Sly Cooper fanfic9

WARNING: Erotic description up ahead...

Set after Dead Men Tell No Tales, and before the Cooper Vault Job(BCVJ). The adventures that were never told...

Sequel to Melancholy and Repent...

Untold Chronicles...

Deception

As nightfall neared the time, while Red Team cleaned up their mess at the Deli, back at the Palace, Murray, Bentley and Dimitri sat within the ballroom seats, which were placed in front of a stage. The lounge lizard was still surrounded by servants, who drank into every word of his conversation, giggling at every funny moment.

Bentley, on the other hand, was more concerned about Sly's MIA. Considering it has been more than a little while since he had last contact with him, the turtle was beginning to get worried. His raccoon friend did say that he would be back soon, meaning he must have left the Palace. If so, it is more than likely that he was getting involved with the police, mostly Carmelita for that matter.

Other than the missing raccoon, he was also concerned for Penelope, she had not yet returned. The last time he saw her; she went with Methysia, probably to consider befriend her. He hoped she was negotiating with the cobra carefully, although she seems to be in a good mood at all times, there was someone suspicious going on. Bentley could feel it, as well as he could feel as if something had just happened.

Murray, however, had neither concern nor worries, he seemed more eager towards the show, in which the cobra was setting up for them, mainly him. Joy, he felt, with the knowledge that a woman, so beautiful, so enchanting, and so exotic, could have an eye of lust for him. No longer was he single, no longer did he feel left out of the love life, and now, he was one with it all.

Suddenly, a chorus of music started to play, as Methysia appeared out from behind the curtain, "Alright my guests, as a host I treat you will warm welcome and shall perform this show for you all," she announced. The women around Dimitri stood up, as many other servants, serving as dancer, walked out into the ballroom.

The curtains lifted, the music started to play a real song, and all of the women in the room began to dance. The show had begun.

Meanwhile, Sly managed to grab the vine up to the window and started to climb. Behind him, Carmelita was not too far behind, now with her Shock pistol returned, she did not hold back. The raccoon dodged her shots and slipped into the window, safe.

However, the vixen was not going to let him get away so easily. She approached the door and kicked it open, despite the fact that he needed a warrant before she could enter a building, she saw Sly Cooper hideaway into that building, and she was going to follow him inside the Palace and capture him, if it was the last thing she did.

Meanwhile, back in the Palace, although Bentley tried to enjoy the show he could not help but continue to worry. Two comrades were still missing in action. Other than the MIAs, the turtle began to notice Dimitri was surrounded by a lot of the dancers, and Methysia, who was dancing right in front of Murray.

The turtle was curious; Murray's entire focus was on the cobra's movements. Nothing else was at his attention, not even the fact that he was staring mindlessly, slack-jawed and drooling. It was if the hippo was under some kind of spell, which the cobra was casting over him.

Bentley kept the watch on the two so focused that he did not even notice someone next to him, "Enjoying the show?" The turtle jumped and spun his head, finding Penelope with her hands on her hips.

"Oh, no. Penelope, it's not what you think-" the turtle attempted to explain. He stopped as he noticed another strange detail to add to this collection, she was smiling widely, more widely than he had seen her.

"Relax Bentley, I am only asking if you were enjoying the show," the mouse assured, as her hands crawled to her face. She pulled off her glasses and folded them, placing them gently on the desk beside him, "Because I have a show for you."

To the turtle's utter surprise, Penelope raised her arms in the air and joined her palms over her head, and begun to rotate her hips as she danced to the rhythm of the music. She reached for the right strap of her suspenders and slowly brushed it off her shoulder. She repeated the movement with her left strap, and pushed her suspenders down, causing them to fall to her ankles.

Methysia glanced over Murray's shoulder; her smile grew wider with the knowledge that the suspicious one will be incapacitated. The lounge lizard was already distracted enough, what with most of the servants surrounding him, what man would turn away from such a sight. As for the hippo, the cobra had him wrapped around her tail; both their eyes were locked as his sense began to dull.

Penelope reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, past her chest, over her head, and completely stripped it off her body. Bentley's eyes widened completely as he acknowledged that she was now dressed the same exact purple bikini-like harem outfit that every other woman in the Palace else was wearing. Her skin was coated with that same shine of body oil, making her skin look especially soft, smooth, and slick.

Although he was quite pleased with the sight that he would even consider checking her out, Bentley was even more so than suspicious now, he never knew Penelope could dance, nor of that she would wear an outrageously revealing outfit and comfortable standing in it in front of him, half-naked, and dancing around like someone at a strip club. He studied her facial features, her fixated and wide smile, her make-up covered face, and, what really caught his suspicion, her violet eyes.

As she stripped her bandanna and shook her head violently, causing her long, blonde hair to hang wildly from her head, the turtle's biggest surprise was her forehead, the amethyst jewel in the middle of her forehead. The same jewel he had seen on every woman's head ever since they arrived. Bentley suspicion was at its limit, something was definitely out of the ordinary in this Palace.

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