Trista wrap arms across her cheast, thinking about offert.
"Freeze?" The farmer leads Ard and his lover to a small cart, signalling for them to follow after slumping some sacks down into it. "If the water were to freeze, sure, the thing'd probably come out. How would we do that, though? It's not cold enough."
"Exactly. Make sure they get to their destination and obtain the object, and you'll be handsomely rewarded." He smiles, looking at both Trista and Varrin. "Deal?"
"Still pretending?" He chuckles. "No need to hide what you are, love. We both know that you want nothing more than this. Still, if you're going to be disobedient, I have to punish you." He walks to his desk.
"Very well. You'll find the item you're looking for in Novigrad, in the casino of Sigi Reuven. I'll warn you that you're not the only one hunting for the object." He smiles mirthlessly.
Menge grips her hair. "Now, now, don't pass out on me." Returning to her senses, Mirellia feels the fat head of his cock pressing against her lips and into her mouth, salty taste filling her senses, before he gives her clamps a good tug.
"Fair." He nods. "You're robbing Sigi Reuven, a Novigrad crime lord. The pay will be 5000 crowns, or the equivalent in florens, with 1000 in advance."
The witch hunter lets out a moan as his captive sucks his sick, chortling and putting a hand on her head to force her a little deeper. "Look at the haughty little noble now. You might have a title, but you're a bigger slut than the filthiest street whore."
Trista gasp as she hear who they are going to robbery. Sigi Reuven is one of the most dangerous men in the Novigrad or ewen in the whole north. He isn't someone who is stupid or overconfident, he is really good in what he doing. But on other hand, reward...
"You're well informed." The mage chuckles. "You're right, though, a frontal assault is out of the question, so you'll be going in through the sewers. I don't think there'll be anything but common monsters down there, but there are many of them. They thrive beneath Novigrad, on the corpses and trash dumped by the city above."
"I'll-" she lets out a shrill moan, "I'll give you t-the information you want..." He feels her approaching orgasm. "Afterwards, you'll let me go, and I'll get you w-work with the inquisition... W-We'd pay well for s-someone so s-skilled..."
With Mirellia licking and moaning on his dick, it doesn't take much to set Menge off, the sadist erupting in her mouth.
The mage fishes in his pack, tossing the Witcher a purse filled with coins. Counting them, she sees that there's a thousand crowns as promised. "You'll get the rest on completion. Don't worry, I'll be able to find you when you're done, and I'll have a ship ready."
