Chapter 2
Author's note: Every Character depicted in this story is over the age of 18.
"Althakar of Geil? May I offer you a drink?"
The rugged rogue looked up, taken aback. He had been sitting in a corner of the bar for at least an hour, brooding and scribbling notes in his traveling journal. His glass had long been empty. He looked up at the tall, gorgeous trans woman standing over him, her lavish blue curly hair tickling his face. Her tan skin was smooth as silk, and her skin-tight black dress did little to conceal her large juicy tits and ass. He could also make out the shape of her thick lady cock. She obviously wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"I...think you have the wrong person here..."
She laughed, and sat down at his table, delicately crossing her legs, and bending forward, revealing even more of her amazing cleavage. She beckoned one of the gorgeous naked waitresses over, and ordered a round of drinks.
"Please...I know what the baron's been up to, and you're the only one in here wearing a cloak, not indulging in depraved debauchery..."
He looked around at the crowd. The ground floor tavern had currently devolved into a giant messy orgy. Only then did he realize how much he stuck out. His two companions were still upstairs, fucking each others brains out. Basrov had incredible stamina, and Zulli was absolutely insatiable, so they would be at it for hours.
He frowned. Did everyone already know they were here? He looked at her inquisitively, trying not to stare too intensely at her godly curves.
"What can I do for you? And...how do you know my name?"
The sultry bard, still sweaty from her recent performance, pouted her thick moist lips at him playfully.
"Well...for starters, I would like to welcome you properly. My name is Galephonia Vix. And as Mistress of Havenstar's Thieves Guild, I always want to know who's visiting my turf."
Althakar almost choked on his own saliva. In Falerath's Underworld, Galephonia Vix was a legend. One of the most powerful and influential leaders, and had been so for decades. Of course she knew who he was.
As the busty waitress refilled his empty glass, he raised it nervously.
"Thank you...and...apologies, My Lady. My partners and myself were just here to complete a job. We should be on our way soon."
Galephonia feigned disappointment.
"Such a shame...I've heard so much about you and your crew...the only ones who were able to infiltrate the Jade Tower all these years ago and get out alive. And now, I hear Lord Salgia of Garville has placed a hefty bounty on whoever stole that necklace from his so-called impregnable vault..."
Althakar's hand was already discreetly reaching for the dagger in his pocket. Galephonia laughed, and signaled her agents, hidden throughout the tavern, to lower their weapons. She truly had the means to end him right here and now, and was making it crystal clear to him.
"No need for a fight, Althakar. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't even have made it past the docks. As a matter of fact, I was hoping to partner up for a job..."
