A Corset Knife (Sorcerer) (Chaotic Good)

What to expect: your fun and comfortable, hedonistic life world gets wildly thrown apart.

You look over the vast array of weapons in this room, and feel overwhelmed. You're not accustomed to any of this. You're no warrior and certainly no paladin. There's just never been the need. Your strongest inclination is to start grabbing weapons or whatever else you could reach and dropping them on the floor; hoping the noise would attract attention and bring someone here, and hope that they're friendly.

Sparing you the racket and the effort, something does catch your eye. On a table is a small, slim knife. You hold it close to your eyes and curiously inspect it. Foldable at the hinge, the blade is meant to collapse into the handle, wrapped in a black fabric. A corset knife they're called. You would know, you have one just like this, with a lovely corset to match. Though you've never had any reason to use it so far, having a small and sharp piece of extra protection has made you feel more safe and comfortable in a **** state with strange men, which was often.

As you put the blade down, you found yourself back in familiar environments, somehow. The table was the dresser, the long mirror you had seen, was now sitting atop it. You looked around, trying to figure out what all was going on. It all looked like where you expected to be; another soft and beautiful morning in The Extra Ordinary. You looked to see your partner from the night before, a charming if naive young naval officer, who made up for his lack of words in more meaningful ways.

You put the strange daydream aside and start to freshen up in the mirror. Your golden hair was always something you took care to make presentable. Though fairly common for most mortals, it was unheard of among Tieflings like yourself. Since it helped make you stand out, you decided to lean into that, and help it be another enticing feature, along your already very enticing body. You quietly dressed yourself, knife folded and tucked away out of habit, and made your way downstairs. The establishment was quiet, as it should have been for the hour of morning that it was, just slightly after dawn. You looked over the main floor of the Ordinary, to find that there was some messes of a minor variety that you would have to care for. As you worked to clean, there was an intrusion, as an extremely familiar face came through the door.

"Sleeping on the job again?" The voice and face belonged to your sister, Bethany, an identical twin, meaning she too shared the extremely unlikely golden hair atop your demonic demeanor.

"Sleeping was the job last night" You gave her a wink "well, part of it"

"I figured. Your lucky dad doesn't like to pry."

"And that you're not the type to gossip." You added

"About you? Of course not. Besides, it's not like I'd be any better if I was in your place."

You smiled gently "Sometimes I wonder why Harlihn hasn't hired you on as well."

"Oh, you know him. That old dwarf is a **** to appearances. He still wants people to think he's running a reputable business"

You both giggle in the thought, as your sister helps you with your morning task, before departing together, to enjoy the morning breeze.