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Infiltrating the Harem

The master assassin dragged the glass cutter silently over the pane, carefully removing a perfect circle of glass that he silently left on the sill as he reached in and unlocked the brass latch. His padded shoes moved noiselessly in the darkness as he slid from shadow to shadow like a ghost. Someone wanted the Baron dead. This someone had paid the guild quite a large sum of coin, and so now this highly trained master of the deadly arts was here to fulfill his only purpose in life. All he had to do was find out where in the estate this Baron figure resided, and end the task before anyone was the wiser.

Footsteps rang in the dim hallway as the assassin scowled behind his thin black balaclava. As the treading of feet got louder, he found an open door leading into pitch blackness and slipped inside, closing it silently behind him. In the utter darkness, all of his senses focused on listening to those footsteps walk by, fading into the distance.

"Can I help you?"

He turned suddenly at the sound of the voice, eyes seeing only darkness.

"Oh, I bet you're here to see the Baron, right?" It was a woman's voice, light and smooth.

He reached for his stiletto.

"Hey, no need for that. I never said I wanted to stop you. In fact . . ." He heard a rustling as a drawer was opened and a sulfur match flared into life, illuminating slitted azure eyes and twitching white whiskers. "I could give you some tips." She leaned over to light a small brass oil lamp before shaking the match out and looking up at him.

Her body was an enigma: though mostly human in shape, all of her features were feline, from the gray and tan fur that covered her body to her twitching tail. She wore a lavish set of blue and white silks with gold and silver toggles, draped over her body loosely, revealing her wide pink nipples and drawing his attention to the female slit nestled between her plush thighs. The assassin's palm rested on the tool of his trade as he cocked his head, looking at her suspiciously. He had trained all of his life to be nothing more than the perfect killer, never having known the pleasure of the flesh . . .

"Look, you can just continue on if you want. I'm not going to tell anyone." She shrugged and leaned back against her pile of lavishly embroidered cushions. "But a lot of people can see in the dark around here, so the whole black jumpsuit thing might be a bad idea . . ."

As he was trained in the art of disguise, he took her point. The assassin approached the massive armoire at the side of the room, opening it up to reveal a huge assortment of gauzy fetching sets of clothes, each more lavish than the last. He reached in and snatched one up, stepping back and bumping against the cat creature's soft breasts. He hadn't even heard her move . . .

"No no no. That's far too big for you." She shook her head. "Anyone would notice you sticking out in an instant. He contained himself as her paws rested on his shoulders. Although she was bizarre, she seemed oddly trustworthy. Anyways, making a mess would be below him. Assassins only killed when someone was in the way of their target, and she honestly seemed to be the opposite . . .

He trepidatiously reached in for a slightly smaller green ensemble with lapis insets. "Ohhh, yes. That should work . . . But let's check, just to be sure." And with that, her paws were peeling off his shirt, revealing his thin, but almost mechanically conditioned body. He made to protest, but heard footsteps in the hallway again, and so thought it best to remain silent.

He watched in the flickering light as she wrapped the revealing top around him, clasping it in the back. The finest silk was smooth against his pale flesh, but did little other than to cover his pectorals and leave his rather defined abdominal muscles bare. She tugged off his breeches and replaced them with two-layered gauzy pants. They had opaque green that covered only the outsides of his adroit legs, and a gauzy diaphanous material that wrapped around the insides with a hanging emerald cloth to cover his privates.

The footsteps grew near, pausing before they began to fade. The assassin shook his head as she pulled off his padded shoes and replaced them with velor slippers with a slight curl to their toes, tiny silver bells at their tips. She winked up at him, razor sharp claws sliding out and removing the tiny bells before they had any chance to jingle.

"Now then, you can do this for yourself. I won't look. Promise." She handed him a heavy green veil, putting her paws over her eyes as he removed his mask and donned the gold adorned garment. His pale eyes widened as he saw his reflection on the inside of the open armoire in the flickering lamplight. It was the perfect disguise. He hardly looked like himself at all . . .

The feline let down her paws and smiled, turquoise eyes inspecting every contour of his new disguise. "Oh yes. This will do. You'll fit right in now . . ." The truth of her whispers rang in the small chamber. The assassin looked much like any other concubine . . . As his own eyes lingered, the thought became more and more appealing. The rich draped garments just did so much to accentuate his lithe body, as he was just effeminate enough to pull the look off . . . Not that it mattered. His only purpose was to go unnoticed, not to look fetching.

He shook his head. This was no time for such thoughts. So long as no one inspected him closely, he would now be able to go as he pleased. Securing his tools in a flowing sash that he tied around his waist, he listened for footsteps outside the door.

"Before you go, one last thing to get you on even footing . . ." The cat stepped up beside him, lifting up his veil and pressing into a quick deep kiss, her rough tongue grinding against the fleshy insides of the assassin's mouth. Eyes opening wide, light blue crept into his irises, and as she extinguished the lamp with a quick whip of her tail, he realized that he could still see the insides of the pitch black room in immaculate detail.

"Go get 'em, tiger." She winked at him, reclining back against her cushions as he left, shutting the door slowly behind him with distracted mechanical precision. Surely this was some kind of blessing, the dim hallway was now no impediment to his senses. He almost wanted to go back in the room and thank her, pull her soft furry body against his . . .

But no. He had a job. This was no time for idle fancy. Assassins were tools, and did not need the sympathy of the hapless herd that they culled.

He continued on, prowling around as he sneaked down a grand marble staircase. He stiffened slightly as two of the waiting staff passed him, but, they didn't bat an eye, continuing on down the corridor with trays in hand. He followed after them as unobtrusively as he could, waiting around the corner as they brought trays with dates and other cut fruit into a larger room with laughter and a strange clicking ringing out of it. Waiting for the servants to leave, the assassin peaked in the room, seeing four women . . . well, women in the same way that the cat had been, talking inside over a square table. There was a bluejay, a jackal, some kind of plated creature, and what appeared to be a mongoose, all dressed in lavish silks and merrily playing and intense game of dominoes.

In the back of the room was a grand set of double doors, the very kind that would no doubt lead to the Baron. The assassin weighed his options, tapping a curled slipper as he reached into his sash and pulled out a small metal sphere. Brachichine gas: colorless and odorless. This would put them out for long enough for him to get through, and leave them none the worse for it. He twisted one side of the orb and discretely rolled it in on the plush carpeting of the room. Immediately, he heard thumps from inside, smiling behind his veil as he waited the requisite thirty seconds for the gas to dissipate.

He grabbed the doors to the room and closed them behind him, flicking the brass lock shut as he heard a rattling and turned around with a start, hand going to the stiletto secreted under his sash.

The mongoose woman had the small metal ball in her paw, running her tongue over it curiously. "Brachichine gas? This stuff's expensive, you know?" She laughed, maroon silks draped over her brown striped body fluttering as she turned to face him. The horizontal pupils of her eyes were somewhat unsettling as it appeared that the gas had no effect . . .

Was she another assassin? Had she been trained, or gone through the grueling process of immunization? He readied himself to silence her if she made a move.

"Hey, calm down." She raised her paws as he stared at her. She was somewhat more slender than the cat had been, but her flowing garments accentuated her naturally curved physique, leaving her modest breasts bared and framed by tight bands of material. "You're probably here to see the Baron, right?" Her voice was very rustic, almost sounding like she was from the country. "Believe me, I'm not going to stop you. And anyways . . . " She reached down and began to rearrange the dominoes with alarming alacrity. "I was about to lose. You're pretty much my savior."

There was something disarming about her casual demeanor. She certainly didn't seem to have the cold mettle necessary to become an assassin. She tossed him back the spent metal sphere as she leaned over and looked at the jackal's dominoes, switching one of the tiles for one of her own. The other three animalistic women all snoozed in various states of disarray, the bluejay cawing gently with every breath. The assassin raised an eyebrow, looking down a the smoke bomb as if it were defective.

"No, no. It worked fine. It's just pretty much impossible to poison a mongoose." She grinned at him with pointed teeth and strange mahogany eyes. "Anyways, if you want the Baron, he's through the big doors and down in the basement." Much like the cat, it seemed this concubine held no love for the man. The assassin nodded, striding towards the doors. "But . . ." She added. "You won't be able to get through just like that. There's a reason I know about Brachichine gas." She tapped the side of her short muzzle knowingly.

This was a problem indeed. The assassin could not let himself be caught, and something odorless and colorless would have him at its mercy . . .

"I could help you with that, you know." The mongoose stood up, lithe stripy brown furred body swaying from side to side as she walked over to him. Her scrubby tail waved behind her as she smiled at him, dark black eyes beaming. The scantily clad assassin swallowed nervously, but thought back to the cat that had helped him earlier. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea . . .

"I knew you'd see it my way." Her hands wrapped around his shoulders as she pulled her amazingly soft fur against his half-bared body. "Now then, this is just going to require a few little changes." She leaned up, pulling up his veil and lapping at his nose with her slippery wet tongue. He crossed his eyes and looked down at her as she opened her jaws and nibbled at his angular nose playfully with her needle-sharp teeth. "And this . . ." One of her crafty paws slid down his chest before reaching in under his loincloth. "Is just because I like you . . ." She squeezed around his maleness, massaging his length as it began to pulse while she licked up against his nostrils.

His breath huffed against her licking tongue as his nose began to flatten and his face pressed out ever so slightly. The surface of his nostrils darkened under her eager lapping as her hand stroked down to fondle his testes with her suede-soft padded fingers. New smells drifted into his mind, her animal scent filling his now quivering animal nose, earthy with just a note of exotic spice. His cock ached as he couldn't help but rub himself against her, arms wrapping around her faintly banded brown hide as they swooned into a deep mouth to mouth kiss.

He groaned as his tongue slid over her pointed teeth, leaning forwards as her pert breasts pressed against his chest. The assassin's nipples felt more and more sensitive as her silky fur rubbed against the fabric dividing them, punctuated by her own warm areolas rubbing against his own as they pulsed and widened slightly. He felt warm and safe in a way that he never had before, losing himself in the pure sensations, going against the vicious programming of his entire life.

The sensations were overwhelming, and he almost lost himself in them, whiskers tickling his cheeks before there was a clink from behind him that made him immediately drop his impromptu lover, pulling out his stiletto as a sudden soft hissing filled the silence. His last sleeping gas pellet had rolled from his sash, twisting open as it hit the carpet.

"Hey, you should be more careful." The mongoose protested, landing gracefully on the carpet and propping herself up on an elbow.

The assassin's eyes widened as he covered his mouth with his elbow. He knew it was already far too late though, the effects of the gas were nearly instantaneous. He must have been tricked: seduced by the crafty courtesan! He scowled as he waited for the inevitable unconsciousness to take him.

"Really, it just seems like a terrible waste at this point . . ." Her fuzzy tail flopped behind her as she grinned up at him with her white pointed fangs.

The man's brow raised as he cocked his head.

"Mongoose, remember? I used to date rather nippy snakes with no problems." She stood up slowly, lithe body looking like it was defying gravity. "Not saying that'd you'd want to go out with a snake, but it's pretty handy regardless." She shrugged. "Anyways, I guess the moment is kind of ruined." She kicked the inert sphere with a bare paw. "So you can go find the Baron." She gestured to the large double doors grandiosely.

The assassin nodded. The Baron must have done something terrible to all of his concubines to make them so disloyal. He readjusted his scanty disguise as best he could, the top around his chest feeling slightly tighter than he remembered, silk rubbing up against his sensitive nipples as his whiskers twitched. It was hard not to stroke his length through the loose loincloth, a small dark spot marring the shining green surface as it slowly dried. Still, for an immunity to Brachichine gas it was a small price to pay. He put his weight against the large double doors, looking back. He could just stay here for awhile and deal with his arousal . . . The mongoose stared back at him with her horizontal pupiled brown eyes, raising an eyebrow invitingly as the Jay snored peacefully behind her.

But no. He had a mission. The assassin had trained his whole life, and never failed to find his mark. He wasn't about to start now. And so he strode through the doors, smooth gait now somewhat awkward as he tried to minimize the cloth rubbing against his slowly flagging member. Perhaps he could come back after the job was done, when the lovely creature had no one to confine her . . . But what then? An assassin had no room for consorts, or lovers, or compatriots . . .

The passageway led him through a lavish hall, and then to a somewhat more plain spiral staircase. As he stepped down, one of the stairs depressed very slightly and there was a hissing from a gap in the mortar beside his head.

There was no doubt that the odorless, colorless gas was Brachichine. He braced himself instinctually, but then one side of his slightly thinner lips curled up in a wry smile. After this mission he could certainly use this to his advantage. His slitted blue eyes adjusted to the darkness as he descended deeper underground. Eventually he reached the end of the stairs, flickering light from two braziers illuminating the cavernous brick and mortar room.

"No one sees the Baron without my approval." The deep voice rang out with a strong islander's accent. The creature standing between the braziers was immense: scaly green body rippling with corded muscles, a stripe of coppery fur racing up her spine all the way to the top of her reptilian head. Unlike the others that he had met, she wore only a simple orange sash around her waist, leaving her pert breasts and their wide black nipples exposed to the cool air. Her leathery wings stretched out as she cricked her long thick neck while her lizard-like tail twitched around behind her against the stone floor.

The assassin's first reaction was to step back and blend into the shadows, but she had obviously already seen him. If he were to leave now, he'd probably never get another chance at the Baron as they would no doubt tighten security. So he walked with a measured gait into the room, curled slippers scraping against the worn stone of the floor.

"You're not going to get in here without passing my inspection, so don't be trying any of the tricky stuff." She wasn't armed . . . although perhaps she didn't need to be. As she crossed her scaly arms, one of her sharp black talons ticked impatiently against the glossy moss colored scales of her other bicep.

There was nothing else to do then. If she was an obstacle, the assassin was ready to remove her. In an instant, he was leaping forwards, drawing his hidden stiletto. She was far too slow, one arm pulling back for a heavy backswing, leaving her banded chest vulnerable. He tilted the blade up, shoving it in methodically so that it would puncture the lung and prevent any cries for help.

With a clack and metallic ting, the blade slid off of her scales, not even leaving a scratch as the dragon's monstrous backhand sent him spinning back across the room with a crash. He skidded to his feet, holding the back of his hand to his mouth, seeing the red there from where his teeth had crunched into his lip. His blue eyes scanned her form, running from the scaled slit between her legs up to her golden slitted eyes. There. There were always gaps in any armor . . .

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I swear to god if you . . ."

He was in the air in an instant, leaping towards her, stiletto arcing down towards her exposed eyes. But then her body was turning, thick tail slapping him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him as she reached back, grabbed his wrist, stealing his stiletto as she flung him into the wall beside her with enough force to make purple splotches flare into his vision.

"Now listen here, you little twat. No more toys." She took the thin blade and opened her jaws, crunching down on it as it shattered and she spat out the twisted shrapnel. The assassin tried to clear his head, looking to roll away as her thick taloned hand reached down and grabbed him easily by the neck, pulling him up the wall so that his feet dangled below him. "You want to see the Baron. I will let you do that . . ."

The assassin's fingers grasped at her claws around his neck, struggling to breathe as she calmly continued. "But first, you are going to do everything I tell you to . . ." She reached in for his sash tearing it off of him and grinding the assorted contents beneath one of her scaly taloned feet. "Understand?"

Just on the edge of consciousness, the assassin nodded, gasping as she slid him down the wall onto his rump, legs splayed out at odd angles. "Good." She stepped in over him, pressing her scaled crotch up against his face with an uncomfortable amount of pressure. "Now, get to work." She reached in and tore off his veil, wide hand spreading over his head as she forced herself against him.

His animal nose twitched as he tried to devise a route to escape. Her scent was like hewn pine and charred earth, blazing into his senses.

"Not fast enough, little one . . ." Her talons dug into his scalp as he tentatively opened his mouth and ran his tongue against her tight vertical slit, feeling the scaly flesh pulse and bulge, edges welling out slightly with dark tough flesh. She rocked her hips against him, pressing his aching head back against the stone wall. "Harder . . ."

He winced, lapping out with his tongue, sliding it against her pulsing hot labia, tasting her ashy draconic flavor as he licked up past the pulsing nub of her clit. Her claws continued to press in against his skull as she shuddered and he lapped in again and again in quickening succession.

"_ Harder. _" She roared, wings unfurling behind her menacingly. He closed his eyes, tongue straining as it drilled into her torrid insides. Her banded muscles clenched around him like a vice, mouth wide against her scales as he began to pump desperately into her and her claws relaxed slightly. Her powerful scent was seeping into his mind as he lost himself in pleasuring her, her clenching passage seeming to tug his fleshy tongue longer and thicker with every lap. She grumbled in pleasure, a wry smile pulling up at the edges of her muzzle as she looked down and saw green scales begin to grow in on his cheeks.

His head was swimming, her insistence drawing his focus away from the halting sensation of his face creaking out into a muzzle as his tongue throbbed, slick glistening draconic pleasure welling out around it. Her heavy breasts jostled as she rammed her hips against his face, insides writhing like a torrid vice before she hissed and drew back slowly.

"Good . . ." She nodded as she looked down at him. The assassin's eyes widened, crossing as his tongue pulled back from her black cleft. It was longer, a tapered writhing fleshy mass with a faint fork at the end, much like her own. He licked over his own slightly sharper teeth as she dragged him away from the wall roughly, laying him on his back and putting a taloned foot on his swollen sensitive chest. "For a start." Her slitted golden eyes narrowed.

She moved her reptilian foot down, long clawed toes grasping around his pulsing erect member through his thin green loincloth. She leaned her weight down, crushing it back against his belly as he writhed and moaned in pain and pleasure. "Now you're starting to get it." Her talons pricked against his skin before she stepped forwards, claws clicking against the floor, straddling his form as she sat down on his heaving chest with a thump, tail flickering down between his legs. "But you've still got a long ways to go . . ." She slid her smooth scaled buttocks back over him, reaching behind herself and squeezing his aching cock, guiding it against her slick pulsing femininity as she rocked back, engulfing his fleshy member as her wings unfurled behind her.

Her powerful insides wrenched around him with almost painfully powerful muscular contractions. The assassin moaned out as she rocked her considerable weight atop of him, riding his shaft as she licked her scaly lips with her twisting tongue. The dragon's hands reached down, bracing against his chest, pressing against his sensitive nipples as she began to knead in time with her rocking passion.

The man groaned out underneath her, mind getting lost in a haze of lust as his hips rocked feebly against her, balls clenching as he reached up against pulled feebly at the backs of her claws while she groped at him. His head rolled back against the floor as her powerful mitts squeezed and circled at the flesh of his chest. It just felt better and better, his skin loosening and beginning to jostle in her grip while his nipples stiffened, widening out into taut pink points.

The feeling of the dragon slamming herself down over him again and again made a tight pressure build up inside of him, prickling heat seething at the base of his spine. A scaly bulge pressed out from his back, slithering along the floor as he moaned out, tip growing banded brown fluffy fur that he could feel rubbing against the floor as his new appendage tugged fitfully from side to side.

All of those feelings were overwhelmed by her tight muscular insides wrenching down around him, the pulsing flesh of his cock feeling like it was being stretched and kneaded, sensations condensing while his testes pulled tighter and tighter against him, taut scrotum quivering. All the repressed lust that he had felt while skulking through the harem was bubbling out in his mind. The sensations percolated inside of him, making his entire body tingle and tense, gray and brown fur bursting out in symmetrical patches while other parts of his skin slicked down into smooth sensitive scales.

The dragon laid down atop of him, her heavy breasts mashed against his own as they swelled larger. Her talons grabbed his forming muzzle, yanking him into a savage kiss as his blue eyes flew wide open. The feeling of her reptilian tongue entwining with his own made him groan out muted moans against her as his head creaked out into a fuller muzzle, teeth sharpening as their tongues slid over them. The light gray fur of his breasts tickled her dark thick nipples as her talons coaxed his light hair into a striped brown mane that ran down his shoulders, floofing out all the way down his thick twisting tail. His nails thickened into dark retractable claws that slid against her scales as she ravished him.

The assassin's body writhed as it changed, gaunt appearance gaining curves as his hips widened and corded muscles bulged under his fur and scales. Her tongue pressed deep into the back of his throat as he gargled around it helplessly, darkness creeping into the glistening skin between his legs. The orgasm hit him suddenly, his back arching against the ground as his tail writhed. He came with such force that it felt like his balls were being squeezed, tugged against his body as his shaft pulsed and splashed out his male essence inside of her.

She didn't stop though, latching onto him and riding him harder as the sensations began to change. Instead of sliding inside of her, he was now grinding against her snatch with slick, nearly frictionless contact. As his cock dwindled with every gout of seed, the darkness seeped into the slick skin where his tightly squeezed balls had all but disappeared. His hands wrapped around her neck, shapely malleable breasts pressed tight against her own as two quivering feminine lips formed amongst the banded scales of his crotch, glistening as she rubbed her own cleft against him. His shaft pulled back further into a pulsing button of pleasure, new clit grinding against her own as his pulsing newly formed femininity shook, clenching and throbbing before his body went stiff.

She reached a scaly hand in between them, squeezing and scraping against their bared slits with tight desperate need. Then she snarled, bending her great scaly tail in, smooth tip plunging into his virgin orifice as she sank her claws into her own sodden snatch. That was all that was needed for them both to crash over the edge of orgasm, pussies writhing in great heaving tugs, leaking out musky clear pleasure against each other as they rocked and moaned and lapped hungrily into each other's maws. His roiling insides tightened like a noose around her probing tail as his muscles all went ballistic, straining in random fitful bursts. And the sensations didn't die down, female climax drawing them on to new unimaginable heights of pulsing needy ecstasy.

"There." She pulled back with a sigh and a smile, tweaking his pink nipples playfully. "Now you can go see the Baron." She cracked her muscular neck to the side as she stood up, grabbing the wrecked remains of the assassin's kit and tossing them unceremoniously into the corner. As he stood up in a daze, she reached down and grabbed his somewhat trodden on veil, fastening it around his muzzle. She threw open the large oak doors behind her and pushed the assassin through, slapping his shapely rear before half closing the door, leaning in and speaking behind him. "You should listen to what he tells you." With a loud thud, she closed the thick oak door completely.

The long empty hallway was simple compared to the rest of the lavish estate, lit by oil lamps periodically placed on the rough cobbled walls. He was panting, mind still ablaze as he stumbled forwards, looking down at his new body. It was an appealing amalgamation of brown and gray fur with accentuated patches of glossy scales. He blushed and licked his lips as his eyes fell on his damply spattered loin cloth.

Everything in this place just seemed unreal. Nothing in his training had prepared him for anything like this. There was something about being here that made him unsure . . . but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. The dragon had spared him . . . but mercy was weakness . . . The cat and the mongoose had also shown him kindness, in their own rather affectionate fashions . . .

But why? The world was a terrible cruel place. How could everyone here be so content . . . His mind just couldn't focus, being unable to pin down the sensation he was feeling. But that was the way it should be. Feelings were weakness . . .

Perhaps he could still complete his mission? He didn't need any tools to be deadly in his own right . . . but that just seemed to matter less and less as he walked down the hall and into the open simple door at the end of it.

There was a bespectacled man in the simple study, writing notes in a worn ledger with an equally utilitarian looking fountain pen. "Ahhh yes. I've been expecting you." The older man scratched at his patchy beard as he looked up over the thick lenses of his glasses.

The assassin's body tensed. He could be over the desk in half a second, and that pen could be lodged in the Baron's throat . . . and then he would be done . . . and he would never need to come to this place again . . . The thought was almost mournful.

The man raised one ink splattered hand. "Now, before you do what you came here to do, I have something for you to consider . . ." He set down his pen gently. "You were raised by the assassins guild since birth, am I correct? Undergoing grueling physical and mental preparation to bring you to where you are today?"

The assassin found himself nodding slowly, muscles still tensed.

"Now think . . . was there any time during your entire upbringing, where you were actually happy?" The man raised his gray brows slightly. "Anything worth remembering? Now compare that to what you have experienced tonight . . ."

The assassin had never really considered it before. He paused raising a paw up to stroke the underside of his muzzle as he thought.

"Now, most of the women that you met tonight have come from similar . . . diverse backgrounds such as your own, but they were all given a choice, and they chose to live for themselves."

It wasn't something the assassin had ever thought about before. But who would give the orders . . . how was he to know what to do?

"Now, other people will always try to interfere with happiness, thinking that the best way to please themselves is to take things from others: coin, land, lives . . ." He stared up at the assassin with his light brown eyes. "But I've chose to measure my wealth in the lives of the people around me, and it has made me a very wealthy man indeed."

The soft spoken older man steepled his fingers as the assassin rubbed his face with a paw, trying to collect his thoughts.

"There will always be people who will live by taking from others, crafty devious men who think that the only way to win, is to cause others to lose." He coughed softly, covering his mouth with a hand before he continued. "And I could always use one more person willing to deter men such as those. Someone who knows how to deal with the deadly arts . . . No one would know of course, if you don't tell them. Everyone would assume you were dead . . ." He shrugged as if considering. "So, I'm not going to force this upon you, but I do ask that you consider my offer." He took a piece of paper from the side of the desk, spinning it to face the assassin before pressing it forwards and placing his pen at the line near the bottom.

The assassin approached cautiously, looking down at the paper, reading the words slowly:

_ Employment Contract - Profession: Bodyguard . . . _

"Is this acceptable to you?" The old man smiled warmly as the hybrid creature dressed in luscious green silks reached down to pick up the pen.

The assassin signed the paper with an X, not bothering to read the fine print before he looked up awkwardly and cleared his throat: "Yes . . . Yes, I think it is."