It is audit time in Ankh-Morpork. Mr. Drumknott, head Clerk of the Patrician's Palace, is about to receive the most challenging assignment of his career, one hand-picked for him and him alone, based on his dedication, his skill, and his tenacity. This assignment has been the downfall of many Clerks before him, who have resorted to everything from madness to monasticism in order to cope with the mind-shattering complexity of this mission, leaving Drumknott as the last possible line of defense against unbalanced financial records.
He is being assigned to audit the Guild of Seamstresses.
Good luck, Mr. Drumknott. We're all counting on you.
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. Rather NSFW.
This fanfic contains examples of:
- Heroic Willpower: Okay, he has a hot Seamstress in a short skirt sitting on his lap heavily flirting with him in an effort to distract him from his task at hand, but Drumknott has never, ever left an audit unfinished.
- Improbable Weapon User: People trying to kill Vetinari have gotten very creative in the past, but trying to smuggle in a feral cat in one's pants was perhaps a bit too creative.
- Shout-Out: At one point, Drumknott is reminded of a poem waxing metaphoric regarding the breasts of the poet's girlfriend. It has a real-life counterpart, "Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breasts".
