As the thief stalked through shadow, she held herself flat against the wall. There she would remain unnoticed, hidden from the mansion's defenses.
If all went well tonight, she would be able to get a good haul. One that would get her through the next few months without rent trouble.
Past Corinthian columns and gorgeous paintings, her path was winding around the hallways. Her excursion was more difficult than she'd expected. There was a lot of wealth, but most of it was too bulky or too illiquid for her tastes. Her snormal fence wouldn't want one of these body-long paintings, nor would they want the title designating Lord Something-something was the owner of three parcels of land.
Heading down a wing she hadn't explored yet, she soon came across something different.
Unlike the rest of the mansion, which was as dark as midnight, this wing was a bit lit up. Candles dotted the hallway, marking the doors they were next to as she walked.
Soon, she began to hear noise. Following the sound, she found a door that was creaked slightly open.
Taking cover behind the shadow of the door, she found a good target. A bedroom that was filled with rich and detailed works. On one table sat a statuette studded with gemstones. Through the glass of a cabinet, she spied a silver glass inlaid with golden filigree. This work definitely had the sort of items she was looking for.
However, she had two problems. First, the room was lit up brighter than the noon sun. Second, there were three people in there.
Right in the center of the room, they were all sitting on the bed. Sprawled out next to a wine bottle, one was a blonde geared in only one thin thong; which allowed her to see an athletic physique and an ass both made out of carved muscle and thick enough to hide the thong as it slipped between her ass cheeks. Since she was laying down on her belly, the thief couldn't tell much about her tits.
Only that they were massive, judging by how much they were squished as the woman laid down. She wondered how they would feel if she grabbed them, opening and closing her hand for practice in case she got the chance to grope.
The second was another lady, a cute brunette with cute cheeks. She preserved her modesty with her knee length nightgown, which accentuated the curves of her thigs and her hips. As she twirled her wine glass with a wry smile, the thief noticed that while she wasn't as blessed with big breasts as her friend, there was still some pleasant perky tits that pushed against her nightgown.
The thief wondered which she would want to pinch more. Would it be the cheeks or those tits?
That only left the young lord sitting between the two. She recognized his status by the fine material of his pants and the golden necklace which held an emerald at its center. A necklace which rested on top of a muscular chest, between long dark hairs that curled at the ends.
It also helped the ladies called him a lord.
"My lord," purred the blonde, "which of us do you think looks the best?"
He put on a brief mask, pretending to consider the question. "I don't know Rachel," turning to the brunette, he added, "we'd have to see Malina take off this nightgown."
