Part 1: The Pact

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^^ Isaac Tomoi ^^

— Isaac —

Like many of my precious few nights off, tonight I found myself in yet another house of ill repute, surrounded by scantily clad men and women in a variety of slutty variations of traditional uniforms, from maids to police to the occasional firefighter or cowboy. The smell of alcohol bit at my enhanced senses like a dog at my ankles, diluting much else in the room, but it wasn't enough to block the smell of arousal and hormones coming off of everyone in waves, to my irritation. The ones who'd brought me here were friends of my family and it's businesses, -people I'd prefer not to offend needlessly,- and thus I was stuck seated in a leather chair that was suspiciously sticky, surrounded by four men at least twice my age who wanted my very soul for their employers, and the room was suffused the smell of sex, lust, alcohol, and... irritation?

To my left, one of the men had grabbed a handful of a waitress's bottom, this one wearing a latex bunny suit and fishnet tights that hugged her generous curves so tightly that she had to wear a tiny 'skirt/belt' in order to leave to the imagination what was between her buxom thighs. One of the men I was with reacted to his colleague grabbing her, to my surprise, but before he could speak in his defense, she responded in a way that was not like I expected in the slightest; lightning-quick, she snatched his hand off of her bottom, (which he'd barely managed to grab hold of even a quarter of, due in some small part to his small hands and mostly due to her curves,) then bent over slowly, her deep bunnysuit-wrapped cleavage bouncing from the movement, smiling directly into his drunken expression without an ounce of fear. "Ah-Ah-Ah, dear customer; Touching is Extra."

This seemed to get through some portion of the man's drunken brain, as he immediately fumbled for his wallet and held out a couple wrinkled hundred dollar bills, making her eyes light up briefly and stealthily in well-concealed greed. "Oh! Well in that case, dear customer..." she tucked the money slowly into her cleavage, smiling seductively at him, then pulled him out of his seat with a sultry giggle before leading him off into a side room; everything about her demeanor told him she was pleased by his attentions, from her delighted giggles to her breathy and playful moans when he grabbed at her while they walked. Everything but the way she smelled; Determination and Adrenaline were dominant in her emotions, not lust or even amusement.

"Who was that?" I murmured my question, but the old man across from me, the one who'd flinched when she'd been grabbed, heard me clearly. As a cousin of mine, we had similar skills, though not exactly the same, so his ears and my nose were similarly sharp.

"That'd be Candy, Sir. Lovely girl, bright as neon."

"And just as false, it would seem..."

He scoffed softly, shaking his head at my naivety, perhaps. "Isn't that her job? Make the Drunken Idiots happy so they give up their wallets?"

"True..." I watched curiously as she exited the side room once more, reapplying her lipstick with one hand and casually tucking a thick fold of money into her cleavage, where it seemed to disappear entirely. Within moments, she'd found another drunken victim, actively moving herself into his orbit to interrupt him from groping a different waitress. A similar exchange followed, and a different side room became their destination, breaking my line of sight and making me blink in confusion; I didn't often care about the opposite sex, but she was... intriguing. "Still, she's impressively industrious... most of the girls here are avoiding the people grabbing at them; she's actively profiting off of it... clever girl."

Another of the men next to me on the semicircular couch seized the opening of the conversation to get what he'd been after the whole time, tossing his boss's hat in the ring. "Speaking of clever girls, Sir Tomoi, have I introduced you to my protege, Lady Sarah of the Harold Clan? She's a third child, of course, but incredibly gifted with a bow, she'd make a wonderful Awakened Ranger,-"

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