The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

Samuel nods. "Well, personally I prefer the less lethal approach, but I recognise that sometimes there's no choice available." He shrugs. "It's up to you, is what I'm trying to say."

"You can consider it done." Mirellia nods, "But, I will need to look the part. I don't suppose any of you has prepared the appropriate get up for a magician's apprentice?"
 
Trista chuckled for that.
"Well, our boss want to replace one stuff with another so it would be best if we don't leave any tracks." She grins.
"Best for our boss of course. If he really wanted in that way, he should inform us about that."
"True, but still..." He takes a swig. "It's be suspicious if we broke in without stealing anything, and just replaced that sphere thing." He shrugs. "Anyway, when do we go to Passiflora?"
 
"You can consider it done." Mirellia nods, "But, I will need to look the part. I don't suppose any of you has prepared the appropriate get up for a magician's apprentice?"
"Actually, the outfits are rather...revealing. My wife is a dancer, so she should be able to lend you something." Mirellia remembers the redheaded woman from before the fight in the marketplace, and the extremely skimpy outfit she wore that barely covered up her massive chest.
 
"Actually, the outfits are rather...revealing. My wife is a dancer, so she should be able to lend you something." Mirellia remembers the redheaded woman from before the fight in the marketplace, and the extremely skimpy outfit she wore that barely covered up her massive chest.

Hearing his reply, Mirellia's eyes widen as she recalls the red-head's outfit. "That... khh... very well. As long as it can help with the plan." She replied, mostly forcing herself to not sound too excited.
 
"True, but still..." He takes a swig. "It's be suspicious if we broke in without stealing anything, and just replaced that sphere thing." He shrugs. "Anyway, when do we go to Passiflora?"
Trista finished her tancred and smile.
"We can go right now, if you want to interupt siblings in their fun. I need to take something from my room." She said and go to her room, to leave part of her money in hidden place. If they get caught, it would be better if she won't lose all her money.
 
Hearing his reply, Mirellia's eyes widen as she recalls the red-head's outfit. "That... khh... very well. As long as it can help with the plan." She replied, mostly forcing herself to not sound too excited.
Samuel nods and leads her back to the brothel, and guides her to a room, where she sees the redhead.
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"I'm lending you an outfit, right?" She leads Mirellia to her bedroom and wardrobe, handing her an identical outfit.
 
Trista finished her tancred and smile.
"We can go right now, if you want to interupt siblings in their fun. I need to take something from my room." She said and go to her room, to leave part of her money in hidden place. If they get caught, it would be better if she won't lose all her money.
Heading upstairs, she notes with satisfaction that the dwarf innkeeper gave her her usual room, with a little cubby hole carved into the wall where she's been able to hide various things over the years. The money slides into place, and then the cover of the hole. Looking at it, The Witcher thinks that unless someone was specifically looking for a hiding place there, no one would be able to stumble on the money.
 
Samuel nods and leads her back to the brothel, and guides her to a room, where she sees the redhead.
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"I'm lending you an outfit, right?" She leads Mirellia to her bedroom and wardrobe, handing her an identical outfit.

Seeing the outfit once more, Mirellia stares at it in shock. "Don't you have one that covers a little more? Even just a sleeve is fine, or anything that helps me hide a small weapon."
 
She opens up her Chainmail and her Belt.

"I leave The Rest to You, Scum" She smiles and sits down on a wooden Chair in The Corner.
Tentatively, the bandit gets into his knees, moving up to her. Slowly, he slides his fingers up her legs, caressing them, before reaching to her waistband to pull down her pants. As her legs are uncovered, he begins to stroke her pussy through her panties, and not without skill. "Like that?"
 
Tentatively, the bandit gets into his knees, moving up to her. Slowly, he slides his fingers up her legs, caressing them, before reaching to her waistband to pull down her pants. As her legs are uncovered, he begins to stroke her pussy through her panties, and not without skill. "Like that?"
She bites her lips

"Yes like that. I think You will do just fine" she opens up her legs more.
 
Heading upstairs, she notes with satisfaction that the dwarf innkeeper gave her her usual room, with a little cubby hole carved into the wall where she's been able to hide various things over the years. The money slides into place, and then the cover of the hole. Looking at it, The Witcher thinks that unless someone was specifically looking for a hiding place there, no one would be able to stumble on the money.
Trista smile to hersellf and walk out, taking potions of cat. She want to knock on siblings doors but... In the last moment change her mind. She go down to Gustav and whisper in his ear.
"If you are realy sure about this, go to our room and suprise me." She said and return to room. Trista was curious how Gustav going to do this.
 
Seeing the outfit once more, Mirellia stares at it in shock. "Don't you have one that covers a little more? Even just a sleeve is fine, or anything that helps me hide a small weapon."
She frowns. "Not really, they're all mostly like that, for the sake of mobility. I suppose..." She pulls another outfit, one with a skirt over the hips, lengthy enough to hide a blade strapped to her thigh. "Is that enough?"
 
Trista smile to hersellf and walk out, taking potions of cat. She want to knock on siblings doors but... In the last moment change her mind. She go down to Gustav and whisper in his ear.
"If you are realy sure about this, go to our room and suprise me." She said and return to room. Trista was curious how Gustav going to do this.
She hears a knock on the door, followed by Gustav opening it and entering, quizzical expression on his face.
 
She hears a knock on the door, followed by Gustav opening it and entering, quizzical expression on his face.
Trista sigh, it look like it wasn't clear what she communicate to him.
"You know, dealing with Novigrad gangs is more dangerous than some monsters on the path. So I want to get some pleasure before that, just in cause if something go wrong." She said sitting on the bed. Or maybe he just messing with her, and in the end he don't want this?
 
She frowns. "Not really, they're all mostly like that, for the sake of mobility. I suppose..." She pulls another outfit, one with a skirt over the hips, lengthy enough to hide a blade strapped to her thigh. "Is that enough?"

"Yes, that should be fine. As long as I can keep a weapon within reach, I should be able to deal with the enchantress." Mirellia sighed, taking the outfit. "Right then... should I change here so we can head on over to my "interview?"
 
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