The Dagger Request

Sam looks up to see Kara watching him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She walks over to him, her boots clicking against the stone floor. "Sam, is everything alright?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

Sam swallows hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, everything's fine, Kara. Just a little distracted, that's all," he replies, forcing a smile.

Kara looks at him skeptically, but she doesn't press the issue. Instead, she nods towards the half-elf woman. "Sam, this is Shayla. She's new to the guild, and she's looking for some work. I thought you might be able to help her out."

Sam nods, trying to keep his eyes off of Elara's projection. "Of course, Kara. Nice to meet you, Shayla."

Shayla smiles at him, her projection growing even more vivid. "Nice to meet you too, Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

Her projection is naked, fingering itself while playing with its own breasts. Sam watches on, seeing the desires of the half-elf girl play out in front of his very eyes. He tries to maintain a neutral expression, but it's hard not to be drawn in by the provocative image.

As Shayla begins to explain her skills and experience, Sam finds himself zoning out, his attention fixed on the projection beside her. He can feel his arousal growing, his cock straining against his pants as he struggles to maintain his composure.

Kara, seemingly oblivious to the tension, nods thoughtfully as Shayla speaks. "I think we might have a job that would be perfect for you," she says, her own projection - the latex catsuit and whip - flashing briefly in Sam's peripheral vision.

Sam forces himself to focus, trying to push the distracting images to the back of his mind. "What's the job?"

Kara's eyes narrow as she looks at him, her gaze piercing. "The job is a simple one, but it requires discretion. There's a wealthy merchant who's looking for a custom-made dagger. He wants it to be a gift for his mistress, and he's willing to pay handsomely for it."

Sam nods, his mind racing with the possibilities. "I can do that," he says, his voice confident.

Kara smiles, her projection flickering briefly in his peripheral vision. "I thought you might. Here are the details he provided us, and the custom parameters he wanted to be included in the creation of the dagger."

She hands him a parchment, her fingers brushing against his as she does so. Sam's eyes dart to her hand, his mind flashing to the image of her in the latex catsuit, the whip cracking in her hand. He forces himself to focus, taking the parchment from her.

As he scans the details, Shayla's projection continues to tantalize him, her fingers dancing across her body, her nipples hardening beneath her corset. Sam's arousal grows, his cock straining against his pants as he struggles to maintain his composure.

He clears his throat, trying to sound professional. "I'll get started on this right away, Kara. I'll make sure it's perfect for the merchant's mistress."

Kara's projection shifts, the latex catsuit now replaced by a flowing white gown, her breasts spilling out of the low-cut neckline. Sam's eyes dart to her face, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

"I'll leave you to get started, then," Kara says, her voice all-business.

As she walks away, Sam reads through the parchment to see what he has to do. He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. The dagger needs to be made of the finest materials, with a hilt carved from the bone of a dragon and a blade made of the sharpest steel. Sam knows he can do it, but he also knows that the projections will continue to distract him.

He begins to sketch out a design, his mind racing with ideas. As he works, he can't help but notice Shayla's projection out of the corner of his eye. She's now lying on a bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers working furiously at her clit.

He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his eyes keep darting back to the projection. Shayla's eyes lock onto his, and for a moment, Sam feels like she's staring directly at him, her gaze piercing through the veil of reality.

Sam's hand trembles as he tries to draw a straight line, his cock throbbing in his pants. He takes a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. The projection begins to change, Shayla's body now wrapped in chains, her nipples clamped with tiny metal devices. Sam's eyes widen as he struggles to maintain his composure.

Suddenly, Kara's voice breaks the silence, her projection flashing briefly in his peripheral vision.

"Sam, are you alright?" she asks, her voice full of concern. "You look a little flustered."

Sam takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'm fine, Kara," he says, his voice steady. "Just trying to get this design right."

Kara nods, her projection shifting back to the white gown. "I know it's a big job, but I have faith in you, Sam. You're the best smith in the guild."

Sam nods, realizing that he really just has to focus and get the design down, then he'll be able to head home after ordering the materials for the blade. At this, Sam actually locks in and is productive for a solid 2 hours straight, finishing the design for the dagger and putting in the material requests. He takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

As he leans back in his chair, he notices that Kara's projection has changed once again. She is now standing in front of him, her body covered in a sheer white gown that leaves little to the imagination. Sam's eyes widen as he takes in the sight, his heart pounding in his chest.