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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 21:47:05 GMT
She found a group of homeless people and paid one of the women to give her a raggedy old dress she had been using as a blanket. The dress was grimy and stank of unwashed flesh. She gave the homeless women a coin to let her slip further down the alley then stuffed the faded silk dress into her satchel and pulled the ragged dress on, grimacing. Then she dirtied her face and hands, then messed up her wig, working dirt into the strands.
Finally ready, she headed into the tavern, moving furtively. Once inside she looked for the three men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 21:58:00 GMT
The place is a madhouse and she sees the door they’d gone through is still closed. They may still be meeting in there. The watcher of the door is busy serving other patrons.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 22:13:28 GMT
She pulled the bodice of the dress down to expose more of her cleavage, as if she were a harlot desperate for some coin, or perhaps a bottle of gin. She sashayed across the room towards the door, listening, and sat in the nearest available seat close by.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 22:20:07 GMT
She gets plenty of offers as she heads to a seat and sits down. A man thrusts a mug of ale into her hand and sits across from her, so drunk he doesn’t even lift his hand from the warm soft oak that makes the tabletop. He’s snoring by the count of five.
The door opened up and two of the men walk out of it, holding mugs of beer, and then tell the third man they’ll see him later and they exit the tavern.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 22:22:16 GMT
She watched to see what the third man did, whilst sipping at her ale. If the third man noticed her, she would smile at him and bat her eyelashes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 22:27:24 GMT
It takes a few minutes but the man did notice her. When she batted her eyelashes he shrugged and waved her into the room.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 22:36:41 GMT
She took another sip of ale, rose gracefully to her feet and sashayed into the room. She pushed her breasts forward and smiled at the man in a sultry manner.
"'Ello, sir. Fancy a good time? They say I can ride a pole with the best of 'em."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 23:09:56 GMT
The man shrugged. “Close the door,” he said. The room they’re in has a table and some chairs and a staircase leading down to Johanna’s left. She smells something downstairs like incense. “What you charge sweetie?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 23:25:42 GMT
She licked her lips, slowly, and closed the door. "Five silvers, for a bed. A girl's got to eat, after all."
She wrinkled her nose. "That's some lovely perfume, I can smell. Ah, what wouldn't I give for perfume." She glanced toward the door. "I don't suppose you've got a bed down there?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 0:09:43 GMT
The man glanced over for a second. "You want to go downstairs?" he asked. "Don't hear that much." He pulled out a purse and counted eight coins out. "We look good enough for a few more," he said. "That ain't exactly perfume, I'm afraid. What's yer name?"
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 9:39:56 GMT
"A girl gets tired, doin' it up against the wall all day long," she said. "It'll be better, with a bed, I swear." She slipped the coins into her bag and gave him a saucy grin. "My culls call me the Duchess of Quim."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 9:45:41 GMT
The man grunted. "That's quite the title to live up to," he admitted. "All right then head on down. I'll be right behind. Just gotta finish this letter real quick. I don't read as fast as I'd like." He gestured down the stairs for her to go on down.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 10:14:38 GMT
She let her hips sway seductively as she headed downstairs. At the top of the stairs she turned her head to blow him a kiss. "Don't be long, dear." Then she headed down.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 19:43:38 GMT
She went downstairs into the basement. There's a small office down there with a bed in the corner. Johanna sees a small cheap chest at the foot of the bed and there's a table with three chairs. A locked door is to her right. Otherwise she'd be sort of straining to see anything suspicious. The smell of incense is definitely stronger but it must be through that other door.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 20:52:19 GMT
She briefly looked over the room then went straight to the locked door. She took out the Lockbane lockpicks and immediately attempted to open the door.
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