Nun

There was something irresistibly wicked about dressing up in a nun’s outfit and then go out thieving and fucking, so Liana arrived at the castle dressed as a “member of an eastern religious order” (completely false, but Liana had never met anyone who had been able to call her bluff).
The guards at the gates granted her access to the castle, though both of them felt it was a damn shame that such a woman had become a nun instead of a whore, glancing back to see her ass sway as she walked up to the main building.
Liana spent an hour or so mingling with the other guests, meeting several with whom she would enjoy having a long thorough fuck, but business was more important than fun right now.
Discretely leaving the ballroom, Liana made her way through the dark corridors of the castle, at several occasions hiding in the shadows as servants or guards moved past her.
Finally, Liana reached the door to the room which her informant had promised her was the treasury, where the crown jewels were kept.
Picking the lock with ease, Liana pushed the door open and stepped inside.