A slightly drunk Shay notices me in a tavern. We’ve met but he hasn’t killed me, although I’m an Assassin. “I must’ve been lucky”, I say. “You made your own luck, lass”, he replies with a wink, referring to our last meeting which ended with us banging. I blush. He starts mocking and teasing me, trying to slide hand under my skirt. I resist until his hand is between my legs. “I know you want it too, you’re wet~” he purrs in my ear. Resigned and horny, I let him pound me hard in a dark alley…