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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.
She's not that distracted, she catches it in time, but she's still very pleased. With her other stick she goes for Katie's knee.
She regains her composure just in time.
But then she picks Katie up and holds her laid out across her arms to demonstrate victory. And nuzzles viciously.
Cough.
"Don't lose though."
They'll figure it out. Katie seems generally determined to win.
She yelps startledly. "What do you mean, it seems like I already lost?" God it's so hot how strong she is.
"I'll do my best. By the way, I really love it when you spontaneously demonstrate how strong you are like this."
"Well, I do not love when you demonstrate weakness." Nnnnnnuzzle. She does love how small and soft Katie is though. Only, hm . . .
"You do still want to get big enough to really help me with weight training, right?"
"Well, this isn't efficient!" She easily lifts Katie slightly higher to demonstrate.
Waow. "No but like, seriously, do you plan on working out by lifting a significantly heavier me?"
"Well I will be sad if you are no longer able to easily carry me, but also that would be really hot too."
"I am sorry, I don't think I could carry Teg like this. But I don't know, and maybe I could train up to it. Or get a magic item."
"Well I do dream of being as big and strong as Teg one day, but in the meantime I greatly enjoy being safe and warm in your big, strong, beefy arms."
"Well then, if I must be in danger, I'd prefer to be in danger while absorbing the body heat from a woman with a body like a cuddly boulder."
"I'm trying to think of a way we could train you without me having to let go of you." Motivation is as important as discipline.
"I'll guide your arms while you shoot some more? And apply some of the pulling force when your arms are tired. It is important that you learn proper form."
"I can try, but idk how much I can focus on anything else while I can feel your boobs touching my back."
This implies there's some other state in which Katie would be more focused.
With a random novice, she'd assume it was the physical difficulty of coordinated tandem shooting.
"If my boobs aren't conducive in real time I could . . . reward you with . . . books . . . instead? You'd wear out faster, but I'm not going to insist you try boobs first.
Yeah yeah, book futures contracts, shamefully Lawful, I know."