D&D: FHR: The cloaked merchant : "Let's see how far you are willing to go...."
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You can tell from the dark glint in his eye where this is going already. "Show me your 'goods', and I'll show you mine. I'll see whether you think it is worth it."
Without any reservations, you unbutton your tunic, quickly shouldering off the top and baring your chest to the man. You've done far worse and for the moment, you can't force it out of him otherwise.
A disturbing smile creeps across his face, causing even you to blush. You belatedly notice he is surprisingly young, and definitely of noble blood. It's a surprise that's he's so unabashed at the whole situation, given how prudish his kind usually is. Just before the moment gets really awkward however, he pulls out a large scroll and unravels it.
You start to reach down to put your top back on but he pointedly stops. "Ah ah ah, not just yet."
You do what this man says and pull back your hand, for now. If he could just show you the damned thing!
Slowly the paper unravels, though your astute mind quickly figures this is the blueprint for an entrance way to some kind of vault. An expensive one at that! The traps here must be the work of a genius with a crazy amount of funding, so you know it would take a little while of studying before you could truly understand the traps. As the blueprint fully unravels, you see a signature at the bottom: KL.O.
Your heart quickly jumps to lodge itself in your throat. KL.O.
KL.O was only the finest mechanic in all of Waterdeep, no, in all of Faerun.
So. That explains the genius, and as your eyes scroll from top to bottom, your heart sinks as quickly to your stomach as it rose to wedge itself in your throat as you realize where the crazy funding came from. This is not just any vault, but a vault belonging to one of the Lords of Waterdeep! You quickly snatch the plans up, not even bothering with modesty, your bare chest heaving in a strong combination of fear and excitement.
As far as you can tell these are legitimate, but why would this man have them, let alone be so willing to give them away for something like the sight of a stranger's breasts? You ask as such, after getting his attention away from your rising and falling breasts with a sharp snap of your fingers.
"Well, I'm his apprentice, and he tasked me with finding a thief to audit his work." You can't help but be slightly doubtful. This man wasn't eccentric enough to capture even the slightest mark that KL.O left down. Regardless, the supposed apprentice continues.
"He has a policy, you see. If someone can break in, they can keep as much as they want and Master KL.O will reimburse the client before leaving the business for good. The thief would get off scot-free- a 'tip-of-the-hat', as he called it- to an equal professional who beat him. That equal...could be you."
Your part of the map only details the entrance. He most likely doesn't have any more on him in fear of theft. You sigh and ask what he might possibly want for the rest of the pieces.
To be frank, at that moment, you were prepared to do just about anything for what could be the biggest score in your life, and what have you got to lose? What few scraps of dignity you had left? A virginity that you had long ago discarded? Letting another disgusting pervert paw you and even, though your stomach curdles at the thought, have his way with you?
All of these things are worth nothing to the chance of being able to not only steal from the Lords of Waterdeep and keep the spoils but even best the legendary KL.O!
"We'll start with a night where you do anything I say. We'll see if you've earned it by then. Of course, if you decide you don't want it after all, you can say a safeword and be off, I suppose." He smiles another one of his stomach-churning smiles and it becomes plain what that other look in his eye is: he exults in power. It's not just the sight of your naked breasts he likes but the fact that he can just make you do it with just a piece of parchment.
You can always book it if you want to, so you accept his deal. Even if the bastard tries to go back on his word, you can fight him off. Well, if it's only just him. If he brings in his guards for help, you might still be able to win, if you were able to split yourself into three other people.
He makes his first command.
D&D: FHR: The cloaked merchant : "Why don't we go back to my place? Oh, but first..."
D&D: FHR: The cloaked merchant : "Our night begins right here. Right now."
