The one-eyed thief.

Asharra gave a lustful smile as she approached the leather-clad man at the bar. His eyes watched her hungrily as she moved, sitting at the stool beside him and crossing her long, slender legs. He gave her a grin, looking her up and down unashamedly.

"How much?" He said in a rough voice.

"I'm no whore, sweet." She told him in a breathy, silken tone, "But if you can tell me what I want to know, I'll be one for you tonight."

His grin widened, as she noticed him shift in his seat. His pants had grown tighter and uncomfortably constraining. Even more so when she leaned forward onto the bar, displaying her ample cleavage and gave him a seductive smile. He downed the rest of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and looking to her with lustful eyes.

"I'm connected, girl. I can find out anything you want." He bragged with a low chuckle, "What do you want to know?"

"I'm looking for a magus of the dark arts. I care not whom. Only that I be able to meet with him personally." She told him with a predatory gleam in her mis-matched eyes.

He blanched a moment, apparently shocked at the idea. He had not taken her for a mage, perhaps... Or he simply did not want to associate himself with magic, like many of the superstitious peasantry. Then, his shock faded, and he leaned in low, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I didn't take you for a magus.." He told her in a hushed voice, "I can help you. I know a place that the cult meets. I can get you in."

The Cult of Exaltation was well known in the city, especially amongst it's steamy underside. It was formed of decadent nobles and merchants alike, who gave in to sinful excess. The guard had made many an effort to root them out, but never managed to quash the followers entirely. There were always men and women willing to give in to sinful pleasures, after all. The cult was rumored to have several dark magus amongst it's numbers, who used their powers to call forth otherworldly beings both beautiful and vile...or to cause their followers to collapse into orgasmic bliss at the hands of unseen lovers. The orgies and sinful decadence of the cult were greatly exaggerated by the local population, who clung to the more prudant teachings of the Church of the Ivory Flame, with it's lessons of temperance, virtue and discipline.

A wicked smile graced her lips as she took his hand. "I would be exceptionally grateful."

He grinned at her, throwing a few coins on the bar to pay his tab, before leading her from the bar and upstairs... where the room he'd rented for the evening awaited. It was a simple thing, with nothing more than a bed and a small wooden table and chair adorning it. No sooner were they inside then he latched the door, and was upon her. Pressing her to the door forcefully, his lips went to her neck, kissing and nipping at her soft, pale skin. His hands wandered over her nimbly, running up her curves as he pressed what had grown to be a sizable buldge in his pants into her... pinning her between his body and the wooden door.

She gave a soft moan, letting him do as he wished. Her body responded eagerly to his touch, a shiver running up her spine. He was forceful. He was eager. He would use her, and she shuddered blissfully at the idea. She almost wished her parents could see her now... about to give herself to a man she didn't know. She laughed softly under her breath at the idea, as her new "lover" undid the cord behind her neck that held her flimsy garment up, and let it drop to the floor in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was bare underneath... soft, pale skin exposed and almost begging to be touched. He gave a low groan as he looked down at her, fumbling at his belt as he took in her naked figure.

"Shaved cunt. Nice." He groaned as he freed himself from his pants, his hardness jutting out freely at last.

She let out a silky purr, slipping her fingertips across him... lightly teasing his hard, throbbing member. He was a fair size, seven inches or so, she guessed. He gave a groan as she stroked her fingers over him, teasing his balls lightly. His hands went to her ample breasts, roughly kneeding and squeezing them. She gripped his shaft in one hand and began stroking him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he caressed her lust breasts. He dipped his head suddenly, putting his lips to her chest and letting his hands wander farther down. His fingers toyed at her nethers as he kissed and sucked at her firm nipples, causing her to gasp out in bliss. She was wet already... a fact which did not go unnoticed.

"You're ready." He groaned, pulling off his shirt and looking at her lustfully, "Get on the bed. I'm gonna fuck that pretty cunt."