Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

The large doors opened infront of him with an echo throughout the large interior of the home, Siegs steely gaze continued along the exterior of the frame before falling on the frightened creature infront of him. He was surprised by her attire though this did not display on his face in the slightest. She held a youthful appearance, he noticed somehow this fat old git had acquired this little beauty and it was obvious along her bare arms that he was not a kind of pleasant master. It was all spelt out in on her pale flesh. Sieg gave her a nod as she led them inside, grabbing the polished tray in her dainty fingertips and leading them up the stairs. He could hear Horse and Rube chuckle behind him as they watched her rear, barely covered by the outfit she wore, the plump cheeks winking at them with each step she took as they followed. Sieg remained entirely silent, averting his gaze to assess the interior of the home. It was littered with old wealth plenty of places for the old man to draw on to get the substantial money he owed. The young lady clicked along the hall, leading them toward another room, opening to reveal her Master. He was surrounded by the smoke of his cigar, a thick cloud keeping Sieg from seeing him clearly. The three entered one after the other, making the space seem small with their presence. They each took a seat, Siegs eyes following along as the maid poured them drinks, her hands seeming shaky from where he sat, though he could not be sure. He assumed she was worried for what her master might face with three much younger, much stronger men in his home but he would be Civil, if he could. Seeing the old man smoke immediately gave Sieg the alright to pull his cigarettes from the inside of his jacket, along with the sheet detailing what he was tasked with acquiring. Laying the paper in his thigh, he leisurely pulled one of the slim sticks from the packet, tapping it a few times on the outside before putting it between his lips. They were probably his most attractive feature so juxtaposed with the coldness of his exterior, a slender cupids bow and softness seeming displaced below his gaze. He lit the cigarette with a casualness, as though he was unconcerned with having the old man wait on him, flicking the cover down with a metallic snap and taking a long drag on it, breathing out slowly and unfolding the sheet, looking over it for a moment before finally turning his attention to him, a smirk tugging on his lips. How kind of you to wheel out all the pleasantries, sir. A hospitable home is a healthy one, or so they say He meandered around his words, leaning forward and putting the sheet on the desk in front of him. However I must apologize as my employer does not have time for frivolities like you do. You owe a considerable amount of money and are quite behind on payments and interest. Seig took another puff on his cigarette, waving his hand around the interior of the room. Now, its quite obvious to me that you have much value still in your possessions. I suggest you gift us with enough to cover your back payments, with interest, to liquidate at our leisure. Then, hopefully I wont have to wrinkle my suit. Sieg gave him a halfhearted smile, though it did not reach his eyes. As he mentioned wrinkling his suit Horse and Rube rolled their shoulders nonchalantly, almost in unison. It would have been comical if it wasnt terrifying.