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you're never allowed in here again."
I blinked, "Why would anyone ever sniff at your britches?"
"Beats me. Someone's nicked more than few pair of them, though. My
favorite leather brassier, too, with the iron studs." She hmphed angrily.
Someone was stealing from Kimasxi too? I went back to Nenny’s room.
"Kimasxi said someone's been taking things from her room, too. Have you
seen anything odd?"
Nenny's eyes suddenly went wide. "Oh! That's right! You know, once I saw a
man sneaking out of Kimasxi's room while she was out talking to a patron... I
watched the front doors all that day, but he never, ever left! Isn't that odd? I
don't think he could have made it out a window, and so I never figured out
where he went. And then I totally forgot about it! Weird, huh?"
Annah flicked her tail and crossed her arms. "Now we do things my way."
~~~~~
"This doesn't seem right..." I grumbled as I pawed through the drawers.
Annah pulled the stopper from a bottle of perfume and sniffed. By the look
on her face she wasn't too impressed.
"This couldn't seem more right!" Morte countered as he watched me pull
out a nice, lacy green gown, "Hey I wonder how Annah'd look in this one..."
"Rattlin' yer bone-box isn't gonna get yeh results," Annah replied, "'Sides,
yeh could use a lesson or two in the cunnin' ways."
"Do you think Dak'kon would really follow through with this, chief? I mean,
sods that old either love young girls' undergarments or never give 'em a
second glance. And he doesn't seem the type to join in on a good
old-fashioned panty raid."
I grunted, rifling through the clothes. Who in the planes needed so many
clothes? I've only ever had a kilt and a belt made of bones. Toss in a stout
pair of boots and that was enough, "Trust me, he'll do whatever I ask of
him." And besides, the man had taken wounds and fought in battle for me.
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