In disguise
It had been something he had thought on for a long time and now when he had given the man the agreed of sum he knew that his life would change. Perhaps just get that casual life as any Gorean man that would work for his living and share a joke or two. The man that sold him the Tavern had a debt and he knew that ever sharing this information would mean a sudden death. “Good luck with it Killer.” the man said “Or should I say Melchior?” he jested. With that the man rised taking the amount of gold with him unbothered that it was obtained by simple killing others.
Crow now alone in the room needed some time to think this well through. He would need to see to a more permanent disguise. His hair could be changed of colour, shaving might have already be something that would give him a less dark look. He wondered how long it had been since he had worn another colour but the black he had earned by killing his best friend. He now lifted himself up from the chair and called his slave. “Mine, we need to go shopping.” he tells her. Something he hated but she truly would enjoy “We will be spending time in the tavern.
Rosella heard him and peeked from behind the curtain.Shopping? Had she heard him correctly? Surely she was hearing things! She held the curtain a bit to the side and stuck one leg out,as a dancer would to try and entice the audience. She held her toe pointed, then dragged the curtain over her breast and the side of her face”Shopping my Master?” she asked coyly. She then realized the second part of what he had said “Tavern?” good gor! the girl had turned into a gorean parrot!
She asked no further questions,but eased the curtain back and rushed to get dressed,they were going shopping and she would find out what she needed to know when He deemed it appropriate!
Crow was careful as ever when he took a brown cloak and draped it over his shoulders. Their adventure would start with a merchant that held also a debt. “I want her dressed in silks fitting of a pleasure slave. And I need something too. Perhaps of a tavernkeeper. One that wishes to earn back what he paid for it.” the merchant instantly complied taking different things of the racks. He simply picked some simple tunics, boots and some other things that would compleet his outfit. “I guess we need an artisan that will entertain the costumers and dancers, slave.” he turned to her “Any girls that might have talent see to it that I know of them.” he stated. His mind already on the job while he calculated the odds.
Rosella stood and moved this way and that as the Merchant took measurements, feeling more then he should and not just with the measuring tapes. She lifted her arms above her head as she donned the pleasure silks the Merchant had tossed to her in a cloud of wispy silken fabrics.Her Master was as he normally was, thinking..planning..examining every aspect of this new venture of his.She was familiar with how he was and knew not to do much more than pay acute attention to every command he made and see if full filled. She murmured to him”yes, my Master” as she tied a knot in the silks, and twirled around in a circle,her arms outstretched,making the silks swirl around her legs.
Paid the merchant before continuing his travels. A hairdresser had often helped him with wigs and he was fortunate to find him on his spot. After some casual conversation he told him “I might have one of the biggest challanges ever. I wish you to give myself and my girl a new look.” he noted the look of the hairdresser, but the man was too smart to ask. “Of course … I am sure we can give you a make over.” he smirks. After several ahn he didn’t recognize himself in the mirror and he had to look twice to his girl “You think you can be the lucious slut, mine. You do look the part.” he grinned.
She blinked,a lot..her hand went up to touch her own face and then her hair.Her eyes were wide as the Thassa at that moment,she stammered and looked to him and back again at herself. “I do not recognize myself my Master! ” She then looked at him and again blinked,as if that alone would make him look like he had before. “it -is- You t yes? my Master?”
She looked fearful for a moment,the Hairdresser laughing at her in a quiet chuckle. She shot him a -look- and then fell to her knees before her Master,rising up upon them slightly. Rosella began to sway her hips and arch her back,leaning away from him,arms outstretched as her fingers gestured in a come hither fashion. One hand entwined as a snake would when watching it’s prey, finding it’s way to her breast..caressing the tip, puckering the nub upon it to its tightest most sensitive state. Her tongue slipped out to circle her lips as she laughed huskily “I shall pretend they are all Seekers my Master!”
Melchior felt himself naked without crossbow and so groomed. His beard gone, a different haircolour. His girl clearly very different too. A little make up did wonders. “Now let us test the waters, mine.” he tells her. “We will see if we can get thing started without raising to much suspicions. You can tell those friends you made that you were sold to the Tavernkeeper. I am sure that in time you will get used to all of it. Remember never are you to speak of Crow. Is this clear ?”
Crows Murder 
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