Thread: Deterioration (Kayi)

Excellent. The archer's interest hadn't truly been expected. Not really expected due to the heat of the moment, she likely still angry and her friend uncomfortable, but nowadays it wasn't nearly a surprise either. Simply a pleasant turn of the coin. None of the men had the chance to say anything before the two women had bolted through and past them, leaving them in a hurried walk in their wake. What little they were able to converse while Katelyn and Jenifer were up ahead was simply getting on the same page, hushed tones of depraved men all looking upon these women, and these women's desperation, as an opportunity to enjoy themselves and nothing more. There were a few light laughs from the group as they watched the two girls a number of steps ahead of them, even a brief conversation as to who had the nicer ass. Jenifer won that, though mostly because her outfit was somewhat tight while the priestess' was more loose and flowing none had really gotten a good look at Kate's ass while she was nude, too busy enjoying the frontal view of her hairy bush and milkmaid tits. We're quite glad you've decided we can all be friends, ladies, the one thief chimed in, having increased his pace a bit to catch up with the two. Grinning, he slid his hands around each woman's waist, from behind, coming to stand between the two. Three of the other men were keeping a decent distance, enjoying the view of the girls' hips swaying with every step. The last of them, the archer, hung back a bit to kepe an eye out, making sure no one thought wise to follow the group. You see, we really are a nice bunch once you get to know us. And we're just gonna go somewhere where we don't gotta deal with no one botherin' us while we build that friendship, right? I got just the place. It ain't Beoulve Manor or anything but it ain't too shabby either. Thing is though, we're gonna hafta blindfold you on the way there. For everyone's protection, yours 'n ours both. That alright, ladies? He didn't wait for an answer however, removing his arm from around Jenifer once he was done talking to raise his hand in a quick gesture, signaling to his friends. The chemist jogged up to the three with a pair of cloth scraps in his hands. They were long, a dark blue, ratty scraps torn from the hem of his ratty jerkin. Handing one over, he came up behind Jenifer to tie the length over her eyes, wrapping it twice around, while the thief took the honor of blinding the priestess. As he did he leaned over, whispering against her ear, My apologies, pretty girl, if we were a bit... rude back there. Perhaps once we're someplace quieter we won't have to rush as much, and you'll have a better chance to see how fun we can really be... Smiling wickedly, once both girls were blindfolded he made sure to take each by a wrist, standing between them. He leaned to Jenifer next, whispering in her ear just as he had with Kate, It doesn't necessarily have to be an even split. Depending how much fun you ladies wanna have tonight, we might be willin' to part with the whole thing. How they responded was up to them. Were they smart, were they intelligent enough to seize such an opportunity for over six hundred gil in just a couple of hours if they played nice they'd end up in a better position than most these days. For now they both had time to think while the men led them down the streets of Dorter's slums, a left here, two rights there, keeping a brisk pace while at the same time making sure to take wrong turns. At one point they completely turned around just to throw off any sense of direction in case either woman was trying to keep track the worst thing a thief could do was let an outsider know where their hideout was. That it existed was no real surprise, but showing someone where to find the place you hung your hat was near suicidal in such a world. Three more rights, a left, then several more blocks until they turned inside an old store, a strong scent permeating the moment the filthy wood and glass door was opened. It was either good cheese or bad wine. Whatever it was, the intention was to keep people away from the quiet shop. Nary a word was spoken among the group aside after the first minute or so of the women being led, they generally quiet as they brought the girls through the streets and into the shop, to the shop's back room, to the store room in the cellar, down a flight of stairs, and finally to a hidden room behind a wall that a large, spiderweb-covered shelf had to be moved in order for the entrance to appear. Once everyone was inside the shelf was slid, albeit noisily, back into place, shutting the group of seven in what was the mens' hangout for when they needed to lay low. Woo... ha. Alright, alright, madams, we are here, one said with a playful grin. Two others came up to help the girls off with their blindfolds. The room was a decent size all things considered, though for the amount of people it was seemingly designed for it could get crowded pretty quick and with the seven of them, more or less was. Twelve feet by twelve, there were eight beds in total, four sets of wooden-framed bunk beds to save space, two against one wall and two more against another. Under each bed was stored several small barrels and aleskins. Diagonally across from the beds was a table set in a corner against two walls, playing cards, dice, and other ways to pass the time strewn upon the wood. The floor was of a poor quality wood, not completely even but not horrid by Dorter's standards of housing either. The only light was from several lit torches set in sconces along the walls. All in all the room was hot, the air stale, dirty as a whole, and if more than two or three people were standing at any given time it had a very crowded feel. The men had agreed to no names on the way here the blonde seemed pretty dense but they weren't sure yet about the redhead. So they simply addressed each other with gestures or looks. Help me pull out some beer, said one to another. A third took a seat on one of the lower cots, patting beside him as he looked to Katelyn with a warm, welcoming smile. Perhaps too warm. A fourth simply patted his lap as he took a seat on another cot, eyes on Jen. The fifth pushed dice and cards to the far end of the rickety wooden table so he could hop up, sitting on the edge, legs hanging over the side. It was the fifth, the second thief who sat on the table and who spoke up, smile as wide as a mile, So, either of you ladies a good dancer?