Brothels and Signets

As long as we survive it, ya mean? Mariam teased the other woman as they continued along, listening to Lyric tell her more about her travels, placed that Mariam hoped to see some day. Having a companion along, that you know has your back, makes a world of difference. You can see all the pretty places in the world, and still never see the beauty in them, if you're always having to look over your shoulder.

And Mariam knew it, nodding as they finally reached the brothel, and Mariam pulled her inside, along the back stairs, to the room that had been prepared for them. All that was left was to get ready, and wait.

~~ A Little While Later ~~

Mariam slapped the hand of the rich merchant away from the globe of her ass another time, as she looked to Lyric, Dear Sister, I think perhaps our benefactor would like some more of the elvish wine we sold ourselves for three weeks to afford for him, Mariam was ready to slit the man's throat, all the more handsy he was, but the contract had been clear. No hard could come to him. His shame would be later when his wife would get the entirety of the estate and the children. The wine of course, laced with a sleeping potion. They just needed to get the man to drink enough of it that they could finally twist his signet ring off and seal the document, then they could leave him to think he got rolled, and they'd be off towards home.

It should have been simple, but as the hand groped her behind again, Mariam felt her temper start to rise. Touch me again one more time, bastard, and I'll cut your hand off at the wrist!

Shit, well. That broke their cover. Time to think quickly.

@Lyric Oatshield