Samia Joins the Shadow Blades

"Alright, enough of this," Lexo said, clapping his hands to cut through the silence. "You've proven your worth, Samia. You're in." Despite her nudity, his gaze remained locked on her eyes.

Samia blinked, not quite believing her ears. She had expected more humiliation, more punishment. But Lexo's words were final. She was in. She was a Shadow Blade.

Now she could move on with her plan.

“You can dress now,” Lexo said, licking his lips as he looked up and down her body.

The order couldn’t have come quick enough. Samia hurriedly slipped her panties back on. She gathered up the rest of her clothes, except her bra was missing. She scanned the floor, but couldn't see it anywhere. It seemed one of the thieves had taken it. Rather than standing around topless, she put on her shirt, buttoning it up. Then her skirt. She was still embarrassed, everyone here had seen every bit of her, but she was clothed again at least.

"Now," Reynaldo added, his voice deeper than before, "we have a deal, Samia. You're a Shadow Blade now, and that means you're ours. We'll train you, give you the tools you need to be the best thief you can be. But in return, you have to do whatever we say, whenever we say it. Got it?"

Samia nodded, her heart thudding in her chest. She had never been one to give in to others easily, but she had to do this. With a sense of grim determination, she prepared herself for the trials that lay ahead as a member of the Shadow Blades. Little did she know that the true tests of loyalty and cunning were yet to come, and that her journey had only just begun in the treacherous world of thieves and rogues.

They made her serve drinks the rest of the night as their new trainee. But at least they let her have a drink herself. She began to feel rather tipsy as the night wore on, after drinking quite a lot of wine. She talked with several of the thieves, getting to know them, but trying to keep her own identity a secret.

"You smell pretty," said Lexo as he sat next to her. "Like fruit, and flowers."

"Thank you," Samia smiled. The man was handsome, in a roguish way.

"Samia is an interesting name. Are you from Octoton?"

Her face reddened a little. Did he know who she was? There was no hiding it, the name belonged to that region, maybe it was just an educated guess.

"Yes," she whispered.

"It is where all the prettiest girls come from." Lexo smiled, then took her hand in his, lifting it and kissing the back of it.

They drank more wine, and Samia's head began to spin. Today had been so surreal. Time seemed to pass quickly, and before she knew it, Lexo was kissing her lips. She kissed back, letting his tongue explore her mouth. She breathed out harshly, eyes focusing as they stared into his.

As the night came to a close, Lexo stood, looking at her.

“Time for bed,” he said to Samia. “Care to accompany me?” He gave her a smirk.