Defiling the Rogue
The Phantom Wolves — an all-female guild of thieves — were known throughout the city for their acts. While they only stole from nobles and middle class citizens this left them with unfavorable impressions with both classes. They were seen as evil and as worse as the guild of assassins whispered throughout the lands.
Amilie had been apart of the guild for six years, during that time she had honed and almost perfected her skill of sneaking from shadow to shadow. However, she was still unable to match the skill and grace of Laverna. She moved in a way that Amilie couldn’t match — fluid was the only way to describe it, almost like magic.
Laying on her bed in her own room, Amilie was busy reading some of Laverna’s notes in order to better her skills.
“Hey Ami, I got a job for you.”
Even though it was odd at first, Amilie had grown accustom to Laverna sneaking up behind her like a ghost.
“What’s the job?”
“I want you—”
“To rob a noble?”
“No. I want you—”
“To head out of the city and start a guild in a new city?”
“No, stop interrupting. Besides you’re not ready to run a guild yet.”
“I think I’m ready.”
“You think so? Well good news, you get to take the new girl under your wing.”
“You heard me. We have a new recruit and I want you to help her out.”
“Do I have to?”
Laverna smiled as she grabbed Amilie by the wrist — pinning her down onto the soft silk bed.
“Now, now, be a good girl and do as I ask. Or would you rather I string you up naked?”
“Then you will go out to the living room and meet the new girl, yes?”
With a cute but sadistic smile Laverna got off of Amilie after kissing her lips gently.
“See you in a bit.”
With an even louder sigh, Amilie sat up from her bed. *I don’t want to train someone new*, she thought as she stood to her feet. After putting on her outfit — consisting of a white short top with a matching short skirt; a pair of black thigh‑socks with knee‑high boots — Amilie heading into the living area where Laverna and another young girl were waiting.
The girl was dressed in a two tone colored corset with a skirt that revealed part of her thighs between the skirt and thigh‑high white socks. Her outfit was completed with a simple pair of laced up knee‑length brown boots. While the girl’s outfit wasn’t strange in nature, Amilie did find one thing interesting about the girl. Her hair was a split tone of black on one side; white on the other.
“Ami, meet your new trainee, Rozalin Fyothain.”
“Yeah, my name’s Amilie Velmore. Nice to meet you, or whatever…”
Laverna smiled as she looked Rozalin.
“She’s just nervous to be taking you under her wing,” Laverna said in a teasing tone.
“Shut it Anvil.”
“Oh my did I hit a nerve, little Imp?”
Amilie pouted like a child as she looked annoyed by Laverna’s banter.
“Anyways, Rozalin, welcome to the family. Ami will take you out on your first heist.”
“Okay, sounds like fun,” Rozalin said with a smile.