Greed God chapter 139

March 15th 2016 Gemworld 9:00 PM EDT

The  next night I made my way to the headquarters of the Bone Barons. I'd  left the stockpile of pills at home, since I wouldn't be needing them  tonight. I had my glamour on, and my mask on under it. The glamour would  serve for dealing with nobodies, but I couldn't swap the features on  the mask because of the randomization. Having a stable Opal accepted  face would be important for multiple situations I could envision, so the  few glamours I'd got were a better option for short jobs.

My  current visage was a handsome, square jawed Opal man in his early  twenties. Not so earthshatteringly good looking he would draw attention,  but enough for me to work with and to justify my confidence. I was  wearing a pair of average quality clothes, the kind that people from the  upper crust wore to blend in with the riffraff, so it was obvious I was  well to do without showing any wealth to actually steal. Dealing with  thieves you had to be subtle like that. Show enough affluence that they  take you seriously but not actually tempt them with anything that can  betray you.

Which was how I found myself here at the  Lonesome Boatman. The Boatman was the Bone Lords home base, and one of  the more secure areas in the city outside the palace. The bar was  located underground, below the streets, in some sort of manmade lake or  reservoir in the sewers where it was nearly impossible to find unless  you had an in. Luckily I'd bribed a few people and there was enough  turnover that a new face wouldn't draw too much attention.

The  bar itself was a wooden building constructed on a floating wood  platform. There was a long dock leading out to the platform itself, and  the rest of the lake was full of some noxious looking neon green sludge  that appraisal informed me was extremely toxic. Scattered throughout the  green lake I could see broken rowboats, pillars of wood, and debris  from boats and people alike, and walking down the dock toward the  entrance I got the strong feeling that the bones floating in that stuff  came from people who didn't show the proper respect.

The  building was well built and sturdy, though not fancy at all. Thick, dark  wood put together into a durable shape with large dark metal nails. The  construction was as basic and simple as you could get, which I imagine  kept repait costs down. Still, it was a homey sort of place, if you went  in for crime dens, and it was clear the people were comfortable there  as I stepped through the unblocked doorway and into the crowded tavern  full of Opal residents.

Unlike one might expect if they  watched too many movies, every0ne didn't stop and turn to look at me as I  walked in. There was no oppressive silence, no record scratch, everyone  just ignored me because this was a bar and nobody had time for that  shit when they were getting their drink on. I glanced around the room,  enjoying the sights as I took in the main headquarters of the Bone  Barons.

The first thing I noticed were the waitresses. The  Bone Barons didn't go in for all those skimpy costumes, their  waitresses walked around bare ass naked. They were all thick girls with  fat jiggly asses and plump tits that bounced as they delivered drinks,  and the members of the gang would grab a handful as they liked without  getting any lip. There were a few naked guys around too, though they  obviously amused me less, but the female members of the gang (there were  several) were just as hands on.

Everyone was drinking and  cheering, a few people were playing card games, and it looked like one  table was home to a pair of men playing what looked like a version of  bloody knuckles that involved using foreheads instead of fists,  headbutting each other back and forth until one gave in. Even my  dragonkin skull ached a bit at that image, and I had fucking horns when I  wanted them.

I looked over the place, watching the people  nearby and dismissing them each as I glossed over their appraisals.  Bruiser, thief, weapons dealer. None of these people were what I needed.  I needed someone to mark who was in with the leadership. Who wouldn't  be questioned. Preferably a woman I could fuck into submission instead  of having to slowly win someone over, so that meant my preference was  for someone younger and less powerful. I glanced across the room until I  finally spotted a target behind the bar.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Sindara Bonespur- G ranked  necromancer. Daughter of Alaric Bonespur, leader of the Bone Barons,  Sindara is her father's perfect princess. Treated like a beloved little  sister by the whole gang (the ones still alive anyway) Sindara has her  father's ear on most subjects, and is a willful and excitable girl.]

She  was gorgeous. Full lips, patrician nose, high cheekbones, and raven  black hair. Her skin was a swirling pattern of white and dark blue, but  it seemed less static than most opal citizens I'd seen, almost like the  patterns were shifting, though I realized quickly it was just an  illusion. Her tits weren't huge, apple sized from what I could see under  her tight leather vest, which admittedly was quite a bit since she had  nothing under it, but she had a spoiled princess vibe I kind of enjoyed.  I decided she would be an excellent target.

I made a  mental note to just beat the shit out of the next gang member to get my  Brand on them. I didn't have time to take a cunt tasting tour of the  whole capital, no matter what my draconic lust was telling me. But I  could make room for one sassy little bitch at least. Might as well taste  the local cuisine while I was here. I strolled up the the bar, slumping  down into the nearest stool to her with a weary sigh. "Barkeep, a pint  of your best mead. I've just come off a long journey and I could use  something to drown my sorrows.

Sindara perked up at that  last bit, and I smiled internally. Spoiled little rich girls ALWAYS love  to hear about far away places. That grass is greener shit gets all up  in their ass. She stepped over to pick a bottle (a midrange one, which I  took as a good sign. It wasn't too pricey, but she didn't give me that  cheap shit either) and pour it into a large mug. She slemmed it down and  pushed it over to me. Closer up I could see that she was about my age.  My real age rather, eighteen or so. Younger was better. Teen girls were  always an easier fuck, and I didn't have time for a milf hunt.

I  gave her an absent nod, not paying more attention to her than necessary  to get my drink before taking a long pull and fixing my eyes on the  bartop, seemingly staring at nothing. First rule of looking like you've  seen some shit, ignore everything around you. When you completely lose  yourself in your thoughts it makes people infinitely more curious about  what they pertain to. I didn't sigh or look downtrodden, just stared  blankly, nursing my mead, which was actually pretty good.

I  could sense Sindara getting impatient with me, and finally she smacked  her hand down on the bar. "Hey! You have to pay for that you know?" I  looked up absently, as if just remembering she was there, and dropped a  couple of H ranked opals on the counter. I overpaid, but I did it like  it didn't matter which cemented in her mind that I was not only hot an  unattainable, but I was also rich. She scooped them up, taking all of it  with a pout that made it clear that she wasn't giving me change when I  was ignoring her, not that she knew I could even see that. I was  watching her in the reflection off my mead.

She finally  had enough of waiting and leaned over, flashing me some of those sweet  little apple titties over the bar as she said enticingly. "So, how are  you enjoying your mead? I like sweet things sometimes too, though I  prefer harder fare most of the time. What about you? What kinds of  things do you usually drink?" Despite the bedroom eyes and the cleavage,  the line had been a genuine question, and attempt to pry information  about my travels from me. She wasn't interested enough for a come on  yet, though I could change that easily.

I took a long sip,  drawing out the pull longer than I needed to and looking her right in  the eyes as I swallowed gulp after gulp. Making her wait would establish  that I was answering at my sufferance, which would make it all the  easier for her to accept me as an authority figure. I finished the mug  and slammed it down. She stared at me, obviously waiting for my answer  after the delay. I flicked my eyes down at the mug and she snarled in  frustration, turning around and grabbing another bottle of mead to fill  the mug. This one was much higher end than the first, and I smiled  internally. Good she was learning.

I watched her ass as  she turned. It wasn't particularly plump, but it had a nice tone to it,  and she had well muscled thighs. I made sure my gaze was back on the bar  when she turned and slammed the mug back down, mead sloshing over the  edge of the rim as she glared at me. I smiled slightly, picked up the  mug, and took a much longer, slower sip, draining about a third of the  mug and enjoying the much higher quality flavor. I gave a sigh of  contentment as I set it down. "I enjoy wine. Moon berries have a lovely  flavor."

She ate it up. I'd made her work so long and hard  for the comment that she pounced on it like scraps. "Moon berries? Like  from the Moonstone kingdom? I've never had them. I hear they're very  sweet, the wine must be delicious." She flushed a bit, leaning over  toward me again. "So you have any I might try? I've always wanted to  taste them. They sound simply delectable. I would be happy to return  your opals, and your drinks for tonight would be complimentary." She  averted her eyes shyly. "If you don't have any though that's fine. You  can always bring me some another time. If you make a second trip to the  city anytime soon."

I gave a long, slow grin. I wasn't in  by any means, but that was an excellent start. Women making future plans  to see you was a great first step for fucking them. Knowing my cloak  would cover my pouch I reached down into it and pulled out a small flask  of Moon Berry wine. Carrying this wasn't a huge deal, so I wasn't  worried about attracting attention. Honestly I could have pulled it  right from the pouch in plain view given the small size, but it never  hurt to be careful. I passed her the wine and she took a sip.

Her  cheeks flushed darker and she gave a low moan of approval as she sipped  the wine, passing it back to me with an embarrassed cough when she  realized the sounds she was making. "It's very good, thank you." She  swallowed hard. "As promised your drinks are free tonight, but only the  ones I pour you." She gave me another smile. "So you'll need to tell me  stories to keep me around to keep drinking. You can start with telling  me about Moonstone kingdom. I'd love to hear what it's like there. I  can't believe you traveled so close to Amethyst. I hear people there are  very hostile to citizens from Opal." She propped her elbows on the bar  and put her head in her hands, settling in, and I did what I did best. I  started to lie. I gave her a half hour before she was on her back, but  hey, maybe I could get some info even before we got started.