When the innkeeper had left, closing the door behind him, Falda let the soldier's cloak fall from her shoulders as she assessed her appearance in the mirror.
Babette had done an impressive job with the concoction that turned her naturally brown hair into a mane of fiery red. She didn't even look like herself, which is what they had been going for. Falda rather liked it.
She gently touched her split lip and winced. Her cuts and bruises had been won honestly by walking into a bandit camp close to Meridia's Shrine. She hadn't put up much of a fight at first so the blood would be fresh enough to sell her story, but as it became probable that they would rape her, she had produced her ebony daggers and shredded them to ribbons.
As she peeled off what remained of her dress, Falda's thoughts turned to the young Penitus Oculatus agent.
She almost felt bad for the man. He was only following orders, scoping out the cities in Skyrim to keep the Emperor safe from any breaches in security. Still, Astrid had given her a contract, and she intended to complete it, bonus and all.
That didn't mean she couldn't have some fun while she was at it. Her mark was ruggedly handsome, with a voice that made her insides curl deliciously, and the thought of bringing him to the height of pleasure before she sent him to Sithis made her giddy.
She had hoped for more of a challenge, though. He was weak like most honorable men, so rigid they were bound to snap. Shed a few tears, call them your hero - done. They were so easy, it almost wasn't any fun. Almost.
Falda combined ice and fire spells into a bowl to make water so she wouldn't need anyone to fetch it for her. She dipped her hair into the bowl and wrung it out before washing the blood thoroughly from her skin. Afterward she rifled through the room's drawers and turned up a simple blue dress similar to the one the bandits had ruined, as well as a pair of soft leather shoes and a handful of gold.
She snuck into the hallway to retrieve the steel dagger she had hidden beneath a floorboard on her way to Dragon Bridge. Her ebony blades, along with her other belongings, were tucked safely in a mountain crevice near the bandit's camp. She would have to wait to get them after her contract was done.
She hid the steel dagger under the bed, twisted her hair into a loose braid, and headed back downstairs.
The Soldier and the Magpie 3/?
Babette had done an impressive job with the concoction that turned her naturally brown hair into a mane of fiery red. She didn't even look like herself, which is what they had been going for. Falda rather liked it.
She gently touched her split lip and winced. Her cuts and bruises had been won honestly by walking into a bandit camp close to Meridia's Shrine. She hadn't put up much of a fight at first so the blood would be fresh enough to sell her story, but as it became probable that they would rape her, she had produced her ebony daggers and shredded them to ribbons.
As she peeled off what remained of her dress, Falda's thoughts turned to the young Penitus Oculatus agent.
She almost felt bad for the man. He was only following orders, scoping out the cities in Skyrim to keep the Emperor safe from any breaches in security. Still, Astrid had given her a contract, and she intended to complete it, bonus and all.
That didn't mean she couldn't have some fun while she was at it. Her mark was ruggedly handsome, with a voice that made her insides curl deliciously, and the thought of bringing him to the height of pleasure before she sent him to Sithis made her giddy.
She had hoped for more of a challenge, though. He was weak like most honorable men, so rigid they were bound to snap. Shed a few tears, call them your hero - done. They were so easy, it almost wasn't any fun. Almost.
Falda combined ice and fire spells into a bowl to make water so she wouldn't need anyone to fetch it for her. She dipped her hair into the bowl and wrung it out before washing the blood thoroughly from her skin. Afterward she rifled through the room's drawers and turned up a simple blue dress similar to the one the bandits had ruined, as well as a pair of soft leather shoes and a handful of gold.
She snuck into the hallway to retrieve the steel dagger she had hidden beneath a floorboard on her way to Dragon Bridge. Her ebony blades, along with her other belongings, were tucked safely in a mountain crevice near the bandit's camp. She would have to wait to get them after her contract was done.
She hid the steel dagger under the bed, twisted her hair into a loose braid, and headed back downstairs.