Freya tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear as she watched a petite blonde thief lean over an attractive older man and deal a threat that made the assassin giggle.

A large man grabbed her shoulder as she covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, she turned to face him with a raised brow. A thick accent cut her words short as the older man pulled the strange hand from her shoulder. "Dirge, you can't just go grabbin' people. Ya never know who you might piss off."

Freya chuckled and nodded as the large man rolled his eyes. "Can you blame him? I mean, look how terrifying I look." She smiled as Delvin laughed and extended his hand to an empty seat at his table.

"Was wonderin' when someone would show up. Heard what happened in Falkreath, thought the worst." Auburn hair fell over her cheek as she looked down and nodded. Delvin felt a frown pull at his lips as he called for another tankard and found himself staring as he waited. She thanked him with a smile as he slid it across the table and sat back in his chair with a sigh. "So what can I help ya with, love?"

Any trace of her sadness melted away as they discussed plans and found themselves falling into tankards. Thieves paused to ogle the assassin, only to scurry when she looked up with a raised brow.
"Odd bunch you got down here, Delvin." She chuckled as a fiery haired man looked her over before turning back to the bar.

"Not often we get such beauty down here, I'm afraid."

"She's cute. Sounds like a bitch, but she's cute." Vex glanced up as Freya gestured towards her.

"Ah, correct on both accounts. Fraid' she couldn't handle me though. "

"Fuck off, Delvin. One of these nights I'm going to jam my dagger up your..."

"Wow, she is a bitch isn't she?" The blonde thief growled as Freya rolled her eyes and let Delvin refill her tankard. "Sweetheart, I've ripped a beating heart out for less. Now shush while the grown ups talk, yea?"

The room fell silent as Freya's brow furrowed and she looked around before leaning in. "Think I'm a little of out my element here." She whispered as Delvin bellowed a laugh and rubbed the stubble on his chin.

Hours passed as she prodded him for information on his connection with the Dark Brotherhood, her eyes lit up in fascination and intrigue as he moved closer to talk without prying ears. The Flagon began to die down as the night moved on, a man swept while the blonde thief griped in a corner with another thief. "Why'd she turn you down?" She asked as she sipped from her tankard and ran her eyes down the older thief's body.

"Playin' a game, I spose' or maybe I've just lost my looks."

"No, you still have those, I assure you."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were gettin' fresh." He winked playfully as she grinned. He brow rose as she slid a hand to his thigh and leaned closer.
"Now what would you say?" She whispered as her fingers grazed over the leather separating her from the hardening organ underneath.
He looked over his shoulder as she slid into his lap and let an arm fall over his shoulder as she traced a trail down his armored chest.

"I'd say we go someplace a little more private."