she wanted to achieve her ultimate goals.
oSo had amassed great riches during his time on Salphira, but had neither specific items or rules on its treasures, so oSo's fortune should still be in someones inventory. Gold coins, shiny jewels and various other trinkets awaited her inside their pockets. Her lust for gold wouldn’t allow her to pass such a lucrative occasion.
She fixes his attention back on the room. This one is much more orderly than the study, but the sense of abandonment is still here. The red paint on the wall is starting to peel, revealing the yellowish plaster covering the brickwork of the building. Fine, chairs from mirage isle are gathered around a marble fireplace with blackened-from-the-smoke delicate designs. A Harani girl pillow is thrown in the corner of the room, next to a mahogany dresser. She walks towards that corner, where the faintest idea of a foul odor seems to emanate. Getting closer, a strong sulfuric stench fills her nostrils. Upon investigating the wall, she finds a large hole behind the dresser, broad enough for a small person to creep through, leading to the next room. Slowly, she kneels down to inspect further. She had found the Kings weakness.
To the naked eye, the thief did not appear imposing. With a petite feminine shape formed to perfection, she was the embodiment of lust incarnate. Her raven black hair, snow white skin and coal colored eyes were the essence of temptation. Even the self-righteous officers who had inadvertently summoned her had been unable to control their pitiful minds in her presence.
Now they, along with the King’s own guards, lay scattered across the palace sanctuary like so many broken dolls sleeping with smiles on their faces. If she allowed any of them to expose her, never again would they mistake her strength and power.
But it was not the males that were her concern. The male of the Harani had never held much interest for the stunning thief—mere bags of flesh, trifling nuisances to be retained or disposed of as met her need. Indeed, she found these confrontations annoying. Such matters were best left to thelesser Firrans.
Her eyes danced with excitement as she knelt in front of the King. She bowed her head but reverted her eyes back to him sheepishly. The King moved closer and put his hands to her head and smiled. Her body heaved with anticipation. She could tell by his perspiration that the King was ready to submit. She put one hand on his and the King closed his eyes, mouth parting. She pressed the trade button and sighed happily....
How fortunate and gracious it was, if unintentional, that the good king had provided her such an excellent tribute of items to ease her transition to this new castle. She could already taste the coming pleasure as she corrupted these vessels of their treasures.