The assassin is escorted to Trimon.

"Trimon?" The Akkadian said questioningly once the man's gaze drifted upward from his chest. "I expect he left word to have me escorted him as soon as I arrived?"

"Oh yes, indeed he did." The guard acknowledged, plainly finding it difficult to think in proximity to a perfect pair of breasts. "Come with me little darling."

The guard slapped his palm to one of the Akkadian's taut buttocks and dug in his strong fingers to the firm flesh. The assassin had to will himself not to angrily slap the hand away or jump away from the contact. Forcing a smile to his lips he reminded himself that he had to act as if such contact was an everyday occurance for him in his disguise as a whore. Guided by the grip on his bottom the Akkadian allowed himself to be steered through the courtyard and through a doorway. He overheard more lewd comments as he weaved through the bandits and they were treated to a closer look at his body.

"Gods, I'd pound that ass black and blue." One bandit muttered nudging his neighbour.

"Too fucking right." His neigbour agreed. "And cover those big round tits with my seed."

"Ass, tits, whats the matter with the pair of you?" A third disagreed. "See that hot cunt beneath that slip of silk. My cock would stretch that little whore and shaft her harder than she's ever known. Get those legs wrapped around my body and I'd soon have her screaming with pleasure."

The assassin did his best to ignore the suggestions, though the thought of any of those things happening brought a wave of disgust and fear. The hand on his ass was uncomfotably close to his invisable dagger and he silently prayed to the goddess of chaos and assassins that it would not be discovered.

He was guided up a flight of stairs to another doorway, outside which two more guards stood with drawn swords.

"Trimon's favourite whore Minaja." The Akkadian's escort announced to the two men. "The captain left word that she be brought up at once."

"Yes we know." The men responded, treating the assassin to fresh leers. "You can leave her here."

The Akkadian's escort left with some relutance back down the stairway. One of the guards walked around the Akkadian, but did not repeat the earlier search.

"She's safe enough." The guard declared. "It's not as if she's wearing enough to hide anything."

The second guard grunted assent and knocked sharply upon the door.

"The whore is here Trimon." He announced.

"Send her in you fucking moron." Came the muffled reply from inside. "And I'm not to be disturbed until further notice, understand?"