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Firelight danced on Miriamelle’s supple body. Her kneeling posture revealed the toned abs she developed over the last few days spent hiking and unintentionally starving. The curly brunette’s weight loss hadn’t touched her perky tits, showcasing their natural perky heft to Dazar. The dwarf continued to stare at her bodacious bosom while shuffling the three cards around.

Miriamelle grinned, noticing his lack of concentration on the task at hand. Counting to thirteen, Miri made her move. Dazar’s attention firmly rested on her chest, so Miri twisted her now-hard nipples and emitted a sultry moan, “Daddy.”

Caught between shuffling the lady and staring at another one, Dazar mentally froze at a crucial moment. His hand’s kept moving, allowing Miri to clearly see him palm the queen and drop another card with a similar bend. The girl kept her composure, biding her time. Dazar blinked and shook his head as if to clear it from cobwebs and continued the shuffle. Quarter of a minute rolled by, this time Miri observed Dazar drop his gaze to fully concentrate, so she did something unexpected. She grabbed her throat with one hand and tilted it up, careful not to block Dazar’s view of her beautiful tits, and softly called out, “Daddy, please.”

Miriamelle grinned in triumph as she saw Dazar fumble when palming the queen back down. In prior games, his hand motions were so smooth the trick was indistinguishable from the normal shuffle. Now, Miri watched the queen. The card started on the left, was on the far right, now in the middle, and finally back on the right.

“That one!” Miri exclaimed, pointing at the far right card. Dazar physically paled in response.

“A-are you sure?” He asked warily.

“Yup! Flip it over.” Miri bounced excitedly, which did wondrous things for her perky tits. Hypnotized, Dazar’s head bobbed in conjunction with her nipples as they went up, down, up, down, shaking all the while. At that moment the fire sputtered, casting Miri halfway in shadow, effectively elongating her profile and accentuating her glorious boobs. Dazar didn’t move until Miri snapped her fingers in his face, proclaiming, “I know it’s the right one. If I’m wrong, you can stare somewhere else!”

“As you wish, Butterfly,” Dazar weakly said in defeat. Belaying the moment, Dazar first flipped over the middle card, revealing the Ace. Miri smiled and leaned forward in trepidation. A heartbeat later, the dwarf turned over the far left, showing the six. Miri jumped up triumphantly, shoving the victory sign in Dazar’s face as he inverted the last card, displaying the queen. Stunned, Dazar just sat there, watching Miri’s boobs bounce around as she did a little victory dance.

After her dance ended, Miri apologized for her exuberance and put another log on the fire. She sat back down as it crackled, smiling ruefully. Miriamelle relaxed in a couch position along her side, which reminded Dazar of a living lewd Goddess statue.

“So, how’d you figure it out?” He asked, desperately trying to keep his eyes on her face, but failing miserably.

“Mostly, I guessed. But I had a suspicion of a dirty trick,” Miri teased. She continued, “in The previous game, I noticed something odd about your shuffle; as the queen replaced the furthermost right one, the new far left one appeared to disappear for a moment. The first game showed me the same trick had happened on the right. However, both took place at the same time in the game, about fifteen seconds in. I knew there had to be a second switch to both obscure the first one and reset the queen. Figuring when you would do the second switch was a pure guess. Guess I got lucky. Since you were already cheating, I figured turnabout was fair play, Daddy.”

Dazar whistled, impressed. Sipping his beer, he congratulated the lovely beauty before him, “Huh. Well played, Miriamelle. Haven’t been played like that since… Well, I don’t know. The last person who beat me at Find the Lady was an orc who had a magic eye. And that was twenty some years ago!”

Miri radiated happiness at the compliment. “Thank you,” she babbled.

“Have you ever heard of the Thieves Guild?” He suddenly asked seriously.

“No. On Earth, in America, crime rarely seemed to be organized,” Miri answered, curious as to where this conversation was going.

“Ha! Must mean their leaders did a good job hiding their tracks! Good for ‘em!” Dazar bellowed happily. In a quieter tone, he continued, “Here, the Thieves Guild is a collection of folks who make their living outside the law. For instance, I am a master vault-breaker and card-shark. You managed to beat one of my numerous card games. As you can imagine, my skill set makes it a bit of a hindrance to pay taxes. However, what makes the Guild so great is we have experts in every field of crime imaginable. There are thugs, scammers, pick-pockets, specialists, etc.”

Miri narrowed her eyes and warily asked, “So what does this have to do with me?”

“Perceptive as ever. Before you get the wrong idea, let me explain our code. Don’t steal from someone weaker than you without due cause or recompense. Don’t snitch. And don’t blow other guild members jobs. We aren’t without honor, in fact most of us come from shit situations and have made the best of it. My first apprentice actually grew up and became a council member for Greenwater,” Dazar enumerated the rules on his fingers. When he was finished, Miri looked a little less concerned, so the dwarf pushed a little further, “I would like you to become my apprentice. I was going to help you anyhow, but this way I can teach you how to survive and use your assets to their fullest.”

Miri blinked in surprise. It was her turn to be speechless as she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Rather, it was Aiano who spoke, “It’s a good offer, Miri. Granted, I have no experience with thieves myself, nor do I recall Creator Culver speaking about them, except to call them, well, thieves.”

“I don’t know what to say. Knew you were a bit off since the first… Who willingly spends time away from civilization?” Miri confided humbly.

Dazar smirked and quipped, “I’m just a guy who knows when it's best to go fishing.”

“Why me? I’m just an Earth girl. I’ve got no skills,” Miri nervously rubbed her chin.

“Two reasons. One, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about you. You have a quiet confidence about you underneath the bashfulness. Two, you beat me at Three-Card-Monte; a game I thought I’d perfected decades ago. In short, you have potential. My first and only apprentice, an orc, I found stealing bread directly ‘neath a baker’s nose. Turns out he’s one of the best politicians in the game. I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, but let me teach you,” Dazar honestly elucidated. He shrugged and waited for Miri’s response.

She excused herself, walked to the other edge of the camp, and talked with Aiano out of earshot. “I think this is good, we can steal magical items and learn how to survive in this world,” Miri quickly began. “I just don’t know what the downside is. You’re smart Aiano, can you help?”

“The downside could be quite significant. Public anathema follows convicted criminals everywhere. I’d imagine the life itself is constantly stressful and dangerous. And what’s his real goal for apprenticing you?”

“Hmm. All good points, but I mean, do any of that really matter? I already plan on leaving, and it’s going to be dangerous regardless. And I think he wants to fuck me. However, he’s been a real gentleman and hasn’t abused his power. So, that doesn’t change. Damn the torpedoes, let’s do it!” Miri determined after some quiet contemplation.

“Let it be done, then.”

Miri walked back over to Dazar and offered him a hand. Once he was standing, she shook his hand, proudly stating, “I accept. Make me the best rogue you can.”