It is time for another heist, and last time the well en-bosomed merchant and her thief companion stole vital paperwork from the largest merchant guild in Slieht, but this time, have they met their match?

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(Spoilers)
(Character Quote: "We are not for hire." -Chestnuts)


(Quick guide:

Stealing bread, Chest eating bread, breast vore, plotting.

After 1st: The heist. Busted. Guard, breast vore, tumble, booby bounce the bouncer.

After 2nd: Dealings, prospects, propositions.

After 3rd: Considering offer, tragedy.

After 4th: Epilogue. )



(Legend:

Cent: Short term for centimetre.
Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates.
Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)


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[Story preview:

The workroom was dark with a mere sliver of light peering in through a closed window hatch. I lowered the shield off of the wall, depicting an inscription of a quill writing on a hammer, and and hoisted it towards Chestnuts.
“You got it?” I asked.
“Just gimmie a moment,” came her reply.
“On that topic ”
You felt the muscles in your arm stiffen, whilst the sinew in your leg twitched in anticipation for a sprint. That voice


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