Oh Yes! Worst mistake of the year.

Suddenly, you freeze, raising a moan of frustration from the girl. But she's now the last thing on your mind. You didn't hear the door open or the sound of footsteps, but now, against your up-thrust buttock you feel cold metal, the hard length of a drawn sword. The girl opens her eyes, and gasps.

"Well, well," a familiar voice says. Naturally, you're not keen to make any sudden movements, but you risk glancing over your shoulder and see you're right - behind you is the handsome young face of Quintus, and two of his fellow guards. They're leering at you, and you can imagine the spectacle the pair of you present.

"No wonder you were so **** to spread those lovely legs for me, Iola," he continues, "if you were getting this nightly; and such a lovely morsel, for a street whore."

Damnit, what is it with this place and people calling you a whore. "No, it's not like that, Quintus!" the girl stutters. "We just... she's..."

"What do you want?" you ask, interrupting her before she can explain how you met. If they don't know you're a thief, they won't expect your skills, and that might give an opportunity later.

"Well, it's like this. When the Hel Soldiers get here, this city's going to explode in blood and flame. Given how wet the lovely Iola was for me -" She blushes, and you guess he's not exaggerating. "- I had planned to take her away from this place. I've got a little hideaway - the safest place in the whole city once I pay the price." Quintus chuckled as he grabbed at Iola's breast and gave it a rough squeeze. "I was planning to take her, and a sack of her father's treasure, and spend the war reaming the slut. Then, when it was over, I could fence the goodies and sell this lovely young thing at the slaver's block, and have a nice pocket of cash to start over with."

Iola sobs at his harsh words, and you feel anger growing inside you. Maybe a part of you had been hoping there'd been a spark of true affection between them, but even your most cynical ideas hadn't been quite so bad. Iola looks heartbroken, and you resolve to kill Quintus if you can.

"But then that delicious cunt downstairs came and offered herself to us, so I cut some of the boys in on the plan. Now, Iola, I have the manpower I need to do the job right. We're going to strip the mansion of everything we can carry, and take you, your sister and your father's whore with us. This little bitch of yours is an added bonus. The four of us will have plenty of pussy to keep us occupied, and the slavers will pay top coin for you bitches."

You grit your teeth in fury as he grabs you by the collar and pulls you up. He's being careless, but he has a sword, so you're not sure if he's being careless enough. You want to escape, but not if it gets you stabbed. It'd be good if you could rescue Frey as well, and even Iola (although you might end up selling her to slavers yourself, if you had the chance). You don't want to get ****, but it wouldn't be the first time, and you could cope. And Quintus is right, the city is in trouble, and he sounds like he has a good plan. Maybe there's some way you can salvage it.

Of course, as Quintus pulls your skirt and linens off your feet and marches the pair of you downstairs with the occasional slap to your bare asses, you wonder if all that isn't wishful thinking.