<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/402/402340.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/db/e9/cf/dbe9cf5fe0e93ceb0b2c4707e6679664--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div><br/>Sophie had only half been listening as she flattened herself out on her stomach, groping for the nearest eel which had just managed to wriggle its way out of her reach, her plump round ass poised high in the air like an offering of fruit on an altar. It wasn't until she heard his boots kicking the gravel as he walked away that she pushed herself up by her hands and tossed her wet and tangled mess of hair from her pale and annoyed face, glaring once again at the back of his head as he retreated out of sight.<br/><br/>"Asshole!"<br/><br/>So-Mad bellowed after him, receiving only his steady gait away as a reply.<br/><br/>"Dry off? With fucking what? Eels?" She spit, the taste and texture of their slime still pooling in her mouth. She could feel it on her skin and it made her feel lewd in ways she had both nether experienced or ever wanted to again.<br/><br/>With a great heave, she managed to get her feet under her and pull herself up to her not so dignified height, picking pebbles that had stuck to her skin and noticing how they made her legs and palms look all scaley. As if she needed to be reminded of the eels anymore. Sophie twisted her long blue-black hair, tugging so angrily on it you'd have thought she was trying to ring out the entire ordeal. Sadly, she only managed water.<br/><br/>A breeze wafted in, taunting their wet skin with a chill that had goosebumps swimming over her naked battered form.<br/><br/>"Les..." she croaked in a defeated tone. "Les, we gotta get this over with as quickly as possible." She groaned, eyeing with contempt the spot their not quite hired help had vanished.<br/><br/>The red-head nodded, her hands currently busy with squeezing the water out of her own locks. She’d slipped the long, large white shirt over her head, ignoring the wet spots her body made against the fabric. She was as close as ever to defeated but the task of getting dressed was one she could accomplish.<br/><br/>“Agreed. Sssoooo agreed.” Her words were soft and clipped as she set Sophie’s pile of clothes closer to her. The words were the first she had spoken since she had been pulled from the river of eels by their dick of a savior. With her undershirt in place, her vest came next and she laced it with quick, mechanical movements. “We need him now, that’s the only reason I’m not quitting.”<br/><br/>She pulled on her leggings next, working to shimmy the skin-tight material over her still-damp curves. “But gods-be-damned we need a break… And as soon as this job is done, he’s got to go.”<br/><br/>Sophie had to admit, the idea of getting their money and never seeing that infuriating man again perked her up a bit, unlike realizing she looked more like a drowned afghan hound than a proud noblewoman upon spotting her reflection in a puddle. She stalked, kicking rocks like a dejected child as she sulked over to her clothing.<br/><br/>"We don't need him after we get the silver, anyway."  She remarked, bending over to move her boots and shake out her leather pants, the hide snapping crisply in the air as bits of straw took wing.<br/><br/>"If he's as decent as he appears with that excessively large sword, we'll get enough cash to figure out a better plan and..."<br/><br/>She didn't have the heart to say 'no more stables' as the memory of their night was still as fresh and tender as the bruises on her ego as well as bottom.<br/><br/>Unfolding her freshly cleaned boots and satchel, Les tugged them on before trying to finger-comb through her hair to braid it. “I just….” She sighed for a moment, curling her upper lip in thought to try and find the words for her next sentence. “….*hate* that he always get the upper hand!”<br/><br/>Pulling up her knees, she stood, tieing the end of her braid tight and securing the last pieces of clothing onto her form. “Once this lesson…job…quest- thing! Is over. We get him back. Dunk him in a river full of eels or something!”<br/><br/>The raven-haired girl nodded somberly, attempting to tug the britches up her thick, moist thighs. At the end of her struggle, she found herself panting with mounting irritation. Somehow the damage done to the clothing was undone and they had been restored to their clean but still cheap as shit state.<br/><br/>"Or dump a tankard of cheap beer over his head after tying his boots to the bar..." She suggested, purple gaze going misty as she stared into the forest without actually seeing the trees.<br/><br/>After much wiggling and rearranging of damp fabric, Sophie was finally pulling her sopping hair from her face, shivering at the way it soaked her vest and shirt, leaving her back frigid in the breeze. Her mood kept her from trying anything as neat and tidy as a braid and she instead opted to just tie it in a knot at the back of her neck.<br/><br/>"Let's go get this over with." She grumped to her companion while strapping on the useless sword.<br/><br/>The pair trudged up the hill towards where Sir Asshat had indicated, the atmosphere was so dark and depressing that it clung as thick to the pair as a fog of war.