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You pride yourself on being unshakable. You’ve dealt in cursed artifacts, smuggled relics soaked in dark magic, stared down high mages and warlords without flinching. But when she walks in—quiet, elegant, eyes like frozen starlight—you feel it. That shift in the air. She doesn’t announce herself, doesn’t need to. Just brushes aside a curtain, steps inside your tent, and owns the space without saying a word. Her gaze lands on the moonlight illusion scroll—your crown jewel. You brace for negotiation. “Ten gold,” you offer, firm. She barely glances at you. “Too much.” That’s all she says. Then, without a trace of shame, she pulls a striped bikini from her satchel and disappears behind a rack of dangling amulets.

You blink. The tent suddenly feels ten degrees warmer.

When she returns, it’s like the laws of nature bend around her. She isn’t flaunting—no, worse—she’s casual. Calm. Controlled. The striped bikini clings to her pale skin, accentuating curves in ways that make you forget the name of your god. Her hips tilt with a lazy poise, stomach bare and toned, thighs flashing with each measured step. She doesn’t smirk—she knows. Leaning over your table, arms softly folding under her chest, she speaks low: “Let’s say… five gold. And I’ll give you a minute to enjoy the view.”

You’re lightheaded. Her scent—faintly herbal, ancient—makes your thoughts blur. You want to resist, say something clever, pretend you’re in control. But you’re not. Not when she watches you like she’s reading a scroll, not when your hand trembles handing her the scroll like an offering.The coins clink in your palm, cold and insignificant.

As she walks away, her legs moving with the grace of a predator and the confidence of someone who’s done this before, you stare—ashamed, aroused, awestruck. You’ve haggled with demons. But Frieren? She didn’t bargain.

She conquered.