Kitana and Tifa made their way through the streets of Calimande. After asking directions from a local, they learned an inn near the harbour was home for a number of adventurers and armorers.
The Mermaid tavern was nestled in a side street, a stones throw from Calimande's busy docks. As the two warriors approached they could see a few sailors and would be heroes drinking at tables set out front of The Mermaid.
Kitana and Tifa entered the inn. Inside it was crowded and noisy. As they pushed their way to the bar, several of the patrons took the opportunity to grope or pinch Tifa's rounded ass. Though many were tempted to do the same with Kitana, one look at the scowl on the dark haired beauty's face and at her large sword made them think again.
"Hey Tifa, Kitana. Over here." A voice called out.
The two women having just purchased a mug of ale apiece, turned to locate the source of the hail. Sitting at a corner table was Temujin, a nomad horseman from the Steppes. They had travelled with Temujin and shared several adventures together the previous year. They made their way over to his table. Temujin pushed away the wench who had been sitting on his knee at gave her rump a hearty slap.
"On your way my pretty little trollop." Temujin laughed as he flipped a silver coin to the pouting whore.
"So what brings my two favourite sword swingers to Calimande?" Temujin asked.
Kitana sat down at the table opposite Temujin. Tifa, who had shared her bed with the carefree nomad perched herself on the knee just vacated by the harlot. Temujins laid his hand on Tifa's thigh and began to idly stroke her skin.
"We're looking for work." Kitana answered, pretending not to notice as Temujins fingers stroked higher and higher up Tifa's inner thigh until his hand disappeared from view beneath the hem of Tifa's leather skirt.
"As it happens, I have a job I'm planning that you and Tifa would be ideal for." Said Temujin.
Kitana glanced at Tifa. Her friend had her eyes closed and was gently gnawing her bottom lip. From beneath her skirt soft wet sounds marked the progress of Temujins inquisitive fingers. Kitana could feel a damp heat rising between her own thighs as she saw the brazen pleasure on her companions face. She forced her attention back to Temujin. The olive skinned nomads brown eyes sparkled and he had a mischievious grin. Kitana sighed.
"Tell me about this job." she said.
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