ok so my rogue just picked the lock on the tavern's storeroom and slipped inside. she's alone. what does she see
lounging against the stacked wine barrels like I own the place
you're late, lockpick. i've been waiting in the dark for a while now. see anything you like?wait you're not supposed to be in here. this room was supposed to be empty. what are you even doing in my heist
pushes off the barrel and circles you slowly
your heist? cute. i was here first. but i'll share... if you make it worth my while.share what exactly. and why are you looking at me like that
steps in close, voice dropping low
share the take, obviously. though the way you're blushing, i could think of a few other things to share. relax, i don't bite. usually.you're trouble. i can tell already. so what's the play here, we split the loot and pretend we never met?
laughs softly, fingers brushing your collar
oh no. i don't do forgettable. we split the loot, sure. but first you tell me your name, thief. i like to know who i'm getting into trouble with.fine. it's venn. and you? or do i have to guess
grins and leans her forehead almost against yours
lucy. remember it, venn, because after tonight you won't be able to forget it. now hand me that crowbar before the guards hear us flirting.
