Gold is Man's Best Friend

Finishing closing her knapsack, Nermeria tightened it to her back and prepared to lug it up the steps. 17 gold bars definitely wasn't the lightest of inventory items. Just as she began to turn around, a familiar voice spoke up.

"Miss Rosey Cheeks, we agreed to 30 minutes, not 45. Why don't you follow me to my office and we can discuss your continued failure to understand punctuality." Mr. Matthews, the pervy man whom never seemed to care even as she looted the vault. Nodding, she grinned at him; whatever he could do, she'd just begun her heist of the bank and it's contents.

Was it really a heist, though? The game just was giving her free stuff. Nermeria let that, and the thoughts of what she might use the gold for dominate her mind as she followed the man to his office; placing her bag at her desk for safekeeping. She knew none of the oblivious NPCs would bother taking it.

"Skirt up, Miss Richardson." Mr. Matthews said, not to Nermeria's shock. Right, she couldn't want to clobber this guy the minute she was no longer faking being a NPC. Shimmying her skirt up submissive, she expected a few gropes and a dismissal, until she felt a hard wooden whap against her ass.

What the hell was with this game and spanking? Who the fuck programmed something as childish as spanking. Biting her lip, Nermeria cried out in pain after the 5th spank, and sighed in relief when it stopped at the 15th. Mr. Matthews chuckled.

"1 for every minute over. Now, Rosey Cheeks, will we have problems about taking too long a break?" He asked as he put the wooden rod against her sensitive cheeks. gasping, Nermeria shook her head and stuttered out a reply.

"No-no Mr. Matthews. Not again." She replied.

Thankfully, the rest of her shift was easy, the hardest part being sneaking back to her place without running into that buffoon of a guard. Sighing in relief, Nermeria quickly stripped, tweaked the proper nipple, and was out of her Rose disguise. Rushing to a bank she thought had longer hours, she went to redeem the gold bars. It was the most nerve racking moment of the entire experience.

The teller looked at her, then the gold bars, and just as if she were depositing a single copper, asked a question. "Would you like a receipt for your deposit of 17 gold bars, worth 85,000 gold?"

"S-sure. That's fine." Nermeria said, rushing from the bank, only checking her interface once she was back home. Besides for the junk at the beginning, she could jump for joy!

Debuff Acquired!:

Moderate Spanking (Duration 12 hours) - A common punishment all across the realm, whether it be for misbehaving children, servants or retainers, spanking is sure to keep your bottom warm. 20% health regen debuff for 12 hours. [NPC Only Debuff]

Hidden Perk Acquired!:

Ass-tastic! (Lvl. 1 of ?) - You've been groped, spanked, and it just won't stop! For some reason, everyone just loves your bottom and you can't understand why! When an encounter occurs, NPCs will default towards focusing on your rear; increases sensitivity of your bottom.

Item Acquired!:

Receipt from Branch #127 of The Realm of Germia's Banking Conglomerate (Informational) - A receipt for your deposit of 85,000 gold

Current Gold Balance for Nermeria LongLif - 87,245 Gold Pieces

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Holy Shit. Actually seeing that number made Nermeria beyond happy. The house she lived in now had been priced near 100 gold, and she hadn't been eager to part with that. Now, she'd be able to make her proper moves....

Hitting herself on her head, Nermeria steeled her emotions. Still more things to examine the vault for, and truthfully, she had all the time in the world. The god-level players had _millions _of gold pieces, which meant she had a long way to go. It was the early evening, and Nermeria knew she'd only be wasting her time in real life if she kept on for the night.

Laying down on her bed, Nermeria passed and out. She logged out once she was asleep.

Amy Chase, Nermeria's player, exited the FBMMORPG setup for the night, rubbing her eyes. Looking around her apartment, Amy headed straight to her computer, ready to browse the forums which made up the other half of her life. Smiling as she checked her digital investments, Amy began her process: reading news, feeding it to her algorithm, rinse, repeat, and hopefully, make a nice bit of change off it.

It'd worked so far, truth be told. Her apartment was nice enough, she had no debt, no worry about paying off bills, and most of the time, her algorithms did the heavy lifting for her. She tweaked them every so often, ensuring they stayed current, but it was minor adjustments.

Done with 'work' for the night, Amy ordered a smoothie and kicked her feet back, not bored of staring at screens. She took one last at her current valuation and smiled at the barely 8 digit number. Life was, as always, good. A knock at her door brought the smoothie, and Amy groaned at the interaction, none too eager to leave her zone.

Whatever. A rogue had to leave her den every once in awhile, Amy reasoned. Laughing at how stupid a statement it was, Amy allowed herself to scroll mindlessly through the 'Medieval Quest' forums and associated chatter. Wow. Still no one had discovered her class or the over-powered item she had. A grin formed on her lips, and her favorite word resounded in her mind, bouncing around in it even as she passed out on her comfortable bed.

Suckers.

Nermeria Longlif stretched her body, having had more then 12 hours of rest and feeling it. She felt both like a new woman, and a million bucks. Well, 87,245 bucks to be accurate. Taking her sweet time in getting ready, Nermeria made sure she had two extra bags with her, especially since she'd need the extra storage for the day ahead. Maybe one day she'd figure out a better way to get the gold from the vault, but for now, just carting it out by the bag full was fine enough.

Dressed in her teller's uniform (and used to the lack of panties at this point), Nermeria checked her window discreetly. Good. No accidently encounters, no run ins with a guard, no waste of time. Rushing as fast as the heels would take her, Nermeria reached work. Oddly enough, everyone was there already, even though Nermeria was about 15 minutes early.

"Boss wants you. You're late." One of the old women said robotically.

Heading to his office, Nermeria made sure to ready herself. She wasn't late, and she also wasn't a push-over, but she couldn't lose this job.

"Shut the door please, Miss Richardson." Mr. Matthews asked. Nermeria did so, and he nodded to her. "It is company policy on Mittwoch to be a hour early, to celebrate the middle of the week. Why, pray tell, were you late Miss Richardson?"

Shit. She thought it was the same hours every week. "Sor-sorry Mr. Matthews. I thought it was at....". He shushed her.

"You're a fine teller young lady, but you certainly need to pick up your brain sometimes. It was in the contract you signed, stating that...." His character model glitched out, and he began to skip words. Hm. The game didn't know how to handle what had happened, apparently. Eventually, his sentences began to make sense once more.

"I cannot allow infraction after infraction, Miss Richardson. For now, since I can tell you merely made an error, I will be lenient and merely withhold pay for todays work. Dismissed." The man said, clearly more in an angry mode then pervy.

Whatever. Nermeria rolled her eyes, and continued thinking that as she walked out from the bank, her three knapsacks filled with gold, one equipable item, some amazing skill books, quest starters in the form of notes or amps, and dozens of spell scrolls.

Once the gold was deposited in her account, Nermeria bounded back home, happy to finally be able to take some time and use some of the scrolls and skill books she had. First, to check the receipt.

Receipt from Branch #127 of The Realm of Germia's Banking Conglomerate (Informational) - A receipt for your deposit of 100,000 gold

Current Gold Balance for Nermeria LongLif - 187,245 Gold Pieces

Nermeria laughed, and thought of where she should start with all the loot she'd acquired. Maybe checking the item she'd found? A spell scroll or two? Perhaps checking over the stuff from her thievery as a maid? Choices, choices....