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On a small stone column in the middle of the room you found what you were looking for: shining in the moonlight from a small opening in the ceiling that seemingly only had been created for this very purpose lay an amulet.
It looked inconspicuous - boring some might even say, but you knew of the power its held. And so did your mysterious client that sent you out to get it.
So you had spent weeks trying to get an opportunity to get into the place of this nobleman and steal it. And today it had been it: the revelry of the illustrous party still made itself heard here in this room, deep in the guts of this enormous mansion.
Getting into this palace of a place had been the hardest part, but this now? This seemed like child's play. Your checks had found no traps, still you wondered why someone would put such a treasure so openly on display.
You stretched out your hand, your fingers looked almost snow-white when they entered the pale moon light.
"Do you know how to catch a mouse?"
Your heart dropped, your fingers twitched back from the amulet and your eyes widened in panic. Not only had you been caught red-handed, but that silky voice...
It had been almost exactly ten years since you had last heard it but you had not forgotten it. Not in bit. And neither had it lost its effect on you, it seemed.
You gulped - no way out of this it seemed.
"Your lines seemingly haven't improved although you had ten years to polish them." You did not turn around but kept staring at your bounty infront of you - because you feared what might happen when you did.
"Ah, so pleasantly brutal - just like I remembered you." You heard the voice coming closer - and with it footsteps that surely hadn't been there before.
"Come on, humour me, darling", the voice drew out the last word and basically let it whip off its tongue "Just for the sake of old times."
"By putting out cheese?", you replied dryly. You could feel a presence nearing, making all your hairs stand on end. All your senses screamed at you to run, run, and never look back.
But long, elegant fingers with some gold rings on them started to run over your hips in the dress you'd stolen specifically to blend in at this stupid party.
You looked down to see well manicured male hands stroke over your midline - back and forth, slowly, and with more and more grip. You could see the hem sleeves of a dark red satin doublet, finely embroidered in gold. And the memory of these hands - combined with the chocolatey voice made your heart flutter like the wings of a trapped butterfly; as much in fear as in twisted excitement.
Then the voice was directly at the nape of your neck. So close, you felt a curl of hair - that you were sure would be white if you looked - tickle your pointy ear.
"And do you know what that there is?", the voice whispered to you in a tone that was made for candle light, bedrooms and messed up sheets.
"The cheese?", your voice trembled in reply. You could barely keep still while the hands' grip on you tightened even more.
"Very good, my little mouse", the voice chuckled softly into your ear.
"And what does that make you?", you asked in a futile attempt to not let yourself get overwhelmed completely.
"The cat!"