You get the briefcase

"Thanks for the fuck." The burglar says in the voice of someone trying to act all macho despite just having their mind blown by hardcore hedonistic sex.

You're still pretty out of breath yourself, so all you can do is lie back on the sofa and nod.

"You can keep the briefcase. I'm out of here." The burglar says. "If I were you, I'd get out of here before whoever actually lives here gets back, and you have some tricky explaining to do."

"Good point." You croak.

The burglar leaves with his haul, and you crawl over to the briefcase.

It's metal, heavy duty, and has a digital combination lock.

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