To the Jade Baths

At the last moment, you change your mind. The whole incident with Alrechi has left you shaken, as well as horny, and you know from bitter experience that it's risky to try a robbery when you have other things on your mind. Frey's offer suddenly sounds very appealing, the perfect way to relax and prepare.

The Baths are empty this late at night, the attendants long gone apart from one bored **** to take the fee, who you easily slip past. There's no sign of Frey, but you delight in stripping off your clothes and diving in, luxuriating in the hot water as the nervous sweat that has gathered over the past hours is washed off your skin. Smiling contentedly, you wade out to the centre of the bath, where the water's tranquil surface laps at the bottom of your breasts. You close your eyes with bliss.

Suddenly, someone wraps their arms round you from behind. For a moment you panic, cursing the fact you left your knives at the edge of the bath and fearing you've fallen into the hands of one of the pimps and rapists that lurk in this neighbourhood. But then you feel hard nipples pressing into your back, and soft lips tickling your neck, and you realise it's Frey who approached with remarkable silence.

"Mmm..." she whispers, "I'm glad you took me up on my offer." Her practised hands run over your body, one slipping below the water to rest between your legs.

"You have clever fingers," she continues, taking your hand and bringing it to your breast, making your own fingers stroke in smooth, gentle circles. "I like that in a woman - for more than one reason."

One of her fingers slides between your nether lips, with a delicious skill that makes you wonder how many female clients she has. "I have a job for a thief."

"What job?" you ask, trying to keep a moan out of your voice, trying not to let what she's doing distract you.

"There's a noble, a client of mine. He's fled to the Citadel to hide from the invaders, like so many of the other so-called men of this city. He's left his wife and children behind, but he offered me a place there." She laughs. "I turned him down. Months trapped at the mercy of that disgusting pervert would have been more than I could bare. But he's a regular, so I know the layout of his house, and I know where he keeps his valuables."

"So?" you ask, barely able to concentrate as her thumb strokes across your clit.

"So, I can... distract the guards, and tell you the layout. You sneak in, and take the bastard for all he's got. We split it half and half... and you get considerable value from my free services, both before and afterwards. I'll do things to you that nobles would beggar themselves for..."

You shiver at the prospect, wondering if you should agree or go your own way.