<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/>On a nearby rooftop, a thoroughly confused thug stared at the hooded girl; a slight glimmer of unhealthy thoughts shimmering in his eyes. Certainly he was feeling proud of himself... or was it only the pressure of his pants against his already raging erection? The girl who had sold her ass for the silence of his lips wanted to ... pay more? The thug rubbed his cleanly shaven scalp, feeling awkward. Try as he might, he couldn't remember this happening before. Usually, the girls were more than eager to escape his presence as soon as he was done. But this one... was taking off her clothes until only the sandals and bracers were left on her, then lubing her ass and bending over a chair, offering her nicely shaped backside. Her voice sounded so impatient as she urged him to take her again.<br/><br/>The thug looked around, searching for clues for an illusion spell, or a dream. Nope. The sun was high and scorchingly bright. The smells of the world as pungent and repulsive as usual. Pinching did nothing to wake him either. And the pale, slim girl was still there, waggling her behind, knuckles white as she gripped the chair she was bent over. Thick muscles made his plentiful tattoos dance as he reached out, fingertips leaving bruises where he grabbed her hips. The pained cry as he slammed his rigid manhood into her made nearby birds take flight. She was so small compared to him. Just the way he liked. And he had until evening to have his fun with her tight ass.<br/><br/>Life was good.<br/><br/>(ooc: heh, perhaps I can have the thug as a recurring NPC/criminal contact in the city now? Also, I'll count this as "rest" to get rid of the penalty.)