Crimson hair whipped around her face as the agile 'former' theif expertly dodged her opponent's swordplay and made various bites and nicks with her blade into his skin.
"You think that little kitchen knife will hurt men," the burly man taunted Isabel as his sword crashed into the floor where she once stood. "You will not be getting my things tonight, whore!"
Isabel smirked as the oaf's moments gradually became more and more sluggish - they never realized her blade was poisoned until they fell to their knees, too weak to stand. She holstered her dagger as the large man fell to the floor, the poison quickly suffocating his consciousness.
It wasn't a lethal dose this time, just something to keep any malcontents down.
"Piece of cake," Isabel laughed as she cracked the safe, shifting aside the various business documents and laying hand upon a very special ring - a magic ring that would ensure that she could never be poisoned.
"Damn you," the man spat as she walked past, setting the ring on her finger. "Whore!"
The theif smirked and winked, "Maybe I am - when its useful. Men like you are always so distracted by how revealling my clothes are to notice my hand on their coin pouch and dagger at their balls before its too late. Thanks for the ring, honey - I'll be sure to write!"
Isabel laughed as he cursed her, even as she closed the bedroom door. She does, in fact, dress to distract - a thin strip of leather wrapped tight around her firm breasts, showing off most of the smooth skin and just a hint of her pink areolas, and a just a pair of skin-tight leather pants completed her distraction outfit.
Ring on hand and confidence in place, Isabel stepped out of the bandit-leader's house and calmly walked through the camp - everyone knew her to be their boss' new slut so no one bother her as she left the edge of the camp behind.
What kind of trouble does out devious thief get herself up to? |