Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

But she wasn\'t the only one the sorceress was there to visit, as the moment she\'d walked in, she showed great interest in investing in the inn\'s future.

"Y-you want to invest in that business? N-not the food or lodging side of it?" Beyond shocked to hear that Shamisha wanted to fund what essentially would be a sex dungeon, Lana was left aghast unsure if this was some sort of test from royal authority.

"That\'s right, I hate to admit but since you\'ve started, well…" Taking a quick sip of tea, Shamisha pursed her teeth before unfolding them with a sigh. "The sex relief business I guess you can call it. Anyways, I believe it has the potential to be the second most profitable business in our city, given you pay taxes to the queen or else she\'ll squash this operation any time now."

Hearing the warning, Lana leaned forward on the table and asked in a whisper.

"She knows about our business?" With the cup right by her lips, Shamisha rolled her eyes and then nodded.

"Yes, but don\'t worry, I think as soon as we can spread your business further and get some dirt on the councilmen and women, I doubt she\'ll think of it as dirty work."

"You mean to turn my place into a hub for criminals?"

"No…" Resting the cup back on the table, Shamisha looked into Lana\'s eyes and revealed her true intentions. "All that is just the byproduct of what I wanna do. My main focus is to get the attention of the people and to set myself off as someone more than just my master\'s student.

I wanna learn how to take risks, how to create a doll that can pleasure men and women but also snap their necks when necessary."

"And what better way to experiment than in a den of depravity and on people you don\'t care about dying?" Digging her nails into the table, Lana wasn\'t sure how to feel about Shamisha\'s plans. She wasn\'t threatening and yet somehow it felt like she was. "What do I get out of it?"

"More funds, more automatons made from the hearts of criminals that deserve nothing but the worst."

"What if someone learns that the high and mighty Shamisha that lives inside that spire is doing such sketchy stuff?"

"They will, I don\'t doubt it, but that\'s just free marketing for me to create better models with the same modules that I can sell at a marked-up price that only the nobility can afford. That way we won\'t be hurting your business, and I\'ll gather intel on the council runts with the higher-quality models.

Not to mention, I can take more risks with the girls and boys I send her without running my brand\'s image with experimental features on my dolls."

The back and forth came to an end for a moment as the entrance door flung right open. Looking in that direction, Shamisha and Lana saw Regalia glancing around, seemingly bewildered by just how empty the inn was.

"Look I\'m bound to make mistakes when trying something new, and I don\'t want to drag my name through the mud when something does go wrong," grabbing Lana\'s hand, Shamisha quickly turned the elf\'s attention back to the front.

"The only reason I\'m even doing this is to stand out from my master\'s shadow, and it won\'t just be sex or violence that I wanna train, I wanna experiment just how much I can push my creativity, so just give me a chance and you\'ll be rewarded with a lot more than you can put in a single locker."

The offer was tempting, but what bothered Lana wasn\'t just the sex, the violence or the volatility of the experimental dolls, but rather the grey area left by Shamisha–the part where she mentioned her creativity. She wants to take risk, and step out of her master\'s shadow, but what kind of boundaries did she have as of yet? The elf had no idea.

"One doll, that\'s it. We\'ll start with one doll," Lana offered, getting up from the table right as Regalia was walking closer.

"Great~" Replied Shamisha, a wide smile plastered over her lips.

\'While not an ideal way to start, at least I can have some freedom without having to worry about my consumer dolls being treated as failure.\' Thought the sorceress, just happy that she can at least start going in a different direction than pure efficiency in her models. \'Now to focus on the wolf-girl.\'

Shifting her attention to Regalia, Shamisha shook her head to drive away any distracting thoughts. Even so, as the demi-girl sat across her, her cheeks flushed up for a moment from the sight of her rugged charm.

Cuts and marks of bruises from a weathered body, that too on a feral woman, made her stomach flutter with butterflies, but squeezing on her belly, she drowned those sensations with pinching pain.

\'Stop being horny for a second and focus, you damned rabbit!\' Being a rabbit, it took little to turn her on, but that also had led to some embarrassing moments in the past that made her shy away from any relationship altogether.

"This better be good, sorceress, I heard Raven\'s in the castle but they didn\'t let me meet him last night and I wanted to meet him today, but apparently you couldn\'t wait until that meeting was over…" Reaching into her pocket, Regalia took out the shattered remains of a bug-like automaton that had been bothering her since this morning.

Annoyed by it buzzing into her ears with the same words over and over again, Regalia leaned forward on the table and growled in Shamisha\'s face. "Next time you send a clanker like that to me, I\'ll shove damned pike through your ears…"

\'Shit…\' She heaved, feeling her chest burning up from the abusive image. And it only worsened as Regalia reached for her ears, grabbed them tight and then pulled her closer. Looking right at the bunny\'s face, the wolf growled some more.

"You heard that or you are still daydreaming?!" Regalia barked in Shamisha\'s face.

Instinctively terrified of her scream, Shamisha\'s body flailed around for a moment before she slowly calmed herself down.

"Y-yeahh..I won\'t do that…" She said, pulling herself back.

\'Did I just–\' Feeling her way down between her legs, the greatest inventor in Elenaris found out that she had peed herself from fear.

"Kill me…" She whispered, embarrassed beyond embarrassed.