Someone comes with an offer

Ren’s week had been a steady stream of clientele and coins, but she couldn’t help but notice that her coffers had dwindled slightly since the uprising in faraway Luthadel. She was just thinking about what else she could do when he arrived.

When she first saw him, he seemed taller than he actually was. Dark haired with a shock of white through it, he wore street clothing, but had the posture of a noble. Ren was intrigued and so she made her way to him.

“Hello m’lord.” She greeted him with a curtsy. She rioted him without thinking which was sloppy, he might be an obligator in disguise. He smiled and inclined his head towards her in return.

“I’m no lord good woman. Just a weary traveler looking for companionship. Name’s Leone.” His eyes seemed trustworthy enough to Ren and she found herself suddenly wanting to be that companion.

She furrowed her brow at the unexpected emotion. “Don’t you know it’s crass to use soothing in a soothing parlor?” She rioted him in return out of curiosity.

He glanced down at her ample bust cresting the top of her dress and smirked in an endearing way. “You’re very attractive Ren, but I can recognize emotional allomancy just as well as you. I assure you I’m not here for that kind of companionship.” He didn’t seem upset and Ren had to wonder if he had intended to get caught. “Would you join me for a drink and we can discuss my needs?”

She lead him to one of the more private booths in the main room and flagged down Masra for a drink before sitting down. “And what is your name, m’lady?” Leone asked as she slid into the seat beside him.

“I am Ren.” She said softly.

“Ren, I'm looking for someone with your particular set of skills.” His eyes lingered on her tits again.

She flushed red in embarrassment. “No deal. Zinc is expensive enough as it is.” She’d been conned into playing practical jokes on people before and was never compensated for her metals.

“This would pay a lord’s ransom.” He said simply. He took a long gulp of his drink.

She paused.

“Would you like to at least hear the details?” He asked.

She remembered counting her pocketbook earlier. “Fine.” She slid away from him on the bench and crossed her arms.

He didn’t react to her pouting. “Good. Are you familiar with Lord Panchette’s estate?”

Who did he think she was? “Of course not, I’ve barely been north of the canal.”

“That’s quite good for my purposes actually.” Leone smiled. “I need an agent who won’t be recognized. You will need to infiltrate his mansion and steal a set of plans he has in his personal safe.”

“Why me? I know nothing of subterfuge.”

“Ah, but if the rumors are true, you are a world class whore.” He clapped her on the shoulder in a very unsexy way as he stood up. “Panchette’s looking for a new plaything and I think you’re eminently qualified Ren.”