"You are so-ooooh very pretty my dear," the Imperial says through the skooma haze. Maja smiles down at him with cloudy eyes and smudged lip paint. She doesn't care that she's not living up to her name tonight; she's going to have some fun this time around. It's not all work, she thinks. I get enough of that every other evening.
"And you are so-ooooh very sweet," she giggles. Her pale hair is falling around her face. I look perfectly wasted, she thinks with a satisfied grin. Poor stupid sod, he must have been so lonely. Ah well. He's got some company for the moment, hasn't he now? Her manicured finger tickles the bridge of his nose and she sees him smile more broadly. "Haven't you got a lady somewhere waiting for you?"
"Naaaaow this may come as a... a shock to you," hiccup, "but I don't have me a lay-deee right now, you darling," hiccup, "you darling thing you."
She smiles. He swallows some more skooma. Easiest target ever. "Well how about we get you a little more comfortable, then," she says, pushing herself up off of the man and letting her slim, pretty hands find their way to the buttons of his vest. Maja's victim giggles stupidly as she slowly begins to peel away the well-made, silver-buttoned vest. She backs off a bit, allows for him to swig more of the drug.
He does. She can barely contain her amusement.
Maja kisses the tip of the man's nose while reaching for his belt buckle. He laughs a bit in his stupor. Soon enough his body will decide to let go, she thinks. And then the kill. She chuckles. She's played this game so many times, but it never does get old.
Before she's even done loosening his pants the man is out like a light with a bottle of the drug tipped and leaking onto the bed. She slips her hand into his pocket, retrieving a rather heavy gold pouch and a watch of some sort with an ornate design etched into it. It may have some sentimental value to the poor fool, she thinks, and replaces it with the papers and check that were in the man's posession. She's gotten at least 200 gold off of this one. Not bad, no need to take anything more that he'll miss too much.
Well, maybe... she gently pulls the vest from his body and he laughs in a sort of drunken way. He's not really awake though. It's alright Maja, just take the vest, it's got pretty buttons hasn't it? So she figures she can hand this off to Di'Rato. He's got a fondness for good clothes, as does she, and it really seems a waste to sell it off while the buttons are still bright. The man's head tilts to the side. He mumbles something, slurs it really.
Maja does not read the papers in his pocket. The target's personal life should never affect one's actions. With her bit of cash and a lovely new vest for her friend under her coat, she pushes open the room door quietly and descends the stairs, but not before leaving a soft red kiss-mark on his cheek. Wasn't a bad-looking sort, was he?
The bartender gives her a look. Not one of contempt, never anything of the sort... quiet knowing. A smile. No intention to tell, Maja knows. This bartender was one of the faction's own once. He's the one that gave her the name Bright-Eyes, even.
Just another night, she thinks to herself. And many more to come. Living well has never been so effortless.
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Maja is careful to push the door open quietly so as not to wake the homeowners. She and the rest of The Silent have been allowed to take up temporary residence in the basement of a friend of Ildean. The five of them have exactly one bed to share, so it's a nightly battle to decide who gets the mattress and who has to curl up in one of the piles of hay.
She takes gentle steps and silently, quickly opens and closes the trapdoor, greeted by the sight of Lucret and Desirhae snuggled up against each other on the tiny bed, both Imperials, and both a bit in love as anyone can tell. Di'Rato's long legs are folded up against his body; he is comfortably asleep in the hay with his tail twitching as he dreams. Maja drops the bag of coins next to him; he can handle the money better than she would.
Ildean rests in a large chest filled with clothes that's just a bit too small for him. His knuckles brush the ground as he snores quietly. He's got too big a heart to take the bed when he has the chance and he knows Di'Rato prefers the straw. Being a Redguard, he's a hell of a fighter- but too kind to really injure anyone terribly. Maja has a soft spot for him, because he's got a soft spot for the world. She finds herself brushing a finger against his cheek when she walks by him to shed a few layers and take her place in the hay next to Di'Rato. The Khajiit stirs a bit as Maja lies down in the hay.
These two are partners; as dearly as she loves Ildean, she enjoys her nights out with Di'Rato, and their skills fit together beautifully. She has the charm and silver tongue to make any target an easy one, and he's brilliantly talented in the ways of theft and stealth. Together there's no heist these two can't complete. Of course their lives are made much more simple by the rest of The Silent, and the Thieves' Guild as well... but they really are a two-man army.
Lucret and Desirhae, though wonderfully compatible in other aspects of life, are a horrible pair when it comes to work. Still, they seem to share some connection that the others just don't, though nobody can quite place it. And they do have an affinity for the nighttime, so it's rare to see them sleeping at this hour instead of out wandering the town or breaking into a shop or two. Lucret isn't that great a thief (he can do what needs to be done, if not smoothly), but he can fight as well. Desirhae seems wise beyond her years, and old soul in a youthful body. Though she's the first to pick a fight, she's not really a hostile woman.
Maja's eyes begin to close. It's been a long night, and she needs another four hours or so of sleep to function in the morning. Still, there's something satisfying about being the last one awake...