The Map and Golden Helm

"Ooooh," Ezra mused to herself as she tilted her head to look see her newest contract from a different angle.  After reading it once more, she grinned eagerly at the idea of getting to screw up some Templar plans once again.  She was never one to just sit around.  In her down time, she'd usually be training more.  Anything to make herself stronger and prove herself to the Grand Master. She loved nothing more than sticking it to Templar bastards and covering some ground for the creed.  Getting two with one stone was even better.   Her mission was clear, and with that clarity in mind she took off in search for the map.

Blending with the crowds of the bustling city,  Ezra took the to main streets in search of her target.  The description of her target simply labeled him as a guard with a golden helmet.  At least he had good taste in accessories.   An idea crossed her mind, making a smirk play across her face.   It was totally settled, she  thought to herself as she quickly trekked forward in search of her prey.

It took her about half the day to find that bastard.  Merda, she was tired.  Finding one man was harder than it turned out to be.  But finally she found him.  The only problem was, he was surrounded by other not so important guards protecting him.  She watched the group from a roof a cursed when she realized she'd come unprepared. She couldn't just run in there, unless of course she wanted to die.   No wait…she felt like living for a few more years.  Okay, so that wouldn't work.   Ezra thought to herself as she took in the scenery.  The hot sun beat down on her caramel skin as she watched, still thinking.

"Come on bella, come to Poppy,"  a villager cried out, making a fool of himself in front of a group of local Courtesans.  Ezra watched with interested as the man practically throwing himself at these women.  It must've been hard for them to have to deal with that when they weren't selling their bodies.  

Suddenly, an idea struck her.  By god it was perfect. Ezra grinned as she leapt off the roof into a hay bin.  She knew how she was going to get those guards and it looked like she was going to be able to walk on in after all.

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"I've gotta admit," One of the Courtesan's mused with a smile, "You look good kitten."

Ezra blushed as she looked at herself.  Even after watching them do it, she had no idea how they were able to get her hair into those interesting buns.  She had never felt so exposed in her entire life.  But this wasn't about her.  This was about fulfilling her duty to the creed.  

"All right ladies," Ezra began as she looked at the group of them, "Andiamo!"
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"There they are," Ezra noted to the other Courtesans, "Go ahead go," she instructed to the other women.  They all looked at each other and nodded before they walked out towards the soldiers.  Ezra was impressed, it didn't take them long at all to fall for the ladies' trap as they cheered and hollered for the women to dance.

Here we go, she thought to herself as she moved passed them and to the Templar who was inside.

"Hey," he shouted, "No one is supposed to be back here!"

All right Ezra…your turn to work up the charm.

She smiled and batted her eye lashes, "But bello, I was invited her as a gift for you.  You work so hard all day.   I was told you needed a good pampering."

The Templar's grimace started to fade into an aroused grin, "It's about time I was given a rewards for all my hard work."

"Va bene, " Ezra nodded, taking him by the hand, "Sit Messere sit, let my talented hands soothe your hard working body."

On the inside, Ezra wanted to gag.  But this was going to be the easiest way to get what she wanted without causing a commotion.  All she had to do was find the map and dance her cute ass out of there.   With her mission in mind, she began to massage the Templar's back.

"Ohhh, you really do have amazing hands.  They teach you whores well don't they…"

"Of course," Ezra cooed in between clenched teeth, "That is part of our duty Messere."

It didn't take her too much longer to find the map.  Placed in the back of his trousers under his tunic.  Her body tensed  as she carefully reached for the folded paper.  With a few tries, she finally got it.

"Got it.."

"Got what bella madonna?"

Merda.

"G-Got…this kink sir," she stammered, "Y-You had a horrible kink back here and I finally got it for you."

"Ahh…great, thank you.  Now that I'm all loosened up, let's move on to the main even shall we?"

Son of a…

"Actually…Messere," she muttered taking a few steps back, "Before we get to that…I want to do a dance for you."

The Templar smirked and sat back on his bench, "All right my dear…go ahead."

Ezra cursed in her head as she realized she didn't know the first thing about dancing.   But not wanting to get caught she began to raise her arms and started to slowly spin.  She twirled and twirled till she thought she might get sick.  She had to get out of her here and she had to do it fast.   Stopping she turned back the Templar and beckoned him to dance with her.   He chuckled and stood to his feet to take her hand.  
In her mind Ezra smirked, she had him just where she wanted him.

Gripping his hand, she spun with him.  They went faster and faster, she could barely stand it.  

"Merda," The Templar cried out, "Stop stop!"

"I'm so sorry sir, but maybe you should rest for a little bit?"

The Templar frowned as he tried to gain back his equilibrium as the world kept spinning around him.

Ezra smirked, "Good night bello," she cooed before kneeing the man in the stomach.  With a curse, the Templar went down hard. Now was the time to get the hell out of there.    She was about to feel when she turned back forgetting something.

With an  almost evil laugh, she grabbed the golden helmet and placed it on her head  before she ran off back into the crowds of the city.

By nightfall, she'd reached headquarters.  Proud of herself, map in hand and helmet still on her head, she walked up to Maestro Belorini's door and knocked.  She grinned at the idea of the look in his face.  She wondered what he would say when he saw her, map in hand wearing a Courtesan dress and a golden helmet on her head.