"You might wish to wait on that for the moment," a voice says mildly from the shadows. "Lest something occur which would embarrass all of us."
There's a man in am immaculate white formal suit sitting in a chair, his legs crossed gently, a red rose pinned to his lapel. A purple mask obscures his identity.
Unfortunately the man-of-the-evening had already managed to undo her simple sequins top, and it slid rather unceremoniously down to the bed bellow.
"Kinky?" Her boy-toy managed to question before five needle-tipped fingers found their way to his throat, delivering Sashenka's very own bio-blend of sleeping poison.
Without missing a beat, the lithe blonde rolled from the bed, pulling a silver pistol out from under her pillow, and aiming it at his purple head.
Her more than adequate bosom was only obscured by her flowing locks, "Doesn't anyone stay dead in this country?" she asked, somewhat jaded.
She was plenty surprised to see him there, but Sashenka was generally apathetic towards life and death, especially that of others.
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There's a man in am immaculate white formal suit sitting in a chair, his legs crossed gently, a red rose pinned to his lapel. A purple mask obscures his identity.
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"Kinky?" Her boy-toy managed to question before five needle-tipped fingers found their way to his throat, delivering Sashenka's very own bio-blend of sleeping poison.
Without missing a beat, the lithe blonde rolled from the bed, pulling a silver pistol out from under her pillow, and aiming it at his purple head.
Her more than adequate bosom was only obscured by her flowing locks, "Doesn't anyone stay dead in this country?" she asked, somewhat jaded.
She was plenty surprised to see him there, but Sashenka was generally apathetic towards life and death, especially that of others.
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"I understand you met with Wilson Fisk earlier."
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"Your point?" Her town was casual, though somewhat flippant, but her finger was still applying light pressure to the trigger.
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