#spoicy lil pirate

[reagan-the-saunders]

Just Doin’ What I Do Best:

TW: Suggestive.

“Ugh, I honestly wish we could’ve kept that claw. Instead, all we get is a little pouch of coins and a ‘come back whenever you feel like it’. Blegh.” Taliesin complains as he sits next to the campfire.

“Well, at least it was something. We should be grateful.” Lucien responds.

Maevynn glances down at her nails as she whistles, pulling the golden claw out of her pouch as she does. She looks up to see the faces of her companions, some shocked, others pleased. “What?”

“How and when did you get that?” Kaidan asks.

Maevynn shrugs. “Well…”

Last Night:

Maevynn puts her clothing back on as Camilla Valerius lays naked on one of the tavern beds, exhausted. She looks back at the drained imperial with an eye roll.

“Well… it’s rare a girl gets such… action… in a small town like this.” Camilla pants with a smile.

“I don’t work for nothing, you see.” Maevynn says in a sultry tone.

“Well you could’ve said that before-”

“The claw. Please and thank you.”

“But you just got it back for us, I don’t-” Camilla begins to plead.

“I could always tell your brother about your recent… deeds, if you wish.” Maevynn says manipulatively with a cunning smirk.

“No! That’s… fine, come back to the shop with me and you’ll get the claw. Let’s never speak of this again.” Camilla screeches.

“Gladly… but I know you will think of it again…” Maevynn whispers softly.

Back to the present:

“...I just did what I do best…” Maevynn chuckles, taking a swig of her beer. She looks over to see Lucien’s red face, covered with a shocked expression.

“Ah.” Kaidan sighs with a look of concern mixed with interest.

“Was she good?” Taliesin whispers with a cheeky grin.

“Meh. She was fine. A little bland, if anything, but at least she was nice to look at.” Maevynn shrugs.

“I feel faint…” Lucien says softly, before collapsing to the ground.