She shook her head slightly in dismissal and a small snort escaped her. Mr. Dark? Well well well. So he still lived. Seemed a pity. She turned to look at Vashir at last.
"I hope you didn't pay too dearly. I have yet to extract an organ out of that old cheat." The four chains on her belt rattled on her hip, almost hissing like snakes. She had an itch to satisfy. What a pity he was still in Kirkwall. He'd better hide.
"You have need of me?" Her innuendo poured as thick and invitingly sweet as syrup. Then her voice dropped huskily a few octaves. "Or have you come with information I need?"
A coquettish smile played upon her voluptuous lips. One of her chains simultaneously grew and lashed up into his coat, parting the seams. There was a hook on one end where there wasn't a moment ago. The chain dragged slowly, but poignantly down the front of his shirt, picking at one of his buttons before they retreated. "Come, now, Vashir. I'm not a mind-reader, you know."
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