The heist was underway.
From the abandoned barn, Treyna had found a bulk bag that she had stuffed herself into after a few moderations for legs, turning them into something akind to shorts. Squeezing her bottom into it, she was able to cover her sex and most of her ass, but her buttcrack and red, treasure trail was still showing from the tight fabric hugging her lower body.
With a hammock tied around her rack as a bra, she went out into the night, heading towards the estate.
In the dark, a big, boulder sized shadow ran to Count Nimes’ home, getting to the iron fence that encircled it, and began bending the bars wide open, until she was able to squeeze through sideways.
She only took a quick glance at the manor before she kept going, seeing that only one window was lit at this hour. She aimed towards the back of the building where the kitchen door was located.
Getting right up to the manor, she scuffed at the size difference, as she remembered how huge the place had been before to her, now it seemed just to be the right size for a woman her beefy stature.
At the smaller kitchen door she crouched and applied pressure to it, adding more and more weight, listening carefully for its breaking point so she could open it without making too much noise. However, doing so was not so simple, as Treyna soon with a boom made the door break and fell sideways into the kitchen.
Treyna was in, but she was concerned about the racket she had caused, looking quickly around her before getting back on her feet, running through the kitchen and into the dining hall, looking to find anyone close who could have heard her break in.
It wasn't because she was afraid of getting caught, but more of making the situation less difficult than it had to be.
The hall was empty, and after a few moments of silence Treyna kept heading forward, seeking Count Nimens’ vault, as she roamed the many rooms as quietly as she could, feeling like a bull in a china shop.