An old friend who may be able to help Kara's predicament.

Despite her insistence that they get a move on, Kara ended up dragging Merg away for a quick ball-draining two more times before they reached the old rickety house hidden away in the Kettle they were aiming for. When they finally arrived, Kara knocked heavily on the wooden door and a small slit opened in the top, a beady pair of eyes peering out. "Password?" Kara laughed haughtily. "Kara Ginette." The eyes looked confused. "That's not the password..." Kara smiled confidently. "Perhaps not, but the name Kara Ginette should be able to unlock every door. Who would ever wish to leave me stood cold and lonely outside? I'm far more use warming beds than warming doorsteps." "Actually, my lady, the name Kara Ginette doesn't really mean anything right now. That's why we're here." Kara shrugged, almost like the loss of her power and fortune was a minor inconvenience.

The eyes behind the door squinted suspiciously, then rolled in defeat. The slit closed, and the sound of bolts being unlocked was heard before the door creaked open. "I don't know if you just forgot the password or just don't care. Either way, there's no one who could imitate that ridiculous personality of yours so I assume it's really you, Kara. Come inside, quickly."

Inside was a dimly lit room of operations. A large oak table with several maps and scrolls laid out across it took up most of the space, with bookshelves, filled shelves and mislaid documents surrounding the centre. The person behind the door was now revealed, a gruff looking man with broad shoulders, a scraggly beard and an eyepatch. "It's good to see you safe, Kara. Haven't caught wind of you since we got you out of the royal quarters." He held out his hand in greeting to Merg, who shook it politely. He then held out his hand to Kara, who bypassed the handshake, stood on her tiptoes and delivered a huge kiss to the gruff man whose eyes went wide. Kara didn't release the kiss for a good few seconds before letting go with a big smile. "Dust, it's a pleasure to see you once again as well! How's the business going?" Dust was taken aback, but coughed awkwardly and straightened himself. Random make-outs were something you had to deal with in Kara's presence.

"Yes, well, we're still operating well. You weren't our only client, after all. Lots of nobles interested in hiring a spy, especially nowadays with the regency up for grabs. Underhanded schemes are going on all over the place, but then you'd know that first hand, getting stitched up as you were." Kara pouted angrily. "Oh, don't even remind me. Treason? Theft? ****? I wouldn't have anything to do with such things, but they all came so fast I was unable to make my case." Dust nodded grimly. "Aye, some right ridiculous stories in there beyond just the crimes. Making love to the royal commander in the throne room? That's just..." "That was true." Merg bluntly stated. "Oh. Well, there was the obviously false tale of you dressing as a milk maid to go start an orgy with the stablehands." "Also true." Merg replied. "Ok I think I see why these stories stuck so easily." Dust sighed and rubbed his temples.

"All innocent fun, my dear Dust." Kara winked playfully. "But I will not go down in history as a murderous traitor. Kara Ginette deserves a place on the grand stage, and I have organised this meeting for one reason. I want your help in clearing my name so I can take back my position." Dust bridged his hands and looked thoughtful. "Well, I do want to help you, Kara. We've got history. But this is no small undertaking. This is potentially me spying on my own clients to prove your innocence. A job like this would take no small amount of gold, and that's something you don't have. I'm going to need something as payment for this ta-" Dust was interrupted as Kara shoved her huge tits right into his face with a faux look of indignation on her face. "Oh, you beast! Demanding I become your personal sex-**** in payment? I should have known. Very well, if that's what it takes, I'll have to drain every drop out of you and submit to your dark whims, and your huge cock..." She was already rubbing down Dust's stiffening shaft while he tried to speak through the luscious mountains of titflesh. Merg just sighed to himself. He could either help Dust to make his case, or he could help Kara get a heaving helping of cock that she was clearly after.