<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>"Of course I'm working for ya, hun," Cinder says in an off-hand way, "and thanks for the advance. I'm kinda hard-up for cash, or was. Apprecish."<br/><br/>She gives the elf a once-over, realizing for the first time just how close the girl was to exhaustion.<em>Lightweight</em>. "C'mon, let's get ya home. We'll start first thing in the morning."<br/><br/>Cinder escorts Virella home, tucks her in, and is kind enough not to try anything as the girl drifts off. She's lying, of course, about waiting until morning. She works alone,<em>never</em>with clients. They just get in the way and always think they know better. Can't have the little mage slowing her down.<br/><br/>Back at the inn, Cin arrives to find the place already cleaned up (a service she pays extra for), smelling like incense instead of a dozen different kinds of cum. She changes into her armor and straps her sword on her hip and tucks a dagger in her boot. She straps a small satchel containing her gear to her back, and is out the door.<br/><br/>All trouble aside, banging a virgin would be nice. There are limits to what she can get away with, of course, but not many; there are, after all, only so many people who can track a loose monstergirl in or out of Pandora's realm. That's worth a virgin or two every now and then.<br/><br/>But not tonight. Tonight, she works.<br/><br/>Everyone has a scent. Everyone, and scents don't change, not if your nose is keen enough, and Cinder's would make a bloodhound question his manhood. Virella's scent is fresh on her tongue. She could follow it blind-drunk and not miss a beat. She picks it up at the inn and follows it back to the academy. Not that she doesn't know where the academy is; but practice is practice. She could pull rank. The Council doesn't mess around when it comes to monstergirls. No siree, especially not doppelgangers and succubi. But that would involve dealing with the headmistress, and paperwork, and if there is one thing Cinder hates--besides flaccid penises, it's paperwork.<br/><br/>No, better to sneak in and get what she needs. No fuss no muss.<br/><br/>Besides, it pays to keep in practice.<br/><br/>Scaling the outer wall is pie, as is avoiding the sentries. Cinder bypasses the student dorms, the lecture halls, and the communal labs and heads straight for the staff hall, a massive old keep off to the south of the campus. She is silent as the shadows as she scales the keep wall and steals into the fourth floor window. Fifth floor would be senior staff. Floors one through three, junior staff, putting Virella right in the middle. A guess, but a good one.<br/><br/>Once inside, it's simply a matter of reading brass plates. She's about halfway down the hall when she finds<em>V. Sundrop</em>. Aww, how cute.<br/><br/>She drops to her knees in front of an ornate brass knob and begins taking out her tools...