The Akkadian spent the first few minutes studying the room and its occupants. He found several paths he could use to escape, but he couldn’t use a single one of them without Trimon’s guards or his wives seeing him. He spent the next few minutes thinking on the three lecherous guards that patrolled the chamber before hatching a plan.
Despite her apparent friendliness, he didn’t trust Na’Tahl. Something about the way she moved, her casual way of glancing around the room, the ease with which she smiled. Pushing the distracting thoughts from his mind, he put his plan into action.
He didn’t find it especially hard to be seductive—he was used to the company of seductive women, after all, and, being a man, he knew what men liked. It was still embarrassing as hell, though. With his cheeks burning hotter than any hellfire that the mightiest mage could conjure, he sauntered to the broad, flat-faced guard that had led him there.
“How long have you been here, soldier?” the Akkadian asked.
“Six months,” the guard answered staring intently at the assassin’s breasts as he gently swayed back and forth.
“Long time,” the assassin replied knowingly. “How’s the pay?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” snorted the guard. “Some say not enough—Trimon’s got more enemies than I’ve got fingers.” The Akkadian raised an eyebrow. “Those who’ve seen Trimon use a sword though, they say we’re being paid too much to just stand around. No one can beat Trimon.”
‘Well luckily I’m not here to beat him,’ the Akkadian thought.
“Well, surely you get benefits?” he asked, trying to guide the conversation in his intended direction.
“Benefits?” the guard murmured as if he were not familiar with the word. The Akkadian sighed.
“Surely Trimon allows you use of his women,” the assassin says carefully. “I’m sure that Trimon wouldn’t mind, after all, he doesn’t touch them.”
“You…you’re sure?” the guard frowned.
“Of course,” he smiled as seductively as he could. “Big strong men who live a life of danger naturally need some sort of release and what better release is there than inside of a woman?” He couldn’t bring himself to grab the guard’s crotch so he settled on lightly tracing the top of it with a finger. The guard made a stifled moan despite himself. “Not myself, of course, Trimon would want me for himself,” he added quickly. “But here are twelve beautiful young women that Trimon himself ignores. Surely he wouldn’t mind if you did some touching on his behalf?” With a pleased smile, the guard began grabbing at his belt, but the Akkadian grabbed his hand. “You shouldn’t be greedy,” he murmured, motioning to the other guards. “Tell your friends.”
Practically salivating, the flat faced guard nodded, walking swiftly towards the closest guard while he motions the other guard over to him.
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