She finds you

Celestina had been nervous all day. She had gotten lucky snagging the necklace off of Lady Highcastle while she was dancing with Adam, that guy she had met the slut with back in Broadbridge. Ugh. Seeing the slut again had been distressing, but the worst bit was that part of her wished she had been the one in his arms. Maybe she could've been swept off her feet if she'd had a little patience and not deleted her account so quickly? She reddened at the thought of what might've happened to her before her rescue if she had stayed as Arialle, banishing the images when she realized how a part of her still wanted to find out. Men, Sarah, not daemons! Adam, not Azazel. Speaking of which, Adam was hotter than Jared, more charming, and most importantly wasn't in a group with her creepy and annoying brother. Maybe she still had a shot, given he evidently went for women like her.

The thought of her brother she snapped out of her daydream. They had come to the ball to steal the necklace for some quest or other of her brother's: some sort of rogue challenge. She wasn't sure how she had gotten roped into the affair, and even less so how she had actually been the one to steal the necklace. Sure, as a ranger she could be stealthy and agile when the situation demanded it, but she lacked most of the low-brow talents that made rogues good at what they did. Well, regardless, completing the class challenge should give him a good power boost: maybe he could finally start pulling his own weight for a change. Some things seemingly never changed: even ingame he was incompetent. Heaving an exaggerated sigh, she walked back to their room, the designated rendezvous for when they found the gem and were ready to escape.

Clack, clack, clack, her heels echoed as she walked down the hall. She hated wearing heels, hated the men who leered at her ass when she walked in them. Well, most of them anyways: she wouldn't mind of Adam took a gander. Just one more day until she could go back to her adventuring gear. She could hear excited voices whispering from the half-open door ahead: clearly she wasn't the first one back. Sneaking as quietly as she could given her footwear, she snuck up beside the door to hear what her companions were up to.

"Dude, have you seen how hot she is when she dresses up? I'd love to bend her over and show her a thing or two." The voice of David—despite liking RP, she couldn't bring herself to call him "Shadowdagger," the ridiculous name he had chosen—leaked through the door. Of course he was leering over some poor woman rather than doing his job. Why wouldn't he be?

"Gross, man, aren't you two a little close for that?" Jared's thick voice replied. She had originally partied up with him due to his sculpted body, although something about him rubbed her the wrong way so she hadn't really acted on those thoughts since. Still, she was glad he was apparently still civil when she wasn't around. Who was this "close" woman, though? David played more than she did, but he hadn't mentioned any other groups he'd found.

"Maybe out there, but not in here. I wouldn't mind spending some time with her character next time she's logged out, if you know what I mean. I've already been putting on some moves: she'll fall for me any day now. Besides, I'm down to share."

"Heh, maybe there's something to that after all. I still don't get you, man, but if you're willing to pass her around then I'm not about to say no to a turn. And hey, it's not like I have any qualms myself."

"Just you wait, man. A few more days and we'll have her guessing what tastes funny every time she logs in. And the best part is if I need to I can easily distract her and keep her from logging on and catching us."

Something finally clicked in Celestina's brain as she listened to her male companions' disgusting conversation. Was David talking about her? Who else could he be talking about? Eww. She knew he was a little perv, but didn't expect even him to go this far. His stupid quest could wait: she needed some time to process this. She tiptoed away as quietly as she could and started looking for an empty room when a blaring horn accompanied a popup in front of her.

Alert! Lady Highcastle's pendant has been stolen!
All adventurers are to return to their rooms and remain on lockdown until they can be interrogated by the lady's guards.

Great. The quest had advanced and the person best suited to getting her out of it was the last person she wanted to talk to right now.

Wait a minute, hadn't Adam briefly looked into her eyes when she stole the gem? She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but why hadn't he warned the Lady? She was sure he knew what she was up to, and there's no way she would've escaped if he had spoken up. He'd probably even get a reward for thwarting the robbery. Maybe he had partied up with a rogue and was on his own quest? Maybe he had mistaken her for the bitch? She ran down the corridor as fast as her awkward footwear allowed. Maybe she could somehow find him? He might help her escape this mess, and she could get into his good graces as well as teach her stupid brother a lesson.

Ducking into an empty room, Celestina reached under her skirt and fumbled with a small pouch which hung off her waist. It was tiny enough that even the slinky folds of the dress concealed it, yet large enough inside to carry everything she had. The miniaturized adventurer's pack had cost her all of her cash, no small amount of farming, a few batted eyelashes, and even a quick handie in a dirty back alley that she was working on forgetting. Still, it was incredibly convenient in situations like this, and she hated lugging around bulky backpacks: they ruined her carefully-maintained aesthetic. Rummaging past the stolen gem and numerous other trinkets, she found what she was looking for: a bit of blood from a certain imp. She had talked Amara and Grungil into giving it to her after they killed the imp in some crypt a while ago. She had hoped to use it to track him down the next time she was in his dungeon, but hopefully it would instead pick up any lingering taint that was still on the slut. Muttering a few incantations and burning some herbs for the tracking spell, she saw a flash and a brief vision of a room much like her own. Despite the nondescript appearance, she felt a small tug in her gut guiding her there. The vision was surprisingly clear: perhaps the bitch wasn't as purified as she claimed. Well, that could wait.

Muffled pounding came down the corridor she had come from: it sounds like the guards had started their search. Hopefully Adam has more of a plan than I do, she thought, awkwardly jogging her way towards his room, stumbling and picking herself up a few times as she went. Other adventurers looked at her with confusion or indifference, everyone trying to get to their rooms either due to the guards' orders or just because they were ready for bed. After what seemed like an eternity of running, the adventurers thinned out and then vanished as she entered an empty section of the castle. She panted, stopped in front of what she was sure was the right door. It looked identical to every other one, but her spellcraft told her this was the one. Calming a sudden flutter in her stomach, she had just barely finished turning the knob when a wet sound gave her pause.

Really? Did they have to be doing that now of all times? She nearly kicked down the door and demanded their attention when she felt a burning in her own loins. "Well, I might as well be sure so that there aren't any misunderstandings." She muttered to herself as if to convince herself of some ulterior motive, but her body didn't lie. As she pushed open the door her right hand wormed its way under her skirt, her left letting go of the doorknob to grab one of her pert breasts.

The room was dark other than the flickering of a few torches. She half-expected to be seen immediately, what with the extra torchlight flickering in from the hallway, but it seemed the couple in front of her was much too preoccupied to notice. She squinted to make them out in the shadowy room. Adam's head looked bizarrely misshapen in the torchlight and the blankets folded and fluttered in an odd way underneath him. Or so she thought: she blinked and it was gone. Perhaps her eyes were just adjusting to the poor lighting? Another sucking sound banished any more thoughts of her head, and she found her gaze drawn to other parts of his body.

The whore's head was positioned right above his crotch, bobbing up and down while his hand gently caressed her hair. "Slut," she whispered, although her right hand had now found its way under her panties and was probing her slit. Half of her brain was wondering why they had to be doing this, while the other half was wishing she was the one between his legs—wishing she had dragged the bitch away from him the last time they met. She plunged two fingers into her slit and began pumping in and out, more and more juices dripping out as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her. A wet pop announced the bitch's head leaving Adam's crotch and working its way up his chest, and she let out a brief moan at the sensual sight. Her doppelganger suddenly stopped, and she clapped her free hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Adam's head turned in her direction, and he laughed as he looked into her eyes.

"Fancy meeting you here. Care to join us?" The bitch turned as well, giving her a sultry smile and making a show of grabbing his cock and pumping it as she licked her lips.

Celestina panicked and started backing up, falling and letting out a whimper as she landed on her ass. She was just about to get up and make a run for it when she heard the muffled clanging of armour in the distance. Right, she was here for a reason. Swallowing her misgivings, she stood, stepped into the room and closed the door as the pair in front of her devoured her with their eyes.