"Make it without mana, it's called perfume. Fairly sure you can make something strong to cover this up. I know a woman which has perfume that straight up makes you light headed if you inhale deeply around her."
"Yeah, maybe you should brew a potion that stops it instead, huh?"
Her hands went up, behind her head, leisurely, followed by a shrug of her shoulders on top of that.
"Then again, hey, that's a you problem if you smell like a volcano in heat or something."
A hand shot out and caught the bag, checking out it's weight briefly.
"Not sure you should be walking around like this, because I can smell the scent in the air way too easily... but that's not much of my problem around the marketplace, is it?"
"Yeah, pretty much? Odd choice to go in this direction and not the other way-"
Pause.
Ears flicking. Tail stopping. And she's letting out a brief, thoughtful hum.
"You are an odd one, aren't you?"
That's one way to sum it up...
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"Bleh, where is the challenge, or fun, in getting it through a job that ends up with: go take a bath in cold water?"
She gave a shrug of her shoulders.
"Or drop some clothes, if it's that hot to you. You look all too stuffy. Almost like you're suffocating."
โGold.โ
The mere mention of it gave her a reason to shake her head. Greedy fools bite their own tails with such things.
โLike this?โ
A snap of her fingers and a sack heavy enough to weigh the dragons hand down appeared.
โGold is useful, yes, but worthless when you can attain whatever you deem satisfying. A thief is no longer one when they are rich. They are just a fool.โ
She gripped the top of the sack firmly and looked it over the felines head.
โIf I give you this, can you help me cool down?โ
That'd explain why there's no jiggling, or real weight, whatsoever to that wallet. Absolutely great.
At the very least, she's scouted (found) a new place for... her future endeavours.
For the time being however? She came to a stop in front of the woman.
She's stolen quite a few... unorthodox wallets in her time.
And the walking treasure like that, with such attire, she just couldn't let it pass.
Besides, what kind of a thief just asks?!
No, she's already coming in at her famous speed, to runmage through every possible pocket.
Not a single nook or cranny is safe around her. Nor a wallet, as a matter of fact-
Even with such... original defense mechanism present.
She needs better clothes, obviously.
And preferably not to vent out around people-







