It's an ordinary, quiet night. The . . . patrons, or whatever they are, of the lab equipment shop downstairs, took off about forty-five minutes ago.
There's silence, mostly. You can only be out at night in Sothis if you have business. But there's some business. Every so often a party passes under Katie's window. Their conversation is mostly what Katie has become accustomed to thinking of as "focused", though occasionally some is just downright tense or revelrous.
Wind. Distant insects. Dogs.
Something shuffles downstairs.
And continues to shuffle.
"Are we good?" The voice is insistent, alto, and right underneath Katie. And it's female.
"Yes, fine". Higher. If Katie knows what female halflings sound like, it sounds like that.
The shuffling moves deeper into the shop. A glass clinks. Laughter starts, whispering at first, then merely hushed.
"Oh my god." A third voice.
"All this stuff is fake, you know. This and this and this used to be one bespoke fixture."
"Fuck."
Whoever it is is going through the merchandise.
Expensive, heavily regulated merchandise. Katie's parent have only been in Ulunat for two weeks, but she's picked up that the proprietors of this place have gone to a moderate effort to secure it against thieves.
"Well as nice of a way to die as that would be, I guess I'm glad circumstances are what they are. She who dies with breasts smaller than her head has not truly lived."
She ponders this. She doesn't ask what it's quoting, for fear of looking uncultured, but she definitely wonders. The possibility doesn't escape her that it's a Katie original, though.
"What about after . . . ?
I mean, uh, not actually, not that I would permakill you, I mean," but with enough money,
"I think Chaotic Neutral outsiders are probably the ones least likely to have tits, maybe second to True Neutral."
"What, no, I mean after you get fat, could I eat you, uh, once, like in principle."
"Once? Wait, do you mean like, with resurrection magic? There's no way you can afford that, right?"
"Valid, but if you got a strength belt instead of saving to trade up headbands, Somayyeh would—actually she may have grasped that she's out of her depth now.
Gods, you're so snuggly."
"You are going to be a big kitty cat!"
Katie is her delicate fruit gusher.
"Are you full?"
"Sad!" But at least Katie isn't lying to please her anymore.
She twines around Katie and runs her hand up and down along her back and shoulder as she falls alseep. If Katie tries to get up she'll relax her grip slightly, but she's still on guard to wake up before the inductee escapes completely.
"....She seemed fine before. How long does it take her to, like, recover from feeding?"
"The difference is that you can't fight her off by yourself. You've never been in a room with her, without a group of people who, collectively, could."
Especially not after freely offering to feed her.
Did Urgathoa give Teg a new spell that lets her lastingly hypnotize people? As far as Tazich knows she'd need to have gained circles.
"Let me come with you."
She picks Katie up in a princess carry and growls into her neck.
Inside, her witty retort is dying on her lips in bitterness. Of course Katie just wants the straight-laced type A knockout blond paladin with the sexy eating disorder. What was she thinking, that finally Tazich was in demand? For herself? Among people she's attracted to? Fuck it all. She's sure Katie and Teg will have a good time playing reformer long after the moth's mission is complete and Tazich has moved on to less depressing new hobbies. If they only want each other anyway, she doesn't care.
Katie is a greedy girl who wants them both, thank you very much. "I mean, you could join the cuddle pile if you wanted, but I take it you don't."