The Strange Journey of Avilea

[Saviorsrd]

 

    So, there I was, sitting at the bar in a dangerously short tunic and sipping my drink, when this guy comes right up behind me and slips his hand under the back of my skirt.

 

    The Silver-Blood inn is a great place for a girl looking for a good time, especially with a rough-and-tumble sort.  You might think, being directly beneath the Temple of Dibella, they’d have plenty to choose from among the acolytes.  You...wouldn’t be wrong exactly, but acolytes want donations to the temple for their trouble, and when they’re about they’re actually not much for lengthy conversation these days.  I wouldn’t dare say their affection is negotiable, but you’d think sex and beautiful girls weren’t trendy anymore.

 

    Plus, no one temple could possibly provide enough sacred prostitutes to meet the demands of an entire mine of strapping young men looking for a fun time.

 

    Right.  My name’s Avilea.  I know I don’t much look like it, but I’m a Bosmer.  Maybe a bit of Altmer in my family tree somewhere, way back.  Of course, I don’t much look like that anymore, but I guess I’m a bit cuter this way.  Or it might be something else.  You’ll see when I get there.

 

    The point is, I was in the Silver-Blood Inn with enough money to pay for some drinks and maybe get someone else to pay for some drinks and maybe a night for two in the inn, even if those stone beds didn’t look at all comfortable.  I’d almost rather be a slave sleeping on the furs on the floor.  Not that I needed another collar around my neck.

 

    Right, I’m stalling.  Or building up.  So, yeah.  Stranger, hand on my ass.  I’d have decked him right there, except I’d kind of been looking forward to this night after a big job, and that included an alibi of getting drunk and laid.  So instead I looked up from my half-finished mead and gave him a smile that was only half unpleasant.  “Usually I want to know my dance partner’s name before he gets his hands there,” I pointed out.  

 

    He was a Nord.  Tall, blond, pretty enough.  I noticed that he didn’t work the mines right away.  He had the muscles for it, but wasn’t quite pale enough.  His hands weren’t calloused right, or enough either.  Mercenary.  Spellsword type, maybe.  A little magic, and a lot of exercise on his off side to keep his strength in balance.  Oh, and his hands seemed to know just how to squeeze my butt to keep me from really wanting to stop him.  

 

    “Oh really?  I don’t think names are what you’re here for, miss no-panties-elf…”  I was about to object, when he pulled out literally the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.  I’m a thief.  I see a lot of pretty rocks.  Even soul gems, which ain’t as valuable as you’d think.  This thing was kind of like a soul gem, or maybe a giant piece of quartz, but it had these...I can only describe them as clouds of fuzzy pink light.  I could see them clearly, like they were floating in diamond, but the rock underneath was a pale, milky pink.  I just...stared.  He said something, and then put it away.  

 

    “Names aren’t what I’m here for,”  I said agreeably.  He squeezed again.  I let out a purr and shifted my weight.  The whole bar could see my rear the way he was stroking it now, but I didn’t care.  Instead, I lifted my mead up.  I noticed there was a pinkish tint to it that I was pretty sure wasn’t there before.  “Did you put something in my drink?”

 

    “Yes,” the man said while his fingers slid gently between my lower cheeks.  “It’ll make you nice and agreeable for what comes next.”

 

    I let out a little whine.  Surprising even me, it wasn’t a fearful one.  “What...what if I don’t want to be agreeable?”

 

    The strange man just smiled.  “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have looked at the stone.  This part is. . . just to make sure you’re doing this of your own will.”

 I looked into his eyes skeptically.  “Flip up your skirt.”  I did, mooning everybody to a number of appreciative whistles.  “See?  I won’t order you to take a drink.  I’ll just stay here, feeling you up and eventually making out with you.  It’ll wear off in, oh, by the next chime of the bell.”  His grin turned predatory.  “And I won’t fuck you.”

 

    I whimpered.  Sure, I could find anyone in the bar for that, but his hand already felt way too good.  You have no idea.  I knew it was magic, that it was only partly me.  

 

    His other hand found my chest.  I gasped and whimpered at him.  I wanted to take a swing, break away, but that just didn’t seem like the right play.  It was probably the stone’s work on me.  “. . .what. . . do you. . . “

 

    “Plan to do?”  He smirked.  “Make you what you are.”  His hand stopped playing with my breast through the tunic and trailed down between my legs.  I resisted of all of a tick before my hand shakily reached out for the mead, and drank it down.  I waited for a minute, then felt...nothing.  I glared at him.  He smirked more widely.  “Pink sugar crystals.  But...you have consented.”

 

    Suddenly, I giggled.  I couldn’t help it.  I didn’t see anything funny about this, but I just had to giggle and coo at him.  “I’ll be your bimbo,”  I said, my lips seeming to move on their own at first.  Then I threw my arms around him, and kissed him passionately.  

 

    Our tongues intermingled for a bit, but apparently he wasn’t done with me.  He broke the kiss off and looked me in my own bright blue eyes.  “Excellent.  Now, the spell requires a great deal of energy, so why don’t you get started.  Take off your tunic and make out with every man in this room.”

 

    I grinned.  “Sounds like fun...Master,” I said.  I don’t know why I said that.  He wasn’t my teacher, and he sure wasn’t my owner.  I’d ditched the indentured servitude thing months ago.  It wasn’t even the fun kind, with service for pussies and cocks and wearing fun clothes and looking pretty for everyone, just a bunch of boring paperwork.

 

    My tunic hit the floor before it hit me that what I’d just thought was not normal.  Do I like to party?  Sure.  Who doesn’t.  But I’m not some . . . some. . . sex obsessed freak.  Just a perfectly normal and healthy sex drive and access to certain herbs that make complications considerably less likely.

 

    Which, Avi, is clearly why you’re currently swapping spit with everyone in the place.  My thoughts that weren’t about obeying my orders were coming to me sluggishly, through a pink fog.  It was just so much easier to kiss the barmaid, the old drunk, the barkeep, the mercenary by the fire….by this point the patrons left at the late hour had all taken notice of my odd behavior, but none tried to stop me.  In fact, the mercenary, whatever his name was, had undone his trousers and guided me down onto his hard cock.

 

    Whatever that pink crystal had done to me, the second the tip of that cock slid into my pussy, I.  Wanted.  More.  I found myself giggling at him.  “Hi, loverboy.  Happy to see me?”  Without waiting for the answer, I began to hump him.  It didn’t take long, Well, didn’t take long for him, and it wasn’t as important that I get mine in.  Just screwing was fun.  There was the start of a pink glow coming from my stomach, but I ignored it.  So did the next two guys.  I think the watch checked on the commotion, but a blowjob for them did the trick…

 

    It was strange that I didn’t feel horrendously wet and sticky as I stepped into the bedroom.  I guess the spellsword had ways of taking care of ‘sloppy seconds’ without needing an actual bath.  I smiled at him coyly, patting the glowing spot on my stomach.  “So, this enough magic for you, sweetie?”

 

    “Oh, not yet,”  Master said.  “It will be some time before the work is . . . complete.  But it is a beginning.”  And then, he pulled out the pink crystal again. 

 

    I fell to my knees, staring and cooing at it.  The dance of the pink clouds held my attention, even as he stood up and let his pants fall off.  The crystal swayed in front of my eyes, back and forth, and each time it passed I was left staring, mouth-watering, at that amazing…

 

    The first time he’d spoken to me, I couldn’t understand anything he had said.  I didn’t even know he was talking to me, really.  This time, when he spoke, I could not only hear it, but it felt like every word went into my ears, bypassed my brain, and went straight to. . . . well, other places.  “Good girl, Candi.  Just watch the crystal and listen to me…”  I did.  After all, nothing else made sense.  Whenever the crystal was in my field of vision, all my thoughts were pink bubbles, popping away like so much noise.  For the few moments I couldn’t see it, I was staring at his yummy cock.  “This crystal makes dreams come true.  You believe this.  But...only very special dreams.  The dreams of girls who want to be Bimbos.”

 

    “Girls who...want to be bimbos,”  I murmured.  My pussy twitched helplessly at the word.

 

    “That’s right,”  Master said gently.  “If a girl can’t resist the pull of the crystal, she wants to be a bimbo...you can’t resist...so…”

 

    “Can’t...resist,”  I said.  “Want to be a bimbo.”

 

    If his voice held a note of triumph, I couldn’t hear it over the popping of bubbles in my head.  “Tell me what you want, Candi?”

 

    A part of me wanted to point out that my name is not Candi, but what I said seemed to pour from my lips unbidden.  “I want to be a bimbo.”

 

    Just like that, he let the crystal come to a stop completely, dangling right in front of my eyes, and thoughts...well, to call them thoughts was overselling it.  Each bit was like a little piece of truth, lodging between my legs and in my hindbrain.  

 

    You are a slut.

    You love cock.

    You love pussy.

    You love pink.

    Blondes just have fun.

    Pink is for girls, Brains are for boys.

    Dumber is better, Sexy is better.

    Giggle more, think less.

    Love to wear makeup

    Show off your body, turn off your brain.

    Perfect hair, blank mind.

    Giggles are pretty.

    Good girls suck, good girls fuck.

 

    “I’m a good girl,” I giggled out as the spell came to an end.  Then I giggled again, as I noticed there was a huge, yummy cock in front of me.  I leaned forward and gently took it between my lips….

 

    Let’s just say stuff happened.  Wasn’t the first night like that, won’t be the last, but when I woke up I didn’t have the expected hangover.  I did feel like a Skooma dealer looks, fuzzy-headed and not-quite-there.  I managed to stumble over to a mirror….

 

 

    I...was...so...hot!  Then I stopped to take a look again.  The truth was...yes and no.  I thought I looked kind of like an exaggerated version of what some dumb Man who had never seen a Mer before might picture as ‘hot elf’.  What the heck had that guy done to me?

 

    Duh, Avi, he made you someone’s wet dream...hmm…  I squeezed my legs together, not as bothered by that thought as I probably should have been.  I looked around the room, and found the cutest pair of pink panties left on the end of the bed for me.  My armor was nowhere to be seen.  I didn’t care.  I just had to show those off to everyone.

 

    You need to comb your hair, and makeup, and new clothes to show off what you are.

 

    I needed to go up to the Temple of Dibella, and then to the armorsmith for a brand new ‘custom job.’  I put on my panties and went up to the Temple.

 

    Yes, just the panties.  What’s wrong with that?  Oh, and my collar, of course!  I needed to show off what kind of girl I was.  

 

 

 

 

    It was in the Temple to Dibella that I first had an inkling something was wrong.  After making an offering and praying, because of course I did, I’m not some barbarian, I made my way to the temple’s Alchemist.  She showed off her wares, but my eyes were drawn to one color.  PINK!  I just had to have all of it.  I cleaned her out of the color and had a month’s supply.  That...kind of burned through most of my score.  Everything I hadn’t had to ditch for not knowing someone in Skyrim that would buy stolen goods.

 

    The alchemist was a pretty woman, her hair done up.  The only way you could tell her apart was she was wearing working clothes, probably because she messed with noxious substances to make this stuff.  I had the good brace to blush when I realized I’d just shoved a small mountain of gold at her without even saying ‘hi.’  “And who are you, pretty thing?” she asked me, obviously admiring my body.

 

    Candi.  I’m Candi the slut…  “Avilea,”  I said.  “Uh..sorry, I was just so excited…”  

 

    “I see, Avilea,” the woman said sweetly.  “Can I interest you in...anything else?”

 

    I was about to say ‘you’ when my eyes went to, of all things, a razor and shaving cream.  “What’s that for?  I thought there were no men in service to the Goddess.”

 

    “Oh, that’s for that. . . smooth look.”

 

    I blinked.  Yucky body hair.  You should shave.  “Yucky.  Yeah, I should do that too…”  And there went the rest of my haul.   It’s totally worth it to look like a slut.  “Worth it.”  I murmured to myself, opening the nail polish vial.  

 

    The scent that wafted up put me in a trance.  I started applying the stuff with no restraint.  All the while, a little voice in my head chanted Bimbo...bimbo...bimbo…  Meanwhile, I seemed to know just what to do with everything I’d bought, and I’d never touched the stuff before.

 

    But I knew I’d never be without it again.

 

 

    Things only got weirdly uncomfortable when I opened the shaving cream and started applying it to my armpits.  I got horny.  Really horny.  But the voice changed too.  I am Candi.  I am Candi.  I am Candi.

 

    I don’t know how I knew, but I knew agreeing would be...amazing.

 

    I don’t know how, but I didn’t agree.  Instead I went down to the forge.  There was just the man there, young, apprentice probably.  I walked up to him in my panties and collar, and his hammer slipped.  “Uh..uh...may I help you, Miss?”  I whispered in his ear what I wanted.  “I...uh...see...and how were you planning to pay for it?”

 

Damn.  I spent all my cash at the Temple.  I looked him up and down, trying to think and not having much luck.  I was still horny from...the makeup?  That didn’t make any sen -

 

    Why don’t we see if you’re better with...other tools?

 

    My voice dropped to a low purr.  “Why don’t we see if you’re better with...other tools?”  He needed no more encouragement, ripping my panties off and we went at it.

 

    It was...well, the best sex of my life, other than the previous evening’s supernatural shenanigans.  I don’t think those blowjobs were any worse than this, and the sex itself the previous evening was...life changing.

 

    Literally.

 

    Afterwards, I recovered enough to realize what I’d done...and to realize that I had to play it out, given I now had nothing to wear.  We came to an arrangement we were both happy about.  It would do anyway.

 

 

    *Giggle*  I’m a total slut, and this outfit is amazing.  

 

    The outfit was amazing.  But still, I had to get to Winterhold.  The College there might know something abou - 

 

    I wanna be a Bimbo.

 

    I had to get to Riften.  Thieve’s guilds need sluts to reward the big scores.  I might have just enough for a replacement for my dagger and a carriage ride….

[Harry Smackmeat]

Another victim of foul sorcery.  Damn sorcerers get the stompin boots.

[Saviorsrd]

6 hours ago, Harry Smackmeat said:

Another victim of foul sorcery.  Damn sorcerers get the stompin boots.

Ahhh...but is she a victim if she likes it?

 

(...yes, yes she is.  This would be hideously immoral and wrong to do to someone in real life if it were possible.  Don't do roofies, kids, and don't give women strange pink pills that make them blonde and ditzy either.)

[Saviorsrd]

I had hoped to get the next part posted today, but then I realized I've kinda let my mod library get kinda...sorta...completely out of hand.  Ironic, yes.  So I cleaned everything out and started doing some research, but I thought, well, may as well talk about the core idea with this little storytelling exercise.

 

So, I actually do some other writing.  Scary, I know.  But the thing is, I'm bad at smut and want to at least get a minimal kind of practice in.  My interest is in mental states of the characters more than the raw action of tab A->slot B-D.   Hence, Avilea's tale.  The two central mods here are Sexlab Hormones and Sexlab Solutions.  I also plan to use Amorous Adventures to give other dialogue-based sex options, and some kind of random sex mod for other wacky hijinx.  In support of Hormones' Bimbo playstyle when we get there, Enhanced Follower Framework will let Can - I mean, Avilea have some followers to have do her non-thievery work for her.  I may also use Simple Slavery with some more story-based modding.  I've also been interested in Sisters of Dibella.  Not doing the MSQ for this one - Avi's not the Dragonborn, just one bloody (un)lucky elf.

 

Cursed Loot is off the table.  It's just too intrusive in what's already going to be a somewhat sex-focused game.  It also has more moving parts than I'm fully comfortable with.

 

I bring that up because, as long as I'm rebuilding from zero, I may as well take suggestions for what will make Avilea's life more fun.

 

Oh, and one last thing, there's more going on.  Avilea does not, in game terms, have the Bimbo Curse yet.  It will have a percentage chance of triggering every game day, starting at 1% from when she enters Riften.  To increase it...well, here's the experiment, and the real reason behind this post.

 

For her official Day 1, as will be revealed in the next story post, Candi will have a 'bimbo-ish' suggestion for Avilea that she's compelled to fulfill, beyond just having fun with everyone who expresses interest in a cute, barely-dressed blonde.  As an existing example, for Day 0 the compulsion she was under was 'get and wear makeup.'

 

With one very key exception, beyond Day 1 I will turn ideas for Candi's next 'great idea' over to the peanut gallery.  There won't be any voting, and I reserve the right to pick what makes the most sense for the story or will be the most fun for me to write.  The one hard exception is this - The point at which Avi calls herself Candi is reserved for a major story event, so don't even bother suggesting it.  It'll happen when it happens.

 

How does this affect the tale?  Simple - every time Avi fulfils one of Candi's requests, the percentage chance she'll start down the path of permanent Bimbofication goes up.  Chance is checked against the first time she has sex after fulfilling a Candi Quest and each evening.

 

I've picked out a quest complete that will incidentally also lead to her cure.  It's not the standard Hormones quest end with the Outcasts either - they can only temporarily push the changes back (end the brainwash messages/permanent physical alterations) for a little while.  

 

[Saviorsrd]

    So, who would have guessed there was a limit to the number of blowjobs from a totally amazing fantasy elf chick - as opposed to a hot Mer, who might well just eat it - a guy would want?  The answer is four, by the way.  After that the cart driver told me to stay in the back and let him drive.

 

    I must have been doing something right, since he didn’t say ‘no’ to my pussy when we stopped for lunch.  To make up for the lost time I fed him his meal while we were driving the rest of the way to Riverwood, where we were scheduled to stop for the evening.  

 

    Okay, moment of truth time?  It was around blowjob three that I realized I was really in trouble here.  I was just finishing it up when the voice piped in with You know, Riften’s really far away and Falkreath is just coming up.  Plenty of hot guys there to bang.
 

    I almost asked to get off before I caught myself.  I resisted the urge to titter at my internal joke, but only barely, and laid down between the benches to try to think this through, I mean really think it through.  It wasn’t easy - every few seconds the pink fog in my brain tried to get worse.  Two times I sat up and checked my precious makeup in the mirror.  I also brushed my hair out to get a slightly different look.  I nearly reached for the shaving knife.

 

    That is what stopped me.  The voice telling me to shave my privates - again - wasn't mine.  I mean, it was mine, but her voice was somehow lighter, yet huskier.  It was pure joy and empty-headed laughter and sex.  Every word from her made my clit tingle with anticipation of the next.
 

    Silly bimbo...

 

    I tried not to cum when she said it.  I succeeded, that time, and it got a little easier when she repeated herself.  I was still so horny though.  So, blew the driver again.

 

    Oddly enough, when I calmed down that was when I realized something else.  I hadn't eaten that day, and I wasn't hungry.  I was still wearing the few strings of leather and, other than my nipples making it clear, I didn't feel the cold at all.
 

    It's awesome to show off my cute bod like this.
 

    Yeah, okay, so I could go out in a blizzard wearing naught but lingere...which, magic voice or not, is a pretty sweet talent in a place like Skyrim.  Just the time for her to start making sense.

 

    Show off your body, turn off your brain...

 

    I want to say I put up a fight.  That I told the voice where to shove it.  That I grabbed a cloak and threw it over myself just to spite her.  But...well, even before this I liked being a sexy girl, in its' time and place.  When I was sneaking around lifting stuff, I wore covering armor and generally tried to show professionalism.  Being a party girl with money from home was just a cover if I needed to explain why I never seemed to work.  It was an enjoyable cover, something I did whenever I didn't need to be getting money to support it, but it was something I could go to bed, sleep off the night, and be ready to work at midday.  That's why I generally, in the past, favored working cities with famous schools or nobility.  

 

    Dammit, the voice wasn't saying anything I didn't want to do when I was into forgetting my problems for a bit.  And all it took was a moment forgetting that that was the problem.

 

    Show off your body, turn off your brain....

 

    Show off my body, turn off my brain...turn off my brain...And with that, I came.  Hard.  I let out a loud whimper and fell into a trance, completely at Candi's mercy again.
 

    Sway my ass.
    Jiggle my tits.
    Bare skin is best.
    Makeup and hair, ass and tits and pussy, everything perfect.
    Need some heels...
    Push my ass up...
    Make my hips sway more...
    Cute pink heels....need...
    ...need cute pink heels...
 

    I shook myself free of the trance as the cart pulled to a stop outside Riften.  I took a deep breath.  "Okay, Avi, don't let this thing win."  I took some time to stretch out in front of the stables, well in view of the guards.  I put some thought into this.  You know, you may have wanted to go straight to Winterhold, but this might have worked out better anyway.  The wizards aren't going to fix this for free.  Candi...may have had some ideas for how I could pay them.  I ignored her.  Right.  If I can get in with the local thieves, after their cut I can probably still get enough money from a few jobs to. . . yeah, to talk to the wizards.
 

    I needed a plan to get this done before I got confused again.  Don't sleep with anyone, don't apply any more of the cursed makeup, just do the secret signs at the most likely guy I saw and head somewhere secluded and no no no.  Just get some jobs, get the money, and ask the wizards for help.
 

    I ducked behind the stable's office...well, I think.  I don't know, I wasn't paying any attention.  I quickly pulled out my mirror and made sure my makeup was perfect.  There was a slight itchiness under my thong, so I pulled out the shaving cream as well.  Candi loves listening to big, strong men...  I ignored it as best as I could while I made sure all of my body hair was gone.  Afterwards I identified the guard captain and walked up to him with my best hip-sashay, feeling a little flutter in my stomach as he looked me up and down.  "Halt.  If you wish to enter the city of Riften, you must pay the visitor's tax."  

 

    "Aaand...what is the tax?" I asked with a giggle, batting my eyelashes at him.  "Would it be...me?"  I let my top fall to the ground and spun around to show off my whole body for him.  I felt the other man slip up behind me, and I grinned at him.  "I guess it is..."  He pulled my thong aside and slipped into my backdoor like it was all greased up.  The main guard's armor didn't stay on for very long after that.  And I climaxed.  And climaxed.  And again and again.
 

    Okay, this was going to be harder than I thought....

 

    By the time we were done, I was on the ground at the "guard captain's" feet, idly stroking his thigh while his "sargeant" filled out some paperwork.  He looked at me.  I turned so he could see my butt on full display.  With a cough, he asked "What name for the pass, girl?"

 

    Candi Lovelace.  It...might be a useful alias.  Still, if she wanted me using that name for myself it couldn't be a good idea.  I was mostly recovered for the moment, so I managed to say "Avilea."
 

    "Last name?"  

 

    I said "Lovelace" without hesitation. In response, my world went absolutely pink for a moment.  Candi Lovelace Candi Lovelace Candi Lovelace.  I swear, it was better than every single blowjob and handjob and lay since I'd seen that stupid pink crystal put together.  My cunt wasn't even gushing, it was all in my head and my tongue really wanted me to finish.  But I don't think I did on my own.  I certainly can't remember it.  
 

    The next thing I remember, he was just staring at me.  "So what is it?  Candi, Avilea, or Lovelace?"

 

    I swallowed.  "Just Avilea."

 

    "Well..." the captain said.  "It seems you're a bit confused.  How much would it be worth to you to get the...right...name on your pass?"  Oh, geez, I knew this was originally a bloody shakedown.  The pass had no real value.  But his penis just looked so yummy, I had to suck on it while I tried to think of an answer...

 

    I got my visitor's pass, eventually, and took a quick dip in the river.  By now it was early morning, but I ran into a big, strong man named 'Maul' of all things right through the gate.  I mean, didn't know he was Maul at the time, but I figured it out.  He called out to me.  "Hey, you, new to Riften?"

 

    I grinned and walked up to him.  "Oh, I was just passing through, but I think I can be persuaded to stick around if there's work."

 

    He looked me up and down.  "No work here," he replied.  "Black-Briars don't need anyone sticking their noses, or anything else, where it doesn't belong."  That confirmed a couple of things.  Anyone with a name that everyone expected to be recognized was powerful.  And if they don't want strangers around, there's usually something shady going on.  I had no reason to rock the boat, but shady is generally business I'm good at.  

 

    "Soo...who are the Black-Briars then?" I asked, hoping to get pointed in the right direction.  I also stepped a bit closer so he could see what I had.  Everything I had.  

 

    Maul's eyes trailed over me for a second look.  "They're the big shots around here, and the Thieves' Guild in Skyrim works for them."  His hand reached out and stroked down my bare side.  "So don't get too clever...but if you need information, well, I can give it to a friend."

 

    At this point, everything had a faint pink haze.  Every word he said just reinforced that Maul was a big, strong man and I was a weak, stupid girl who couldn't understand anything.  So I just smiled at him and said "How about a blowjob to start our new friendship?"  I pulled off my top.  
 

    Afterwards, I managed to pull myself together enough to murmur something that must have clued him in to what I wanted, because, after I got myself through a night at the inn I had a name to work with.  The only problem was, I also had dreams.

 

    In each dream, my skin was this weird golden tan color, and always shimmery with something, like I was sweating with arousal all the time.  My hair was an even brighter blonde than usual, my fingernails were too long to hold a weapon, and I couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a second or two.

 

    Oh, and I was wearing these really awesome pink high heels.  Everywhere.  Generally nothing else, but I needed those shoes.

 

    Before you ask, Skyrim is not the place for it.  You can get carved clogs in the Imperial City, of course, and they're intermittently all the rage in the Dominion.  But Skyrim?  You need warm boots even in the south, and as a result the roads aren't paved to the same degree to make heels practical.  Even the Jarl's palaces are rough-finished, so you might trip over a loose floorboard or unpolished stone.  Because of this, naturally any high heeled shoes would either be in Solitude, or I would have to import them without a permanent address.

 

    Didn't matter.  I mean, at least Candi wasn't stupid enough to try to drag me to Solitude for a damn pair of shoes, but I was going to own a pair ASAP.  Candi was generally a brain-dead sex machine, but when my logical mind pointed out why I couldn't get them, it suddenly filled with directions on what to tell a craftsman to get them made custom, right down to how to mix the freaking paint!  From local ingredients!  I thought about other things, and while a few things like the silk could probably only be found in big cities...like Riften...as long as it was about my wardrobe Candi knew everything about everything.
 

    Except how to make it.  I'd need a stud with good hands for that.

 

    ...Of course I would.

 

    Need Heels.  I needed heels before I could get to work.  I won't bore you with the details at this point.  Heels were going to be custom work, didn't have any money, had a cute bod and word hadn't gotten around of how easy I was these days quite yet.  Give it another minute or three, probably.  Even I could do the math in my mental state at the time.
 

   

 

    There was just one tiiiiiny problem.  The second I put them on, I blanked again.  My mind just filled with that pink fog.  I giggled.  I laughed.  I fell on my butt, legs kicking up in the air.  I was basically uselss to anyone for about an hour, and that includes the obvious uses Candi would have me put to.  When I finally got control of myself, I was still wearing them and it was...natural.
 

 

    ...right.  I was drawing a line on this one.  I'd wear the things when I wanted my butt to look amazing, but when I was working, no.  

 

    The next order of business was finding the man I'd been told about, Brynjolf.  Predictably, he found me first, slipping up behind me and sliding his fingers over my rear.  "Well, now, it seems like you are in a pickle."

 

    "I know,"  I said, wiggling my hips so his fingers would slide between my cheeks.  He did so happily.  "I am actually a guild member.  Worked Cyrodill, small time."

 

    He squeezed.  "You think that gives you a pass here?"  I swear to Dibella, one of his fingers slipped right over my back door.  "What's with the getup?"

 

    I shook my head.  "Some guy in Markath showed me some pink crystal, and my head's been all weird since."

 

    Brynjolf's fingers started up my stomach.  "Why come here?  Why not go to Winterhold?"
 

    Cuz I like it!  "Because no one works for free.  Even with my brain like this, I'm pretty sure I can do some work.  And who'd buy an empty-headed weirdo masterminded any funny business at all?"
 

    "Well, we'll see what you're made of," the guild man said.  "See that stall over there?"  I nodded.  "I'll make a distraction, you steal the ring from under the counter.  Then, slip it into Brand-Shei's pocket with no one noticing.  Do that, and we can do business.  Otherwise...well, we could use a whore."

 

    I nodded.  "Got it."  I smiled, and began to wave my hands in a familiar pattern.

 

    ...okay, so I might not have told you everything about me.   Before my...change, I wasn't just a pretty face with very dextrous hands, I was a spellthief.  I knew one trick in particular that was very useful.  I could turn invisible.
 

    Past tense.  Because when I tried, I just didn't have the reserves.  I felt a giggle burble up, but swallowed it down.  Fine. I'd do it the old fashioned way.  I waited for the grifter to gather a crowd for his new and obviously-fake elixer.  Scoped out the guard's sight lines, slipped my picks into the slot as opposed to the other way around and got the ring out.  Then I casually walked behind the crowd, and put the ring into the poor Dunmer's pocket.
 

    All while wearing my best heels.  That's what you call 'style.'

 

    I made a show of buying one of the elixrs, just because, and downed it.  Brynjolf leaned in close.  "The Ragged Flagon.  In the sewers.  Tonight."

 

    I figured, well, why waste time.  I figured that it would be a secret clubhouse type deal.  That's actually common enough, I guess.  Absurdly spacious sewers make for a great place to conduct business.  They're also good city defense, as long as the passages don't run under anything important.  You can get people around attackers who don't know their way down under pretty good, and there's nothing sensitive they can really attack unexpectedly.  

 

    In Riften, they were home.  To a lot of people.  Sure, most of them lowlife criminal scum, but you'd think that the Black-Briars would do something about it just to not have people with every reason to hate them festering out of sight..  

 

    Which probably told me more than I cared to know about the Black-Briars.

 

    Anyway, I still couldn't go invisible without a tingling in my belly, so I snuck through the hard way and got into the Ragged Flagon.  Bryn flagged me down as soon as I got into the light.  "Well, now, wasn't sure I'd ever see you again, lass.  What was your name, anyway?"

 

    I ground my teeth against my tongue for a moment.  "Avliea."

 

    "Right.  Didn't have any trouble, big city thief?"  he chuckled.

 

    I shrugged.  "Might have been a little less if you'd mentioned I had to go through people's bedrooms to get here.  I'll take the front entrance from now on."

 

    Bryn laughed.  "Ah, wise.  So...let's ease you back into the game slowly, shall we?  You said your condition seems to be clouding your mind and your skills a bit - I noticed that failed spell, for what it's worth - so maybe go collect from a couple of deadbeats?"

 

    I thought about it for a bit.  "Well, I'm game to try, anyway."

 

    A quick nod of the head.  "Here's some details.  Write them down in that journal of yours in code."  I did so, then departed.  I collapsed into bed at the Bee and Barb, and fell into a silent, but not dreamless, sleep...