Getting in close with a whore named Zalah

“Tell me Cathy,” Kallah began, pausing for a brief moment to stare at the beautiful sight of the redheaded dancer’s naked body, “have you ever during your travels crossed paths with a whore named Zalah?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Cathy replied, with a certain degree of hesitance.
“Trust me honey, you would have had no problem recollecting her if you had.” Kallah promised her, giving Cathy another satisfied smile as she seemed to drift away for a short moment.

“I had the pleasure of seeing her in action right here in my place the last time that she visited Tharros,” Kallah continued, “That slut was pure gold. Blonde hair, massive tits, and I mean that they were massive, a body to die for, and with a mindset that allowed her to take on all callers, no matter their sex or creed. Fuck, mindset is the wrong word; it implies that it was conscious choice from her part to act like that. It wasn’t, she just acted like that because that’s the way she is.”
“You’re right, I would have remembered her.” The thief agreed. “You seem to remember her fondly.”
“I do. But that’s not the reason why I want you to track her down.”
“No? Then what is the reason?” Cathy had grabbed a wine bottle from the shelves and, after pulling the cork out by her teeth and then spitting it across the room, took a swig from the bottle.

“Yesterday, someone approached me about a job. He, or more likely his master, told me that Zalah was due to arrive in Tharros again today, and he wanted me to hire someone to track her down and then get close to her. The thing about Zalah is that she has a ruby attached to her navel, and whoever I hire is supposed to find out how she got it, before handing her over to me, who will then hand her over to him.” Kallah finished speaking and took the bottle of wine from Cathy and downed some of its contents, though drinking in a more patient manner than Cathy had.
“I thought that you liked this Zalah?”
“I do.” Kallah admitted.
“It’s not like you to betray your friends.” Whatever playfulness that had been existent in Cathy’s demeanour earlier now disappeared, and the thief gave Kallah a disapproving glare.
“And I’m not going too, either!” Kallah protested, “But somebody’s was going to accept the job sooner or later. Zalah’s a decent enough girl, and she’s not going to be handed over to some perverted wanker of a grey eminence, not if I can bloody help it she isn’t!”

“Alright, so what’s your real motive?” Cathy asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Kallah, you’re not a blackguard, but you’re not a fucking saint either. And I sincerely doubt that you would be prepared to pay me a hefty sum of gold for keeping Zalah away from whoever it is that’s after her, nor would you willingly piss off said unknown villain just to help some whore that you barely even know. People who can employ henchmen are usually people with power, and people with power can do something about it when they realise that you’ve double-crossed them.”
“You’re right as always,” Kallah admitted, “it’s that ruby in her bellybutton. Someone powerful wants it, that means that it is powerful too.”
“And since Zalah is a major slut, you’re kind of suspecting that the jewel is somehow behind her less than virtuous behaviour?”
“I’ve seen her have a Minotaur’s cock shoved up her arsehole like it was a fucking pinkie! A normal woman wouldn’t just do that! There’s got to be magic involved.”
“And you’re thinking that if Zalah’s got a ruby, then there’s got to be more?”
“Precisely,” Kallah grinned at Cathy, “so I want you to find out all you can about how she got that stone, and what it did to her. After that, we’ll deal with getting Zalah into safety.”
“What? That’s your brilliant plan? Improvisation?!”
“Look, will you do it or not?”
“Well, I am the template for all those silly stories about whores with their hearts made out of gold,” Cathy shot Kallah a dirty smile, “but it’s going to cost you.”
“I’ll pay you six digits in gold.” Kallah looked Cathy straight in the eyes as she said this, the bar-owner looking dead-serious. Cathy understood her, even if 10000 were all that she offered, that was more than this bar had cost to buy.

“That, and if we find anymore of those jewels, I want one for myself.”
“It’s a deal, though I doubt that you need to get more promiscuous.”
“A girl should always look for opportunities to better herself.” Cathy placed her hands on her tits, pressing the two heavy orbs together.