Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-5583506-20150402002813

"At first she was all whimpering and crying, but when Rashka started to thrust like this." The Khajiit made some obscene motions with his hips. "Well, you can guess what happened then", he shrugged. "She loved it. After that she was all Rashka's."

"Interesting", muttered the bandit from across the table, with his head resting impatiently on one of his arms. "But you were supposed to tell us about where you found this amazing treasures with... what was it? 500 pure cut rubies?"

The Khajiit flinched. "Oh, that! No, Rashka was only pulling your leg to get your attention so that he could tell you the story of how he bedded that Thalmor officer's daughter."

Rashka burst out into a mocking laughter before emptying his flagon in one single sweep. The bandits surrounding his table at the Bannered Mare were less than pleased when they realised that they were being taunted.

"So, there is no rubies?" asked a clean-shaven Nord.

"Nope", added Rashka. "But hey, at least you got a nice story, yes? Now you got something pleasant to fall asleep to. Just picture that beautiful Altmer maid and her gigantic bosom and you will all be set straight."

When Rashka called for another flagon, the bandit leader slammed his fist into the table surface. "Do you think this is a fucking joke, cat?! I have skinned people for less!"

"You need to get with the times", said Rashka and smiled. "This one has bedded people for less."

The bandit leader was almost foaming with restrained anger. He pointed at the Khajiit. "I am gonna make myself a fine rug out of that fur of yours!"

"Tsk! Khajiit has encountered more severe threats than that", he said. "More uncommon as well. Don't point that finger at Khajiit."

"Really?! I will fucking point this finger as long at you as I would like!"

"Don't point that finger at Khajiit", repeated Rashka more steadily. "How about another story then? This one is about when this one received head from a vampire. She was very careful with her teeth, not grazing this one the least when she..."

"Didn't you hear me, cat?!" growled the bandit leader. "I am gonna make a fine rug..."

That was as far as he got. Before the bandit had a time to react, he was missing his entire index finger. Rashka's blade had swept up fluid and fast and cut it off by the root, spurting the bandit's blood all over the table.

The bandit leader just sat there in shock and watched as the blood pumped out of the open wound. "You... you just cut off my finger?"

"Rashka warned you", said the Khajiit. "Now, would you let me finish my story? Sheesh."

"My... my finger..." Shock began to set into the bandit leader and he collapsed backwards from the table.

His fellow bandits immediately rushed to his side, ignoring the Khajiit who was enjoying his new flagon of mead whilst finishing the story to the pretty barmaid instead.

''At least she seems to appreciate this one's experiences. Maybe enough for her to become yet another of Rashka's experiences?''