>>556169

>deceit is key

We are female version of Lupin III.

>deceit is key

>>556169
>deceit is key

Voting ended; going with deceit

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As the seconds ticked down, those present held their breaths in silence. The timer reached 9:00PM sharp, and the Inspector laughed triumphantly.

“The Scarlet Tux ran from my officers! Proof that my plan this time was fool-proof!” He slapped the director in the back and the shorter man stumbled forward. As he crashed into the display case, the lights flickered and completely shut off. The Inspector's gaze darted around the pitch black room, trying to regain his bearings. “Guards! Seal the doors! Ensure no one else gets in or out of this room!”

One light came back on, illuminating a single figure standing on the display case. It was impossible in the dim light to discern the exact height or gender of the figure, as they pulled their scarlet top hat down to mask their figures.

“The letter only mentioned 9:00P.M. in passing, Inspector. A phantom thief arrives precisely when intended.” A firm, seductive voice spoke, cementing the figure's gender as a woman. The director stared up in shock at the red-dressed figure, before scrambling away from the display. The guards all surrounded the case, pistols raised, as the Inspector walked forward and raised his arms in triumph.

“I've already won! Every exit is blocked and my officers have their guns trained on you! There's no escaping this time!”

“No, no, my dear Inspector. It's showtime.” The figure declared, arm releasing the hat and hand pointing towards the ceiling. As the figure's head came up, a brilliant flash illuminated the room, blinding the entire group. The lights came on seconds after. As their vision returned, only a note remained on the glass case. The Inspector grabbed it in shock, before looking into the case. The jewel was gone!

“Spread out and search every possible nook and cranny! I want this damn phantom thief captured!” The Inspector shouted loudly, as the guards saluted and darted outwards. One guard grinned slightly before saluting and joining the others searching.

>roll 1d100; best of 3

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>556355

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>556355

Rollingu.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>556355

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>556355

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“Inspector, we found something!” Three guards sprinted into the room upstairs, dragging something behind them. The fat man ran over and knelt next to the person they were dragging. He was out of breath from the short distance.

“This is Officer Cage!” The Inspector and every officer in the room turned on the accused individual in their midst. The man dressed as Officer Cage sat down on the display case and began clapping. The Inspector rose to his feet, as his officers raised their guns again. “Put your hands up and we won't have to shoot!”

“Oh, Inspector, I would have already left, but your director tried to cheat me. Don't worry; this next part will be an explosion.” The man pressed a button behind his back, as a chain of flashes exploded around the display case. It shuddered, as the officers hesitated to fire. The man pointed towards the ground and everyone looked down. Only one man had cause to panic. The director noticed the loop around his foot too late. As the display case fell through to the second floor, the man tucked his feet next to him on the display case. He vanished into the darkness of the second floor, as the director was swept off his feet and dragged into the darkness. The inspector jogged to the edge and stared down into the darkness. Then he rose to his feet again and began shouting.

“Tell the men on the outside perimeter to look inwards! I want every guard on the first floor to make their way to floor under this exhibit! I want the guards from this floor to make their way to the second and breach it! I want this thief caught and put in the slammer!”

The director rose shakily to his feet, breath knocked out of him. As he started to regain his bearing, the figure slammed into him, shoving him against the display case. Before he could resist, she yanked the Opal from his pocket. Examining it closely, the girl nodded and tossed the fake to one side.

“Why did you come!? It was a fake letter! They're going to catch you this time!” The director shouted as he pushed the girl away. The girl hopped back, before shaking her hand dismissively.

“No, director. You wanted to steal this gem for your own benefit, which is okay by me. Sullying my name to help you with your heist is a no-go. And don't worry about me. A phantom thief always has more cards on the table to play, regardless of the situation.” The girl was changing; he couldn't see the details in the shadows, but she was changing from the guard uniform to her bright red tuxedo. As she finished her disguise, the lights in the room spark to life. The director winced, as the Scarlet Tux hopped back onto the display case. “If you want to avoid the fireworks display, you might want to hide, Director.”

>radio chaos
>gas
>time for escape

>>556550
>gas

>>556550
>>radio chaos

>>556550
>radio chaos

Voting ended; going with a mix of Radio Chaos and Gas, to gain the total of 3 votes necessary.

>>556762
Roll 1d100; worst of the 3

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>556770
Oh boy.

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>>556783
...it can't get worse than this, right?

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>556770

>>556783
Oh god... Must roll high!!!

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>556770

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Pulling a gun from her belt, the thief shot a cable into the third story. Pulling a radio from her belt, she began reeling herself upwards and prepared to talk. She watched the doors to the floor burst open as she began ascending to the third floor. Coughing twice and listening to her voice, she changed it enough to sound like the Inspector.

“The Crimson Tux is going to use the disguise again! Find the director and ensure she hasn't used him for her disguise.” Listening to the cries of approval over the radio, the girl smiled triumphantly. The girl clipped the radio to her belt as she crossed into the third floor. It was then she found herself facing a young man. He was leaning against a pillar, flipping through a notebook. She didn't dare move, as he began writing something down. Satisfied, he closed the book and turned towards her.

“The Scarlet Tux, a mysterious woman going around stealing various jewels for sport. This generally involves corrupt politicians, thieving directors, and art-loving criminals. This heist was different, because you came without a plan. Or so it would seem, based on the position we're both in now. What do you think, thief?”

“I think your deductions are utter garbage. Still chasing after daddy's shadow, James?” The girl in the tuxedo called out in the Inspector's voice. The young man smirked as he tucked his notebook in his pocket.

“Scathing words, coming from you. Too bad today marks the end of your phantom reign. The officers below will finally see what your true face is. Then, goodbye, Scarlet Tux! All you'll be is a woman without a mask to hide behind. And without that mask, you're no better than a criminal.” Spitting the final words of his declaration, the young man drew the knife from his coat and threw it perfectly. The girl jerked her head to avoid the knife, but it still clipped her mask. A piece fell to the ground below, where officers were beginning to gather. She glanced between the area below and the junior detective in front of her. He was preparing to throw the second knife. With a small sigh and soft grin, she released her grip on the cable. Falling on the display below, she bounced off the wooden portion after shattering the glass. She lay immobile, as the officers surrounded her body. One stepped closer, putting away his revolver and moving to remove her mask.

>roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>557035

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>557035

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>557035

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>557035

No chance police boy!!!

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Rolling ended; going with 69.
>>557089
Nice roll, comrade.

>>557113

Didn't notice that was best of three... That happen when you are little tired on head...

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The officer pulled the light body over, surprised by how frail the girl the was. He reached up, gingerly grabbing the edge of her mask. He wasn't prepared to do this. As he started to pull, the girl's green eyes snapped open. Biting the ball in her mouth, a spray of mist hit him in the face. His eyes rolled back and he fell on top of the girl unconscious.

“Clark! Clark! Shit!” The other officers spread out, trying to get a clear shot at the thief under their fellow officer. The young girl grabbed the strings in her sleeves, pulling them until they went slack. All of her smoke bombs went off at the same time, creating a wall of white that completely blanketed the area. Officers stumbled around, as she pushed the officer off. She stood, wincing as she felt the cuts in her stomach and side. Her landing hadn't been half as graceful as she had hoped. Walking directly towards the window, she pulled out her other gun and glanced at the sealed glass. Reaching into a separate pouch, she pulled out a small lipstick case. Undoing the lid, she traced a large circle around the glass. The glass immediately began hissing, as she tossed the activated case to one side. Drawing one hand back, she punched the glass, causing the entire panel to fall outwards. Before it fell completely, she caught it with her hand. Setting it to one side, she stepped out through the window and stared outside. It was only a short drop to the ground outside, but there were guards posted at every corner of the wall and patrolling. She had a small opportunity to break free and had to take it. She reached for the radio and realized it had fallen off her belt when she'd crashed on the ground. Time to do this the hard way.

>use a zip-line to get to the nearby building across the wall
>knock out the roaming guard and climb over at own pace
>write-in

>>557258
>use a zip-line to get to the nearby building across the wall

>>557258
>knock out the roaming guard and climb over at own pace

>>557258
>>use a zip-line to get to the nearby building across the wall

Voting ended, going with the zip-line.

>Roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>557439

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>557439

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>557439

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>557439

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Without missing a beat, the girl aimed across the gap. Firing a bolt across the area, she watched as it slammed into the bricks. Yanking to ensure it was secure, she disconnected the reel from the gun. Activating the magnet, she tossed it up towards the wall above her. It spiraled, before slamming firmly onto the metal reinforcements around the base of the third floor. Then she crouched down against the window. Pulling a clip and rope from her belt, she began mentally preparing. Time for a little faith in herself. Launching herself off the ledge, she tossed the clip up, praying for it to stick. It hit the metal cable, pushing in the latch enough for the clip to catch. Yes!

The rope in her hands tightened as her weight came down on the cable. She slid down the cable fast, sparks beginning to form from the metal grinding against metal. She flew over the top of the wall, hurtling towards the far side of the street. She brought her feet up before slamming into the wall, wincing as the impact reopened every cut she'd received thus far. The cable finally snapped as the clip slammed into the wall and knocked it free. She fell the remaining 4 feet to the ground, stumbling and falling onto her back. She coughed as the breath was knocked out of her lungs. Glancing over, she noticed the paparazzi. They had heard the sound of the impact, but hadn't figured out it was her. Rising shakily to her feet, she began limping down the street before turning into an alley. Time to plan her next move.

James walked through the smoke-covered room, heading towards the slight breeze he felt. The officers were still frantically trying to wake up Clark. It was a powerful drug, whatever the officer had been hit by. The young man found the source of the breeze, just before the cable audibly snapped. His eyes narrowed, before he turned back into the smoke. If he hurried, he could still catch up.

>change disguises immediately
>rendezvous with comrade

>>557661
>rendezvous with comrade

>>557661
>rendezvous with comrade

>>557661
>>change disguises immediately

We should try to disguise a old woman with bad leg...

Going to go get some food really quickly; will be back to see what the vote is at.

Voting has ended; rolling with rendezvous with comrade

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(1/2)
The girl staggered down the road, trying to hug the edge of the building. Staying in the shadows would aid her in avoiding detection. She glanced towards the museum, in time to meet eyes with the fat Inspector. She cursed and dropped her gaze, but it was too late. She heard the crowd begin jeering as officers pushed through their ranks. She started sprinting, trying to distance herself from the officers. Her colleague had promised to be here, somewhere nearby. Pulling out her cellphone, she began dialing the number quickly. She raised the phone to her ear, waiting for her friend to pick up. When the line connected, she began speaking firmly to her partner.

“How far away from the museum are you?”

“Three streets down, in the alley. I have your change of clothes ready.”

“Good; be ready for company in minutes.” The thief closed the phone, tucking it into her belt. She stopped as she reached the third street. She noticed officers sprinting down the street in front of her. They had gone out the back exit of the museum. She turned and sprinted down the third street, searching for the alley. She saw it, twenty feet down the road. She sprinted towards it, ignoring the pain in her side. As she turned into the dirty street, she felt the first drops of rain begin falling. Ignoring that, she sprinted down the alley. She heard the officers behind her and noticed light ahead of the alley. Dammit! She tried to glance around for an exit as she slid to a stop next to a dumpster. Two hands reached out, grabbing the thief firmly. The first thing she lost was her mask, as the figure undid the clasps. Before she could resist, she felt the buttons on her jacket being undone. With practiced ease, the buttons securing her jacket and pants were undone. Both articles of clothing were tossed behind the trashcan, along with her belt, as the figure slammed her against the wall firmly. Not enough to hurt her, but just enough to shock the girl. She felt hands wrapping around her waist, as the thief finally identified her molester.

“Anna, what are you-” Her line was cut off, as the other girl sealed her mouth with a passionate kiss. Anna finished zipping the skirt on around her waist. The thief couldn't resist, as the girl continued her kissing session. The officers ran down the alley, only pausing momentarily to glance at the two girls making out. They left, calling out over their radios to spread out the search. Anna broke the contact with a smirk and licked her lips, as the thief sputtered and coughed. “I almost passed out just now! What the hell!?”

(2/2)

“Statistics show that people are less likely to look closely at a couple making out. Due to embarrassment or a natural reaction of the human body, I'm not sure which. I deduced it would be twice as effective when involving two high school girls in rain-soaked white shirts. Nice bra, by the way.” The girl pulled a set of glasses from her pocket and slid them on. She knelt next to the girl to look at the blood on her side. “Numerous lacerations from minute sharp objects...did you dive into glass again?”

“Look, James was there and he almost caught me this time! I couldn't risk that, Anna.” The thief winced as the girl probed her injuries. Anna sighed and stood up.

“Okay, that's enough. I don't need to hear about your romance issues. What did you think of my kissing technique?”

“It was...weird.” The thief's gaze dropped, as her friend laughed. The girl with glasses pulled two jackets from a bag in the trashcan, before handing one to the thief.

“Secure your belt and the jewel, you prude.”

“Don't give me that, you pervert!”

>go home
>go to Anna's house
>write-in

>>558279
>go to Anna's house

>>558279

> “Statistics show that people are less likely to look closely at a couple making out. Due to embarrassment or a natural reaction of the human body, I'm not sure which. I deduced it would be twice as effective when involving two high school girls in rain-soaked white shirts."

I half agree with her logic but I like it...!

>>go to Anna's house

Voting has ended; rolling with Go to Anna's house

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>>558271
>two girls making out
L-lewd.

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The two girls made their way out of the alley after burning the uniform. They were making small talk when a figure both recognize passed by. The young man noticed the thief and turned towards her with a smile.

“Rachel! You're out in this rain with...Anna? What are you guys doing out here so late?” Rachel's eyes darted to the ground, trying to hide her discomfort. Anna sighed, irritated by her partner's obviously smitten reaction. With a sigh, the girl with glasses hugged Rachel and spoke.

“We were here to catch a glimpse of you, James! Rachel was cheering for you to catch the Scarlet Tux! But, from the looks of it, she got away again.” Anna forced Rachel to look at James. The young man's gaze fell to the ground, frustration written on it. The girl wanted to confess her actions, but couldn't. Her hobby was too far gone to give up now. Anna grinned at her friend's sorrow and grabbed her cheeks. Speaking to both equally, she spoke happily. “Well, if you can't hurry up and catch that thief, I'll go ahead and steal Rachel's heart, James.”

Kissing the thief on the cheek, Rachel cried out in shock and pulled away. James blushed and stormed away, mumbling angrily under his breath. Anna grinned mischievously and spoke to the obviously upset girl. “I detect a hint of anger under that blush, Rachel. You mad?”

“Goddammit, Anna! I'm tired, sore, and wet!”

“I can help you with that last one, Rachel”

“You know what I meant.” Rachel's gaze fell, tone dropping in response, as Anna walked away victoriously.

-------

Both girls made their way to the main street and found the first taxi they could. While they rode, they heard the official statement by the Inspector in regard to the heist. Both laughed as he tried to explain how he'd failed for the tenth time. The pair had been doing this for a while, and were only getting better with time. This last heist had been touch and go, but the success was in large part due to their gadgets. Rachel had exhausted most of their tools, which meant her partner would be pressed to replace them. Even with a huge fortune, these things took time. Both girls arrived at Anna's apartment. They jogged inside, before shedding as much of the wet clothing as they could while still being presentable.

“Are your parents still not home, Anna?” Rachel asked, as she set her wet boots to one side. She paled, realizing she'd been wearing the red boots of the Scarlet Tux when she'd talked to James. Anna set her wet shoes next to the boots and shook her head.

“I took those into account, Rachel. That's one of the reasons I kissed you in front of James. To get him to look away.”

“One of the reasons?”

“The other is because you're cute and I love that.” The other girl grinned, as Rachel's blush reappeared.

>first aid
>hot cocoa
>warm shower

>>558702
>>hot cocoa
Meido I can only handle so much lewdness!

>>558702
>>hot cocoa
then
>>warm shower together

>>558702
>>warm shower
Gotta clean up.

>>558702
>warm shower

2 for hot cocoa; 2 for warm shower
Will wait five minutes for a tie-breaker, before going lewder with this quest.

>>558850
Decided to extend the wait to 15 minutes, and also add the option to mix both warm shower and hot cocoa, despite the mess that could occur as a result

>>558702
>warm bath while playing in the tub together

>>558879
I'd be fine with a hot cocoa shower. It has good idea written all over it.

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Both girls walked into the dining room. Anna broke off to start preparing hot chocolate, as Rachel sat down at the table. She stared at the bright red soaking her white shirt, before peeling off the wet clothing to look at her side. Now that she had a direct look at the injury, it wasn't that bad. Most were only light cuts that barely passed through the skin. Pouring alcohol on the scratches would definitely hurt though. Rising to her feet, she balled the shirt under one arm and leaned into the kitchen.

“Anna, I'm going to go take a shower! I need to rinse the blood off!”

“Why not take a bath so I can join you after the cocoa is done?” Anna's voice came from behind the counter, as Rachel started walking away.

“No! You'll do embarrassing things in the bath!” Rachel shouted behind her as she began peeling off the other wet garments.

By the time Rachel reached the bathroom, the girl was completely nude. The thief stepped in front of the mirror, tossing the wet clothes into the hamper outside the doorway. She stared at her reflection, making sure she hadn't cut her face in any way. Her emerald eyes were her cutest trait, in her own humble opinion. Her hair wasn't as long or nice as Anna's, but she'd needed to trim it to make it easier to play the Phantom Thief. Her body wasn't as curvy as Anna's either. Anna claimed it was fat, but Rachel was still envious of her bust and waist size. The thin girl sighed and turned on the shower. The cold water hit her back and she winced, body instantly reacting. She pulled away with an irritated sigh, waiting for the shower to warm up. After letting the water warm up, she stepped under the stream of water. Ah...this was what she needed in her life. After soaking under the water for a few minutes, she began searching for the shampoo. Working up a good lather, she began wiping down her body and hair with the soap. Some got into her eyes and she closed them to finish her job. She heard the door open and spoke.

“Anna, if you have the hot chocolate ready, just set it on the sink counter.”

(2/2)
Anna didn't respond, as Rachel struggled to rinse the soap from her hair. She managed to rinse most of the soap out and forced her eyes open as the divider slid open. As cold air came in, the girl stepped further inside to let her shorter friend climb inside. Anna smiled and held out a cup of hot chocolate.

“Here you go, Rachel. Drink up and I'll finish washing your back.” Rachel was reluctant to turn around, but finally relented, turning away. She sipped the hot coffee as Anna's soft hands traced patterns across her back. She started to blush as Anna's fingers began dancing around her back. Anna's hands suddenly left her back, to be followed by a sudden, soft pressure. As Anna hugged Rachel from behind, the girl's face turned bright red and she almost dropped the hot chocolate. She broke the contact as Anna's hands cupped her breasts. Both girls crashed into the bottom of the tub as Rachel tripped. The hot chocolate splashed all over the two, as Rachel coughed and sputtered. Anna leaned down and kissed Rachel. “Oops, I was almost done. Guess I'll need to start again."

Rachel forced her way out from under Anna and finished rinsing off. Before the shorter girl could object, Rachel exited the shower and grabbed a towel. Storming from the bathroom, she walked into the hallway. Anna was calling for her to come back, as the thief went to go pursue more hot chocolate. A sudden, ringing pierced the air, as the doorbell was activated. What?

>go after hot chocolate, ignore the door
>find some clothes
>answer the door
>write-in

>>559087
>Press your ear up to the door and listen.

>>559094
>then answer the door

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>>559094
Please clarify why we're listening to a doorway?

>>559099
There may well be sounds coming from the other side. Those sounds would undoubtedly carry through the material of the door.

Also because we want the door to tell us its secrets.

>>559087
> answer the door
If it is someone with suspicions maybe answering in a towel will throw then off

>>559087
>>answer the door
What could possibly go wrong? Answering the door with just a towel is always a good idea. Though finding some more hot cocoa is pretty damn tempting.

Voting ended; going with Answer the door

>Roll 1d100; best of 3

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>559189

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>559189

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>559189

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>559198
First roll best roll. My dice never fail to disappoint do they? Rolling just to get it out of my system.

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>>559219
Anon, every roll is precious, no matter how bad. It shows the QM the players care enough to post. Which is a win by my books.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>559189

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Rachel walked towards the door, wondering who was on the outside. It was extremely late. She only realized it could be Anna's parents after making it to the doorway. But, if it were the parents, why would they knock? Pausing in front of the door, the girl leaned forward slowly and set her ear against the doorway. Waiting for some sound, some sign that there was someone else outside. The door suddenly came unbolted, lock clicking open, and the deadbolt sliding out of place. The girl's eyes darted back and forth in shock, as the impossible happened. Rachel's gaze darted back towards the bathroom, ensuring her friend was still inside. There had to be a tool, something to defend herself!

Noticing the pot next to the door, she raised it up, preparing to strike at the person preparing to enter. The door flew open, a gust of wind blowing rain up and inside. As Rachel threw the pot forward, she could only watch in horror and awe as all of the drops of rain and pot froze in the air. The rain was swept outside as the pot was returned to the floor gently. She spun on her heels and sprinted into the house, shouting loudly.

“Anna! Grab the largest weapons you have! We have a Code:Red emergency!”

Anna's response was immediate. The girl kicked open the door to the bathroom, holding what appeared to be a futuristic stun gun. Tossing the gun to Rachel, she pulled a second from under the bathroom counter. As she noticed Rachel's shocked look, the girl adjusted her glasses and grinned. “In case of rapists. It's currently set to 'Piss yourself'. Strong enough in voltage to put a tall man on his knees for an hour. What are we up against?”

“You're facing potential business partners! Please don't shoot, it would be extremely painful!” A man's voice called out from the entryway. Both girls pointed their guns towards the entryway, waiting for someone to cross into their hallway. A woman walked into the open, wearing a maid outfit? Both girls fired their weapons, only to have the needles stopped and curved to either side as both reached the woman. The blonde woman turned towards both of them and smiled.

“There's the two stars of the hour. Congratulations on a successful heist. I'd like your assistance in a matter two weeks from now. Are you in or not?”

>listen to them
>get dressed first
>write-in

>>559344
>it would be extremely painful
Dank memes Meido
>listen to them

>>559344
>>get dressed first
They seem like a patient sort, I'm sure they won't mind.

>>559344
>listen to them, but stay in a towel

Voting has ended; talk with them, in towels

The two girls walked into the dining room. The woman followed, while her partner stayed out of sight. As all three sat down at the table, Rachel finally spoke.

“What do you want with me?”

“What we want isn't either of you. We want to hire the Scarlet Tux to steal something at a party two weeks from now. We have a ticket inside for a young lady, but neither I nor my colleague can take that spot. So we're hoping you can help us with our...job.”

“I don't want to send Rachel into danger, lady.” Anna's solemn voice spoke from across the table. She leaned forward, ignoring her towel starting to come undone. The woman raised her hands in surrender and nodded.

“Yes, I'd be sending Rachel into unfathomable amounts of danger. A monster is going to that party, and something that belongs to her is what I need you to steal. It will be dangerous, because that monster has no restraint and will stop at nothing to capture and kill her prey. That's why I've hired the best possible guard to defend you. An panther well on in his years, but still has the skill and talent to kill when needed. I can't take no for an answer, either.” The woman's eyes narrowed, as Anna was lifted from the table by an invisible force. The girl struggled to breathe as the invisible force strangled her. Rachel tried to help her friend but realized she was powerless to intervene. Glancing between her dying friend and the woman, the girl came to a sudden decision.

“I'll steal your object!”

“See, that wasn't so hard.” Anna fell to her chair, towel drifting to one side. She began coughing violently as Rachel rushed to her side, making sure the girl would be okay. The woman rose from her chair and began walking towards the exit before stopping. “The man who will be aiding you is called 'Anderson'. My name is Angel. I'll be contacting you via mail a week and a half from now. Don't bother trying to run.”

Rachel watched in shock as the terrifying woman walked out of sigh. She looked towards Anna, as tears began forming in her eyes. Anna glared at her friend and muttered.

“You shouldn't have accepted. You know this is a trap.”

“I can't lose you. You're my precious friend.” Rachel hugged Anna and began crying. The girl with glasses only wrapped her arms around Rachel, already planning what tools would be necessary. She didn't want to send Rachel into a trap, but it was necessary now. What had Angel meant by there being a 'monster'?

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>That is the end of the Phantom Thief Special! Thanks for playing and reading. Depending on how well this was received, I may do more in the future, as extra stories and quests between the actual Hitmaid Arcs

If you liked the session, here's my twitter, where updates about future quest sessions will be posted: https://twitter.com/MeidoCerulean

>>559722
I don't mind yuri shenanigans and I dig the whole phantom thief thing so it was pretty fun. Felt a bit short but I did end up getting here late and it's just a special type thing so it's all good. Thanks for running Meido.

>>559087
>The hot chocolate splashed all over the two
W-what happened to the cup? Was it not made of glass, but even then it would probably hurt to fall on a cup. Meido please, muh realism.

Since I'm already somewhat complaining, I can't help but thinking that poll for the protag was totally rigged. Stylish old man was winning when I voted and then all of the sudden 8 votes for cute girls. Turned out fine though so I'm not actually mad or anything. One last thing, maybe make a post on twitter when you start the thread?

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>>559820
Forgot to repost on Twitter. Mentioned it once Friday and forgot. And it was my fault on the Strawpoll; it was at 3 votes, and I mentioned it to comrades on the discord. Cute girl beat out old man thanks to possible lewd. I'm glad you made it for the end though, comrade. Till next time! And the glass was tossed out of the shower by the God of Yuri, to make the moment more magical.