Waking in her chilly room, her tiny form bundled tightly in a thick quilt, she lay a moment, taking in her surroundings and remembering where she was .....ahhhhh yes ....
A new town ...a new opportunity and a likely mark ...or so it had seemed at the moment. There was a Masque going on that evening, and she planned to attend, these things were always good for her kind.
She'd entered the Masque all done up in uncharacteristically feminine attire, a form fitting gown of the finest spider silk that exposed more skin than it covered, fortunately, she had marvelous skin. Auburn hair hanging loose around her shoulders and face, she'd scanned the group with flashing silver eyes. One couple in particular moved upon the dance floor quite taken with one another, or so it appeared, she with a dreamy look in her eyes and he singing away like a young man wooing his first piece of ass. Perfect, she'd thought to herself, they won't take much notice of me.
Her path through the dancers was smooth and uncomplicated, and she bumped into the man precisely as she had intended, her hand sliding into his pocket as their bodies collided, she was swift, and deft, having been trained since she was taken in at 4 years of age. She'd not been caught since she was 10, being caught while training meant sore hands and often a welted back, Medea was rarely, if ever, caught. The woman made 5 seconds into hours, how Medea wasn't sure, some new magick perhaps ...but no matter her stealth the woman seemed to see everything in the room at once, most annoying.
The man, Devlin as she later found out, made not a bit of a fuss, he hadn't noticed her quick movements, or perhaps he'd enjoyed the press of her small curvaceous form against his own, hard to say with men. She continued on, settling herself on a couch at the side of the room, watching the crowd. The woman kept casting her nasty glances, it was more than apparent she didn't like her companion being touched by anyone but herself, easy enough to understand. Medea didn't mind, she had no designs on the mans body or bed, merely his pockets. About that time, the woman took it upon herself to speak to Medea via mindspeak, such a terrible faux paux, Medea had grown up believing ones mind is ones own, and you don't access it without an invitation. She took the womens invasion seriously, and lashed back at her, mentally slapping her soundly for the intrusion. Medea wasn't inexperienced in self defense.
Then things really went to hell, another man, Brian by name, came charging in, and straight to the womans side. The woman proceeded to make a scene, while this Devlin character attempted to defend himself. Oh well, he seemed to be in need, and this all looked too fascinating to pass up, so she listened and soon stepped in. She claimed Devlin was her brother, and chastised him for his womanising ways. Womaniser? Who the hell knew, certainly not she, she'd never laid eyes on him before, but it was easier to agree, and perhaps extricate him that way, than to argue that the woman brought it on herself.
Ahhhh but that Brian, he was a handsome one and Medea flirted openly, what the hell, she was in a new place, alone, with a cold and solitary bed, and he seemed ...friendly.
A new town ...a new opportunity and a likely mark ...or so it had seemed at the moment. There was a Masque going on that evening, and she planned to attend, these things were always good for her kind.
She'd entered the Masque all done up in uncharacteristically feminine attire, a form fitting gown of the finest spider silk that exposed more skin than it covered, fortunately, she had marvelous skin. Auburn hair hanging loose around her shoulders and face, she'd scanned the group with flashing silver eyes. One couple in particular moved upon the dance floor quite taken with one another, or so it appeared, she with a dreamy look in her eyes and he singing away like a young man wooing his first piece of ass. Perfect, she'd thought to herself, they won't take much notice of me.
Her path through the dancers was smooth and uncomplicated, and she bumped into the man precisely as she had intended, her hand sliding into his pocket as their bodies collided, she was swift, and deft, having been trained since she was taken in at 4 years of age. She'd not been caught since she was 10, being caught while training meant sore hands and often a welted back, Medea was rarely, if ever, caught. The woman made 5 seconds into hours, how Medea wasn't sure, some new magick perhaps ...but no matter her stealth the woman seemed to see everything in the room at once, most annoying.
The man, Devlin as she later found out, made not a bit of a fuss, he hadn't noticed her quick movements, or perhaps he'd enjoyed the press of her small curvaceous form against his own, hard to say with men. She continued on, settling herself on a couch at the side of the room, watching the crowd. The woman kept casting her nasty glances, it was more than apparent she didn't like her companion being touched by anyone but herself, easy enough to understand. Medea didn't mind, she had no designs on the mans body or bed, merely his pockets. About that time, the woman took it upon herself to speak to Medea via mindspeak, such a terrible faux paux, Medea had grown up believing ones mind is ones own, and you don't access it without an invitation. She took the womens invasion seriously, and lashed back at her, mentally slapping her soundly for the intrusion. Medea wasn't inexperienced in self defense.
Then things really went to hell, another man, Brian by name, came charging in, and straight to the womans side. The woman proceeded to make a scene, while this Devlin character attempted to defend himself. Oh well, he seemed to be in need, and this all looked too fascinating to pass up, so she listened and soon stepped in. She claimed Devlin was her brother, and chastised him for his womanising ways. Womaniser? Who the hell knew, certainly not she, she'd never laid eyes on him before, but it was easier to agree, and perhaps extricate him that way, than to argue that the woman brought it on herself.
Ahhhh but that Brian, he was a handsome one and Medea flirted openly, what the hell, she was in a new place, alone, with a cold and solitary bed, and he seemed ...friendly.