I slink in to unlock Xandria's safe. It's difficult, but I have the required skills to make quick work of it. Slipping in unheard and unsuspected, wearing cat burglar black from head to toe. Weaving carefully between the booby traps that might trip up many a thief, but not this thief. Hugging the walls of the safe, I creep over to Xandria's sleeping form. Resting peacefully, with that carefully erected illusion of security. So sad really. I stroke her hair and gingerly ease the win from her cool, delicate fingers.
Slipping out as easily as I went in, and taking the win to that one place where none dare follow.