Thread: Stealing the precious treasure (me x Saber Arturia)

Where one found nobles, one would always find corruption. Whether it be backhanded deals, corrupt guards, thieves guilds, or even just regular burglars, such things always followed the wealthy whether or not they were directly involved. Elisandre or Elise as she preferred to call herself however, she was a little different. Not affiliated with the various guilds who lived in the city, not working alongside corrupted guards and certainly working for no one other than herself, she enjoyed something of a privileged life for thieves. A demon blooded woman, the blood was just strong enough that she could hide her features with some minor magic if she needed to, as was the case this evening. The vaunted wealth and prestige of the Winclair family was well known to those who sought fortune in stolen lucre and pilfered goods, so for the demonic thief, their lavish wealth that they enjoyed showing off was like dangling honeyed meat infront of her, the sweet taste of it palpable to her tongue! But she had to wait, she could not rush into this! Oh no, she needed time. It was easy enough to disguise herself as one of many people who moved through the nobles quarters, and day in and day out, she watched the patrols of the Winclair guards, where they were weak, what rooms seemed safe to break into and which did not, where it seemed her prized targets might lie in wait, and where she would need to be patient at. But after a week and a half of waiting, she could no longer bide her time. Part of it was the thrill of the hunt, the promise of danger. Demons relished strong emotions, and while she was more human than not, the thought of such tantalizing goods only made it harder for her to not act on instinct, so that night, she decided to play her cards and find her way inside. With somewhat darker skin and long flowing hair, she was unmistakably agile and nimble as she sought her way into the estate, eluding the guards as she shadowed their patrols, moving from the courtyard and onto the second floors. If any saw what little she was dressed in, which consisted of a purple and black corset style leotard of leather, clinging tautly to her curvy frame, a plunging neckline making her full and plush breasts utterly obvious to those who looked. With opera-style open fingered gloves, and thigh high boots that ended in heels, covering her long, trim legs but leaving her amply thick thighs and hips visible to all, flashy was certainly one way to call her. Her horns were normally hidden by magic like they were now, leaving her silvery hair to follow her in a long trail. In the dead of night, she knew where one of her prizes lay, quite literally. She had spied where Alice resided, her room sequestered enough from both the rest of the family and even the guards that it would be oh so simple to sneak in. Climbing the wall with deft agility, her lithe hands soon moved for the window, prying it open softly, softly... And beginning to squeeze her ample chest and frame in as soon as it was open enough, sliding within softly enough that she couldnt be heard. Briefly adjusting her somewhat mis-construed top to properly fix it back in place she gave a soft sigh, a hint of an orange, fiery glow about her as she sauntered toward the bed that Alice laid in, her heels clicking softly, but confidently against the floor.