Disclaimer: Not mine- of course, hope I didn't make too many mistakes since English is not my first language and it is rather late. Criticism is welcome. Enjoy

Wicked Grace

The Inquisitor made a mental note to never never never play wicked grace against Josephine.

The Antivan woman was ruthless. Even though Cullen had had quite a good start, towards the end, the Diplomat had turned the game around in a way that would be the talk of the Keep for years. Josephine had stripped Cullen naked- literally- and it was good that the game ended when it did since she would probably have gotten his balls as well.

First the Antivan had relieved the man of all his money, then of his armour.

„You nearly had me," she chirped as Cullen was reluctant to keep on playing. „I think im running out of luck." She looked as innocent as freshly fallen snow. Snow that covered up the red dead bodies of the unknowing and the ignorant but the man fell for it.

„It is not fair if you are the only one who has the pleasure of seeing our Commander as the Maker made him, Mylady." Josephine whispered, a demonic grin on her face as she won the man's breeches. „You can't let her do that!" Cullen protested lodly when the Diplomat bested him again and ordered to hand over his smallclothes. The Inquisitor, not quite sober at the time and quite amused seeing her lover really loosing his cool just grinned and said :"Gambling depts are depts of honor."

When the Commander finally lost his sword, wich he had used to cover up the Rutherford family treasure in a desperate bet of all or nothing, the Antivan finally had enough. Everyone at the table was howling with laughter and Inquisition soldiers were crowding around the windows of the tavern anyway. Truly a night to remember. „Don't worry Commander, I'll give you the chance of working off your dept and get your stuff back. With an interest, of course" Josephine announced generously as the crowd dispersed. The Commander, looking sour and embarrased, stayed at the table, hands covering his crotch. He was very, very quiet. A vein pulsated at his temples and the Inquisitor was pretty sure that he contemplated strangling the Antivan. „I see you upstairs." the Inquisitor whispered with a wink before the naked man made a wild dash to the door. „I wouldn't bother covering up."