She is Ambushed

Seleste decided to start looting in the darkest corner of the room. She had seen a nice sized storage chest that was sure to be filled with goods. She snuck over and knelt by the chest, easily picking the look to the lid. She lifted it up slowly, negating the squeaks of the rusty hinges. It was filled with clothes, but Seleste knew better. Her hands rifled through the cloth and eventually came across something round and hard. She lifted out from under the nightshirts and pulled out an emerald about the size of a testicle. She smiled and removed her mask to get a better view of the gem.

She heard a soft thump of feet behind her and her instincts kicked in. She quickly rose to her feet and reached for her dagger while spinning around. She barely started her spin before cold steel pressed against her neck. A sharp edge dug lightly into her skin, not enough to draw blood, but very close. Her breathing practically stopped; she had been caught.

"Hands off the blade." A masculine voice hissed behind her. She slowly let go of the handle to her dagger, which was still in its holster. "Good. You can follow orders." The voice lightened and almost sounded jovial. "Well, well. What do you suppose you were doing, hmm?"

Seleste wanted to turn and face her captor, but she couldn't move with the short sword at her throat. A lie quickly formed on her tongue. She started to speak, her voice hoarse. "I was just checking to make sure my master's effects were all in proper-"

"Save it, you silver-tongued wench." The male voice chastised her. "I know you're a thief. That wasn't what I was asking. I meant what are you doing, working in another thief's grounds?"

"Another thief?" She asked.

"Don't you know anything? This is the Nightengale's territory." The mention of the name Nightengale caused Seleste's blood to run cold. Nightengale wasn't just a master thief, he was renowned assassin as well. He's been in the business for many decades and no one ran afoul of him and survived long after.

"I didn't know..." She began, but the the blade pressed closer to her.

"I don't expect you did. But I can't exactly let you go on account of your ignorance, can I? Don't want people thinking Nightengale's gone soft." He moved closer to her and she could feel his breath on her neck. She tried to determine if this was actually him - the great thief Nightengale. The voice seemed too young, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"I promise I won't tell anyone." She squeaked. Suddenly, the man's left arm wrapped around her neck. The sword had been removed and she felt his right hand grab her leg.

"I know you won't. I'll see to it." He whispered in her ear. His hand roamed her body, grabbing any daggers or other weapons he could find and dropping them to the floor. Although disarming her wasn't his only priority, it seemed: his hand caressed the inside of her legs, her firm ass, her shapely breasts and her warm crotch. She gasped a bit as his hand brushed and cupped her most sensitive regions. She didn't know why, but the situation seemed to be turning her on.

"There. Disarmed." He remarked, his hot breath tickling her ear. "My name is Hood. I am Nightengale's apprentice."

"Look, if you're going to kill me, just get it over with." Seleste said, clenching her fists and gathering courage. Hood actually chuckled.

"I'm not going to kill you, you crazy girl." He laughed quietly. "I'm going to recruit you."

"Recruit me?" Seleste whispered in shock.

"Yes. To be one of Nightengale's Birds of the Shadows." She could feel Hood's lips against her ear. "To join the greatest thieves in Tharros."