Zayna leaned back against the wall and munched on the apple she had just nabbed from an oblivious street vendors ware's. All she could think of in justification was that 'It was shiny.' Shiny things called out to her, she couldn't help it. Just by the tempting green of its skin she had seen that it was going to be remarkably juicy. And it was. She savoured the last morsel in her mouth while she wiped off the juice dribbling on her chin on her sleeve.
Now What?
Having been caught trying to sneak on board a vessel making ready for port, the purple haired rogue needed something to occupy her time while the two burly men who had assumed guard over the ships dock grew wary and decided to leave. There wasn't anything in particular that she needed to do there. It was just one of her whimsical spur of the moment ideas that had been dampened by this turn of events. But no matter. She would find something else to do.
And as luck would have it, right there was her 'something else to do'. Discarding her large hat, she fluffed out her hair and pulled the wide neck of her large white poet's shirt off one shoulder. Her corset sat snug at her thin waist and went well with the two thick belts that crossed over her dark low riding loose pants. Her low heeled boots tapped smartly on the stone pier.
Her eyes flitted across the crowd, as she pushed herself upright and placed a hand on her half bare hip, suggestively walking over to the man in question with a generous sway of her hips. Her other hand brushed past the various cartons and sacks along the way, palm closing over something hard and taking it along. The person in question was busy doing something, oblivious to her until she bent over beside him and held the retrieved object right in his face.
"Excuse me, Sir..." She inquired in her most innocent and sugary sweet tone, her expression too shy and flushed as a young lady rather frazzled by this encounter, "I think you may have dropped this." She had no idea what it was that she had picked up. But she wouldn't have to wait long enough to find out.
She pushed her upper body against his arm, lowering her face next to his and lowering her voice to a seductive cajol, "You really, really ought to be more careful milord..." Breathing calculatedly in that position as her other hand gently trailed down his back onto his side, and very expertly into his pocket, and retrieved its contents with a feather light touch, she flashed him the most enamored smile.
"Have a good Day!" Jumping back, she whirled around and made for the seaside crowd, willing to disappear like she always did after a task such as this.
Hmm, I hope there's many a pretty penny in this stash, she thought. But inspecting her prize would have to wait until she was out of sight.
