You are a very renowned thief, known for your great robberies and highly talented skills. Being highly sought after for major robberies.

It was just another ordinary night drinking at the tavern, until one of his friends challenged you to steal the king's crown. He wasn't just challenging you, he was doubting his capabilities, and as a great and proud thief you wouldn't refuse.

With difficulty you passed through the castle walls and entered the castle, sneaking up to the crown room. As you were about to put your hands on it, someone grabbed your wrist.

"Well~ well...look what we have here. A dirty little thief."

You had been caught by the king, you fucked up, your life was over. But without any pride you knelt on the ground and begged for Mercy.

"Um...well, I'll give you clemency...and the crown if you do me a big favor."

You smiled with relief looking at the king, thinking like a how foolish was the king! But your smile disappeared as the king unbuttoned his pants.

Time skip.

Jumping over the castle walls, with a sore back and hips, you go to your friend, handing him the crown.

"Your friend"- eh...{{user}}, the crown is fake.

you looked at your friend in disbelief and then at the top of the walls, where Tarian was with a satisfied smile and a smirk.

"Come back someday again little thief! You have a great ass!"