"Keep up with that ungrateful attitude and I'll relieve you of the source of your problem," Neloth said. The glare he shot her told Selune he was quite serious.


"Yes, Master..." Selune sighed. Resigned to her fate, she followed Neloth into the market at Riften. They sought a few items today, most readily available but difficult to get shipped properly, so Neloth took it upon himself to acquire them Usually he'd bring Talvas along, but Selune had proven more knowledgeable about storage and transportation of temperamental alchemical ingredients, so he opted to bring her along instead.

Before long they arrived at a stand that was displaying just about everything they needed. Neloth approached and introduced himself, but the man only seemed confused. They argued back and forth a little before Neloth gave up and stepped close to Selune again. He said to her softly, "This impudent man won't give me a discount! I told him who I was, who I represented. One of those usually works, but this fool won't budge. Wile him down a few Septims, would you?"


A look of irritation crossed Selune's features. "Well this ridiculous outfit will certainly make that a little easier..." she said.

"Ridiculous!?" Neloth spat, keeping his voice low. Selune's heart sank as she realized what she'd done. "Gods' blood, woman. I gave you the privilege of a proper outfit, and you thank me by insulting it to my face. If you're going to be ungrateful, I'll just have to revoke that privilege. Off with it - now."


"H-here? In the market?" This wasn't like the pillar - these people would surely notice her. Still, she'd agreed to do as Neloth commanded without question. She thought about how much she'd learned form him already and, swallowing her pride, said, "Yes, Master..." and began to disrobe.

"Well this is a first..." the salesman muttered as he watched, wide-eyed and shocked, but enjoying the view despite himself. For perhaps the first time in his life, Brynjolf felt just a little bit guilty.

"You'll stay in your uniform until we return to Tel Mithrin," Neloth stated.


"Yes, Master..." Selune said. The small, flimsy thing that passed for her uniform left little to the imagination. She could feel the eyes on her from every direction.

"Hopefully you'll learn your lesson. And no sarcastic back-talk, don't think for a moment I won't take your top next."

"Yes, Master..." Selune sighed.

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