"What's up Erik?" Morgan inquired, tilting her head as she shrugged off her cloak. Erik looked around, then gestured for her to follow him. As they walked through the brothel, moans, giggles, and pleasurable screams could be heard from all around. Erik and Morgan exited the building and walked into the back alley, where you could still hear the muffled voices of people in the market place.
"Did you get the satchel whilst you were there?" Erik inquired, rubbing his hands together. Morgan smiled, and with a wave of her hand, a black leather satchel appeared and draped itself on her arm.
"Everything you need is in here. The dagger, the ingredients." Morgan brushed a piece of hair from her face, overloaded with triumph. As Erik reached for it, Morgan stepped back, clicking her tongue. "Pay up first, you should know how I work."
"Right, right." He fumbled around in his pockets, looking for some coins. Morgan stood there, patient.
Just as he pulled the coin bag from his pants, a blur came running by, taking the satchel, and sprouting a pair of wings, flying high up into the air.
"HEY!" Morgan screamed, a pair of maroon daemon wings sprouting from her back. Her horns, which were crimson sprouted and twisted, two white flames flickered on her forehead. From the small of her back, a bright red tail with a heart on the end appeared, twitching in annoyance. Her clothing disintegrated and was replaced with a lewd outfit, similar in looks to a swimsuit, the colours being white, black, and red. She glanced at Erik, who seemed terrified of her.
"I'll be right back." And with that, she launched herself into the air, circling around, growling under her breath. "Where did you go." She thought angrily, looking everywhere, but the thief was nowhere to be seen. "DAMNIT!" She grunted as she threw a ball of fire into the sky, which exploded into fireworks. Morgan slowly lowered herself back into the alley, her attire coming back, and her wings, horns, and tail becoming hidden once again.
"Who was that?!" Erik kept glancing at the sky, afraid, obviously, that the person would come back.
"I don't know, but I'll find them," Morgan promised, storming angrily back into the brothel, and to her room.
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