Belethor frowned. "I suppose you have a point..." he said, rubbing his chin. She had indeed shelled out for a number of smaller incidents, half of which he'd fabricated just to gouge her. While he wasn't lying this time and really did have to recoup a pretty large bribe he'd been forced to pay, he decided he could take some of that to the chin this time to keep a loyal customer on the hook. "Okay, look," he began, "I can knock it down to 1750, absolute minimum, and that's still not breaking even. I may be able to shave off a bit more if you have something to barter with, but I can't do any better than that."


Selune turns to Neloth, who looked quite irritated at the whole thing.

Sigurd glances up from quietly sweeping the corner of the store and makes an astute observation. "That dress is pretty nice," he says, smiling.

Belethor chuckles. He looks Selune over for a long moment. "You might be right, boy! Looks to be a fine dress, excellent work on the leather and stitching... and with the matching set we could make a good profit off it. Tell you what. I can knock it down to 1450 if you give me your dress, gloves, and boots.

Selune drops her arms in sullen surprise. "You must be jo-"


"It's a deal," Neloth cuts her off.

"But he's obviously kidding!" Selune says.


"Be quiet and give the man your clothes," Neloth commands.

"I--" Selune starts. She sighs and sinks a bit. "Fine. As you command, Master."

"Well I..." Belethor begins, but as Selune begins to shrug off her clothes, he decides it would be better to just be quiet and enjoy.

She shed all but her underthings (Neloth had forbidden her from wearing a bra today), folded them carefully, and placed them on the table. Belethor slid them behind the counter as a self-conscious Selune let her arms drift over her exposed breasts.


"1450 septims, as agreed," Neloth said, sitting the coinpurse on the counter. "I'll be inspecting the shipment personally. If even the slightest thing is out of order, you can expect to hear from us again."

"Of course," Belethor said, nodding and grinning, eyes firmly set on Selune.

"I don't remember giving you permission to cover yourself," Neloth said. Selune dropped her arms with a huff of frustration.


Belethor's grin grew wider. "Pleasure doing business with you," he said. "Hope to, uh... see you again!"

"Give the boy a good look on the way out," Neloth said, "as thanks for his good idea."


Selune stopped in front of Sigurd and glared at him. "Enjoy," she hissed as threateningly as possible, bouncing on her toes to make her tits jiggle, eliciting a wide smile and red cheeks from the shop assistant.

Neloth and Selune made their way towards the city gate. "I'm impressed," Neloth said. "He's absolute scum, but he delivers on his end of the deal. Could do without the obvious price-gouging, but I suppose under-the-table dealings comes with those kinds of risks."

"Could you flaunt a little more?" he continues. "You've got tits nicer than Redoran girls half your age - I should know, I've kidnapped quite a few in my time."


Selune looks at Neloth, surprised. That was perhaps the strangest compliment she'd ever been given, but the strangest thing was it was a compliment from Neloth. "Thank you, Master... I think," Selune replied.

"You're weclome," Neloth grumbled. "Now put a bounce in your step. The guards are looking and I want them to get a good show."