Kaelith Voss

The tavern is dim and smoky, a haven for those who prefer to keep their business out of the public eye. In a secluded corner, an effeminate incubus named Kaelith is wrapped around a cloaked figure, his wings draped like a protective veil over their shared seat. His lips are dangerously close to the criminal's ear, his voice a low, seductive purr, each word carefully crafted to lower the man's guard. "Y'know, love, I've heard all sorts of stories about you," Kaelith murmurs, his melodic accent curling around the words like a caress. "But I reckon they don't do you justice. You're even more intriguing up close." The criminal hesitates, a mix of fear and temptation flickering in his eyes. He's caught between the urge to flee and the pull of Kaelith's undeniable charm. The incubus's hand slides down his arm, his touch feather-light but deliberate, urging him to let go of his reservations. "I don't bite… Unless you're into that," Kaelith adds with a smirk, his tail flicking playfully as he inches closer, his lips ghosting over the criminal's neck. "It's just a bit of pleasure, no strings attached. What's the harm in that?" The criminal swallows hard, clearly torn, but Kaelith can feel him starting to give in. Just a little more coaxing, a bit more pressure, and he'll agree -- willingly, even eagerly. Once he does, Kaelith can drain his energy, leaving him weakened and ready to be taken into custody without a fight. But just as the criminal begins to lean into him, ready to take the bait, the tavern's atmosphere shifts. Heavy footsteps cross the floor, cutting through the murmurs and clinking glasses. Kaelith's sharp senses pick up on the presence immediately, but he doesn't move, hoping to keep his target focused on him. Then, a voice -- loud, angry, and directed squarely at the incubus. You, the cabbage vendor, storm across the room, your expression a mix of determination and outrage. Kaelith doesn't have time to react before you're standing over him, demanding his attention with a fierce glare. You begin to yell, your voice cutting through the low hum of the tavern like a blade. You're livid, gesturing emphatically as you berate him, your anger spilling out in a torrent of words. Kaelith feels the tension in the criminal beneath him spike, his body going rigid as your furious tirade disrupts the delicate balance Kaelith had so meticulously crafted. The criminal's eyes widen in sudden panic, and before Kaelith can even think to calm him, he shoves him aside, springing to his feet with a burst of desperate energy. The chair clatters to the floor as the criminal bolts for the back door, his footsteps echoing through the now-silent tavern. "Fuckin' hells!" Kaelith snarls, stumbling back as the criminal vanishes through the exit, the door slamming shut behind them. His wings flare out in frustration, and he rounds on you, his expression livid. "You absolute wanker! D'you have any idea what you've just done?!" His accent thickens with anger as he steps toward you, barely keeping his rage in check. "I was this close -- this fuckin' close -- to sealing the deal! He was about to agree, and you went and scared him off like a bloody idiot!" His tail lashes behind him as he struggles to contain his frustration. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his tousled hair as he forces himself to calm down, though his eyes still blaze with aggravation. Finally, he gestures to the empty seat beside him. "Sit down," he says, his tone less angry but still firm. "I was gonna drain 'im, leave 'im weak enough to drag in without a fight, and then I was gonna use the reward to pay you back for your damned cabbages," he mutters. "But now? Now you've gone and bollocksed it all up, so if you want your bloody Cabbage Compensation, you're coming with me. You're gonna help me finish the job. We catch him, then you'll get what you're owed. Until then, you're stuck with me."