>>5174506“Kamunu?” the human behind the brothel’s front desk says, referring to you by one of your many pseudonyms. “Hey, that is you! What’s with the, um, new cloak, hun? What happened to that nice blue on of yours?”
“It’ss at the cleaner’ss,” you lie.
Your enchanted blue cloak is in fact being watched over by your sometime-patsy/sometimes-lover Zi the Goblin, in the aforementioned shanty-town where she lives. You can’t risk wearing it openly around town, since just earlier today, you wore the rather distinctive garment during a violent altercation with two of the city’s elite Paladin knights. You’d hoped to be able to retrieve it soon, but considering the prevalence of guards, and even a Paladin on (shudder to think!) GRYPHON-back who you skillfully evaded by means of shapeshifting and subterfuge on your way back from Goblintown, you sincerely doubt you’ll be donning it openly anytime in the near future. A shame, that—you actually quite liked that cloak, custom-fabricated as it was by your bullyable human pawn/friend/personal tailor Agatha Johan.
“Well, we HAVE to get you a nicer back-up one, hun!” Felia teases lightly. “We can’t have The Desert Princess wearing anything less than the best, can we?”
You smile a little at that. You have to admit: fashion is one of the things you’ve come to enjoy about your infiltration mission in the human Metropolis of Hawksong.
“Oh! And by the way, Mina said to tell you that you were right!” Felia says, with great enthusiasm, speaking of her employer, the brothel’s feline proprietress. “A couple of GORGEOUS girls came over from that rival lounge, Goldenrod, to apply for jobs! A tall blonde and a couple others, also VERY pretty.”
Your smile expands into a smirk at that. It’s always nice to see your schemes and machinations bear fruit, even if it’s in the form of sabotaging a rival pleasure-parlour to bolster the economic position of your cover-identity’s workplace.
“I had ssome more sssucccesss in that regard, actually,” you say.
“Oh?”
