A job offer.

You stir awake with a big stretching yawn. Your hand then flops down to your package. A scritch to the balls, a little stroke, then you can't help but fondle your tits a bit till your nipples are hard and pointy. Then you roll out of the bed, sit up, yawn again and get to your feet. Padding across the room you head into the bathroom, use the little hole of a toilet, scratch yourself again, the crust of last nights sex still all over you, and look in the mirror. The face staring back at you is thin and beautiful, and while completely foreign, somehow familiar all the same. Your nose is perky and just the slightest bit turned up at the end, your ears are small with 4 piercings in each, your lips are a tad thin but sexy, and your eyes are deep blue with long sexy lashes and thin eyebrows. Another thing you notice is your nose and tongue are pierced, although there is only a hole, the piercings have been removed. Your hair is a mop of nearly platinum blond that falls to your shoulders and you are pretty sure you usually just pull it back and tie it with a little leather strap into a simple pony tail. You decide this body must be right about 21 or so years old, and used magic to be like this because you are a perfect female in every way, other than your cock of course. Next you fill the tub and wash all of last night off of you, not to mention the dirt and grime of the road. You can't get over how smooth your skin is, and how little hair you have on your body. While bathing you, of course, give yourself a little feel over, even dipping a couple of fingers into your asshole as well. As you do you are pretty sure that this body liked anal sex. While it may be true that stroking your cock feels better, fingering your ass is pretty good as well, which surprises you a bit.

Finished cleaning off, and playing around, you take some time getting dressed. Positioning every little weapon, buckle, and strap just so, till you are satisfied that it is all fitted perfectly. Once you are dressed you can't resist dancing around the room, then pulling your sword and fencing with nothing, amazed at how much it all feels natural and how well you seem to move. While practicing you also note that it seems very natural as well to toss the sword to your left hand and in a flash draw either the little crossbow and thud two bolts home into the wall, or similarly draw either of the two daggers and thud them home in the wall with a flick of your wrist either. You are also pretty sure you could fight pretty well with a dagger in your right hand and the sword in your left, you seem to be nearly ambidextrous as well, only slightly favoring your right hand for ranged attacks, but both seeming just as good for hand to hand combat. Once you are satisfied, and your heart is beating in your chest nice and strong, you gather up the last of your things, slinging the pack over your body, and head down the stairs. Once again marveling at how easily you skip down even several stairs at once in your rather high heels.

As you walk into the common room you see there is a much larger crowd of average looking town folk. You don't see Kisha anywhere, the person working is a rather smallish boy of 19 or 20 that is running around trying to serve everyone at the same time. When he notices you he walks over and asks, “Will you be staying another day?”

“No I don't think so. Here.” You hand him the key then continue, “Can I get some breakfast and some kind of juice?”

“Right away, have a seat. 2 silver if you please.”

You hand him the two coins and plop down at a table at the back of the room. He brings you a bowl of rather thin soup with a few pieces of what you are pretty sure is a bird, chicken perhaps, as well as thin short noodles. He also sets down a chunk of hard bread, and a mug of sweet smelling liquid. “Thank you.” You say sweetly and dig in. It is all quite good, if a bit unremarkable, and you devour every last bite.

Just as you are finishing a man wearing a suit of simple but strong looking metal armor with a shield on his back and a sword at his waist steps up to you and asks, “Mind if I have a seat. I would ask you something if you would allow me.”

Looking him over you decide he is rather good looking, the rugged hard looks of a military man with a short well groomed beard and mustache, brown eyes, ruddy skin, and short black hair. “I suppose. What would you like to know?”

“Me and my companions were looking you over and trying to decide if we thought you could help us.” He grabs the chair and sits down. “You see the three of us are going to go into an ancient lost tomb that is nearby. It seems that a murderer we have been trying to catch is hiding there. I am a skilled fighter, and my friends are both skilled with magic, but we are lacking someone that is skilled at disarming traps, and our guide recently left us so we don't have a skilled tracker either. One of my friends insists that his magic says that you are skilled in these things and could help us if you were willing. If you are interested I can offer you 200 gold if you help us.” Thinking over how much things you have looked at cost, you know full well that is a lot of money. That said you don't even know if you can do what they want of you. You haven't ever seen a trap and have no idea how to disarm one. Or do you? This body or the last has certainly passed on a knowledge of how to fight with weapons, maybe you have other talents you don't even know of. He is obviously waiting for an answer.