The door flings open without resistance as my thin hands push on it. They open to the side and the strong smell of alcohol hits me from the front. I walk steadily, maintaining my calm self as I enter the bar on this quiet night.

I notice the sound of a violin being played at the back presumably by a beast trying to earn some coin but the noise it makes hurts my sense of tasing. Decidedly I ignore the offence and continue to walk towards the bartender wearing a tight, white shirt showing off his large muscles.

Some stand out of my way while others are pulled off to the side by the half drunkards to stay out of trouble until I get close to my destination. A man wearing half-decent clothes seemingly trying to look serious pulls out a bar stool and gestures me to sit down with a smile.

„Evening, miss.” He greets me before continuing. „My pair tonight, by chance? Never expected a beautiful woman such as yourself.”

I respond with a smile and fix-up my skirt up so I comfortably sit down on the leather stool next to the bar.  As my silk skirt is open from the right to the left side it does not get in the way, I only have to care about the chiffon decoration over it.

The people shift in the background and I catch a glimpse of the beast of a woman torturing the instrument in the back. Anyone can easily tell her identity from the thin fur covering her skin. She is wearing a dirty corset showing off her figure and is surrounded by a few drunkards who somehow do enjoy her low-quality entertainment. I almost sigh in pity at the whore with a spec of talent. Her kind will never find a decent job in this part of the world. Not like I am any better.

„Evening. Care to invite me for a drink?” I recite my line to confirm his identity.

„Anytime, and whatever comes after.”

He responds correctly and orders a bottle of spirit for the two of us. The bartender puts a glass in front of me and steps out of hearing distance.

„Who let a dirty beast in here? I just can’t understand how could anyone want to fuck that thing even drunk.” My companion complained with self-righteous anger. It seems he saw my eyes catching her.

„No need to deny, I don’t care about your fetishes. Give me what you owe so we can trade.”

So that the conversation does not get derailed I cut him off quickly. Men are always like this but they would do anything that looks like a woman no matter what it actually is unless they are afraid of something. Not like I care about the fetishes of strangers.

He shakes his head with a reassuring smile.

„I would never. How could I even think of such a thing while in a company of such as yourself? I would not hesitate to swarm you with gifts for your affection.”

Damn. I love when people praise my beauty because I am rather proud of it but I just can’t bear when it gets in the way of my orders.

I clench my glass while keeping up my business smile and drink the shot in my glass. Like a true gentleman, he refills it instantly with a neat motion.

He might not be that bad.

„I perfectly willing to enjoy your company after business. Do you understand?”

I threaten him lightly but I do not force him. Putting a medium goon away is much easier than replacing them. He is useful and does his work well as far as I know but I can never be too sure.

My words have a good effect on him, considering he does not know who I am and that he is just a mostly disposable pawn of a pawn.

If I haven’t killed those goons yesterday for not satisfying me I never would have to come here myself as punishment…

„You won, miss.”

He answers rather happily and reaches into the inner pocket of his coat to take out a string of gold coins. Each gold coin has a hole in the middle and they are tied into a neat package to not cause noise and be easy to handle. My opinion of him improved.

After laying them on the counter in front of me I counted them quickly with my eyes. 500 pieces of standard gold coins. A few stares do turn towards us but we both ignore them.

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The winks at me and places another gold coin next to it.

„For tonight.”

I take a good look at him, ignoring the gold coin he is trying to purchase me with. His absolute confidence does take me in a little and the way he simply offered the price of a small town is extremely alluring. Neither he nor his method is within my strike zone, but he does manage to turn around my opinion of him. I guess I lost the fight even if he has no chance to win the war.

Leaning closer to his face I smile playfully. While my right hand raises his, my left reaches into my bag hanging on my right side and take out what took all the space up in it. A 2 kilogramm white sack filled with blue powder slips out and I put it directly into his hands.

„Keep it safe or the Mistress will be mad at us, alright?”  My small voice turns seductive as I whisper to him.

Already bored from the teasing I sit up again in my normal position and put the string of money away. His reddened face takes a look at the single piece of gold on the table and he waits patiently.

Truth to be told I am not in the mood for him, but I really want to give him a chance before it’s too late. I pull the open skirt to the side creating a small dark entrance and give him a devilish smile.

„You may try, but if you fail you will regret it.”

His hand twitches from the provocation and he leans forward to finish his drink. Gathering his courage and profound knowledge, his strong hand enters under my skirt gently.

First exploring my thigh, he starts to caress it gently. Limiting him to one hand might have been a mistake, he knows what he is doing. Small shivers run up my body as he is closing in towards my special place, methodically starting the instinct within me to heat up the flames.

The flames oh, they do come.

When the hand finally reaches the point where my legs join together he notices the lack of underwear instantly. Acting as if unsurprised he continues to caress the part that matters the most. My fleshy entrance is ented gently and his thumb is doing its share of work outside on my clitoris.

At this point, I am already thoroughly wet, his fingers slip in easily bringing me into pleasure. I reach for the bottle and refill my drink, sipping it slowly. The man appears somewhat frustrated by this and his hands reflect this by speeding up and being rougher. I smirk at his realisation that I am not just his usual whore nor a new concubine of a boss. Why would someone without strength to back themselves up appear in a trade of such a large volume? There is no way any sane crimelord nor the Mistress herself would send someone unimportant.

The blue powder is the only drug in the empire and only the Mistress sells it. That small package can be diluted into five barrels after which it crystallizes into half a ton of sellable, good quality drug any folk would crave. In its current form, it's just pure poison that kills in a minute.

I enjoy the treatment of the gentleman as my spine sparks with pleasure constantly, but I am nowhere near satisfied. For half an hour he does not give up for his pride but he is unable to bring me to the height of pleasure. Unsatisfied even I get bored.

„Pour me a drink. ” I order so angrily that he unconsciously returns his hand and obeys.

With his pride broken he fills my cup to the brim ashamed. Both his hands are shaking as he sets in his seat frightened.

„How should I punish- ” I still contemplate when he tries to interject.

„The Mistress-”

„The Mistress has nothing to do with you. Her anger is mine to bear of I kill you. Now, chose. Left or right?”

I lean up close with my eyes only a few centimetres away from his very own.

„Left, please.”

Grinning pleased I grab his left hand and push it on the table. I just love when they break and do whatever I tell them. Their weakness exposed, their small self opened, everything is mine to see and command.

Ah, that bone-chilling fright, the terror that keeps them from acting. The panic.

So humas.

The left arm of mine that never moved from its position since the beginning reaches to his hand, revealing a tattoo on it’s inner side to him. Its shape is a black angelic wing that symbolizes my allegiance to the Mistress and makes him wish he never provoked me.

Under my left palm, a small magical circle starts to grow and lights up his hand in red. I feel as the blood in his hand starts to boil from the pressure and heat the magic forces into him, yet he endures knowing that there is no chance for him to run.

His skin breaks apart, revealing the cooked flesh with its disgusting smell.

The crowd in the back ceased to talk, doing their best to not look this way and ignore what’s happening here in silence.

When I am pleased, I let go of him. His hand is perfectly usable but it will hurt him whenever something touches it. With this, there shouldn’t be any problem from our side.

My anger subsided and my job is done so I stand up and turn away to leave. I can only take 4 steps before a person jumps in my way. I look at them angrily and notice that it’s the beast woman kneeling on the ground, shivering in fright. Personally, I find her fur somewhat cute, but I care little for her.

„Please, I swear I can do it. Please, give me a chance.”

„No.”

Her begging, a simply refuse. She desperately tries to get close to my boots, head still in the ground but before she touches me I kick her in the head, right between her doglike ears. She flew backwards into a chair of someone and her head starts to bleed heavily. I can still hear her breathing faintly but I doubt she lives for long.

Whoever that chair belongs to, from now it’s their responsibility.

„Damn beasts.”

Ignoring her completely, I leave through the door I came from.