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I can probably post today after school.

yup

Aw, thanks! Although, I used like as in romantic interest. The "mentioning your char getting naked" left me wondering was all. Anyway, now I suppose it's just “ehhh I’ll see what she’s made of before I cast a full opinion” thingy, right?

Question for @Die Shize Does your character like mine? Note for @AngryCacti Gachi likes your character. Note for @Darling König Gachi is fucking terrified of vampires. I mean she'll be civil but she doesn't trust Reinhardt. I think that could be a fun plot point to exploit in the future.

Karla listened intently to Lynch and the rest of the eager crew. She waited for a natural opening in the flow of the conversation and decided to kill time while she listened by examining the spirits. With uncivil scrutiny, she brought the lip of a bottle under her nose, frowned, set the bottle down hastily, and tried again. Her cruel catholic upbringing had made her relish spiting her teachers. Her manners were stored away disdainfully and only used for her advantage. Karla went on sniffing the bottles, not looking for lacing, but a smell. She found it tucked away in a large blue polished decanter. The liquid smelled like molasses, but it also had the faintest whiff of citrus. She was serving herself a tumbler-full of the stuff when the conversation swerved her way. She stirred the contents of her flagon, looked up and nodded, “I could sneak aboard the vessel; help out— y’all,” she said pointing indiscriminately towards the group’s general direction. “But you’d be wasting a hell of an edge. See, I’m what you call a bit of an artist at what I do, and what I do is lie. Natural knack for it,” she said pulling out an assortment of evidence, coins, wallets, pouches, flasks, jewelry, and knives from the long pockets of her coat. “I'm a con artist and a thief, but y’all—y’all can call me Gachi.” She cleared her throat, “From what I got, someone’s gonna need to infiltrate the ship Otherwise, the logbook is gonna take a dive overboard. Once the ship's in siege, the cap’ll try to destroy the records. Burning the evidence, y’know?” “Say, I board the ship with the front of a courtesan, steal the records, knock out the cap, and slash my way out. Think ‘bout it, two gals wasting targets on the outside, me eating their defenses from the inside out. It’s a good way to weaken the beast.” “Only concern is I’ll be in the thick of it when the attack starts.” “My cavalry,” she said eyeing the girls—especially the tall, dark, cocky, leather-clad brute-of-a-woman, languishing backwards in her chair her seat “better get there quick. Else, I’ll be outed and gutted before I can save the precious prints.” She took a swig of rum and chuckled to herself.

I'm alive-- and more importantly will be posting later on today

The ladies clustered by the crevice of the door. They invited fellows upstairs with them-if they payed the right price. Melt your worries away, honey. Come stay with me. I'll be so good to you-or bad-If that's what you want. Hey, I don't judge every man has their kink. And Karla stood among them. Not that she was selling, although she looked the part in a low cut-dress and a slight skirt hiking up to her thighs. It was a good way to attract marks. Men she teased and then robbed blind before they lay a finger on her. She’d adopted the girl's behavior and flocked to the men, but never close enough to have a shot at scoring a customer. Her eyes focused on the men and woman who strolled past Louie’s entertainment and revolting food to the meeting upstairs. She wanted to know what she would have to deal with if she accepted Avarice’s invitation. She counted two slight women armed to the teeth, and a Dhampir. She was terrified of vampires—as a child sleeping in the streets, she was haunted by vivid nightmares where she woke to find vampiros suckling on the grooves of her arm. She had shut up her childhood reservations and allowed him to room with her the night she’d met Avarice. He had recruited her for a hush-hush operation for her street smart, charming ways, easy lies, and sleight of hand. But petty thieving, cons, and fixed games of cards were a difficult way to sustain a person, and she did want to get out of Louie’s tavern. She pulled on a contraband blue naval jacket and headed to the roof, grooming her wild black hair, away from the pesky buttons as she did them. Only her slender brown ankles and a peek of her fishnet stockings from her previous outfit were visible. The inside garment was a tool and distraction, but the outside layer was comforting and familiar, brutish in appearance, and worn ragged. She crawled past the small hallway leading to the roof. “Long time no see,” she smiled and clipped the door closed with the side of her hip.

It's cool.

Wait Up. I'm having some issues with the the post after mine (the most recent one). Yo, @Darling König Karla is not a prostitute. She is a thief masquerading as a prostitute. She uses her sex appeal to rob, smuggle, and cheat. Call her a tease, but she isn't gonna have sex for cash in the story. Plus, she is not in the same bed as her guests. She has her hay "nest" in the corner of the room. She gave Reinhardt and Avarice the bed because guests are supposed to be more comfy than hosts.

Sounds neat. Think I just need a conversation to get Karla on board with the op. Then, I'm good to move on to the next thread.

"I am at you your disposal madame." "Pleased to make your acquaintance" she quipped with genteel pretense and a low exaggerated curtsy. Duchess winced and drew her lips back in mild embarrassment. She noted Emy working a few blokes by the bar, and decided chatting up the blokes would be easier than keeping up with Abby's games. "Mr. Lynch, my handsome politician, it has been a lovely chat, but I'm afraid I have to go." "I'll see you around," Karla answered. Duchess retired from the table with a proper curtsy, feeling a lump rub against her ribs. There was a small furrow in the front panel of her corset. A tear that spidered from minuscule wear along the lacing into a full-fledged slash, and there, stuffed in the layers of lining and bone was a crinkled wad of dollars. Karla hadn't made her pay for the beer after all, she had smuggled its cost into the cut of Duchess' brassiere when she pranced onto her lap. She thought about the slight black-haired girl heading upstairs with two strangers double her size and weight. She hugged the cash closer to her skin hoping that funny little crook could handle herself. Karla crouched at the foot of the stairs. "This way gentlemen," she exclaimed throwing her arms towards a rickety staircase leading up a winding shaft. She crawled up the steep and narrow corridor on all fours, aware her ass was in front of the men's faces. She wondered, in something between amusement and embarrassment, if a dress would've been more appropriate. It'd hide the silhouette of her legs, but it wouldn't hide her rump, distinguished, wriggling up ahead, by a faint beam of blue moonlight emanating from a small window. She was undisturbed by neither the convulsions nor the whining sounds of sex rousing from the walls on either side of the shaking shaft. She was familiar with the smell, the sounds, and the sway of brothels. The corridor leveled ten seconds in and she was able to stand. She offered her hand to the disgruntled men crawling up the hall. The corridor housed about twelve rooms. Six on either side of the shaft. The rotting floorboards screeched under her foot as she shambled left down the rocking hall to the last room. She unlocked the latch, and heaved the door open with the force of her body-weight. A pigpen, the floor covered with hay and knickknacks, was just visible from the light seeping in from various cracks along the floorboards and plastered walls . Karla motioned towards a bale of hay decorated with a gar of bedding. She emptied a little closet conjoined to the wall and pulled out a fur skin and some blankets. She placed them lovingly on the bed. As for her, she holed up in a small corner of the room stuffed with hay, blankets and clothes. Her little nest.

For now, I'll post this thing and try to move on to the raid.

I love the idea

Karla stared to the empty spot to her right coming up with a thousand schemes. Little giggling voices rallied in favor of testing her luck. She shushed them. " You haven't found a place to sleep? Eesh, Ya'll should get your priorities straight, this town isn't kind to newcomers. I'd know." Duchess returned carrying a frothing mug of beer. She shook the foam dripping from her knuckles and dragged a chair closer. " Speaking 'bout" she said with a graceful flip of her curls, "Abby, you can drop the accent, there are no marks to entertain here." Karla smiled thankfully at Duchess. The accent was starting to strain her throat, and cramp her tongue. " Bad habit." she murmured guzzling her beer. " Lost the native accent a few years ago, but it makes for a hell of an exotic sideshow. Picture it from their perspective, " she said pointing a sniper finger to some men popping coins in a wind-up sonophone. " A Catalina babe, fresh of the boat, in a vampy little getup, offering prizes if you can beat her in a card game. Hell of a gimmick." She smacked her lips, "Give me a sec, I'll go talk to Louie. Maybe he'll give me some change if I get him some boarders." Louie watched Karla chat it up with some newbies soliciting workers in the corner stand. He knew her routine and housed the girl because she pulled in a few regular dupes with her looks. On the not-so-honest nights, she was kind enough to treat him with food. Plus, she was good company. "Gachi" "Louie" "What you got for me tonight, Birdy?" he asked. She pulled a wad of change from the kick in her bust and set it on the table. She took off 30 for the beer and gave him a few coins. Louie smiled, combed back his thinning mist of hair, and slid the change into his apron. " I also got you some boarders." "Mr. Mayor and the gnoll?" "Gnoll?" "The hyena thing." "Ohhh. Yeah, those guys." " Word is, their working up some sort of hit and run in the port" " They must have some good money" "That, and the booty from the raid. If you are interested, of course" " I'll see about that. What about you old man?" "Nah, Birdy. I got a good thing going on here with this joint and its patrons." " You mean the prosties and the thieves?" "Call it what you will." "Can they stay?" "Who?" " The guys." "I don't have room for them tonight, The girls are busy with the rooms." The roof thumped rhythmically above their heads. "Maybe they can stay at my room?" "Sure, I'll give you a nice cut if that's what you want." "Yeah, I gotta make some change out of them somehow, and I couldn't swipe them." "OK, Birdy. Take your time" "Bossman says it's OK." Karla said returning to the table. "the offer is open to you too...Sir" she asked looking at the Dhampir.