Secret Police
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Jan 12, 2016 2:17:50 GMT -5
I'm going to kill them.
Lyante made herself the little promise as she strode into the large ornate hall of the upper class villa. She felt a bit uncomfortable wearing the dress and the new shoes pinched just enough to be a nuissance. That would be the last time she had agreed to drawing straws for a job. From what she heard the SP usually did that for the jobs no one wanted and she suspected the sustem was rigged somehow. The added information that she would "would have to be actually presentable" was an additional slap in the face.
thus, she found herself here, wearing the only dress that could be considered high class, adorned by jewelery and make-up and wearing her hair up. For once, her hair was swept back, revealing her other eye. She had done her best and following the advice Mattea had once given her, she managed to hide most of the scar underneath her make-up.
pausing to look in the mirror in the hallway, she felt like she actually might enjoy this lavish party; sure the dress had a high split, but it accentuated her slender figure. Judging herself and approving, her mood bettered a bit when a voice called out to her.
"Are you the police chick?"
Lyante's mood instantly dropped below her initial one. The greasy slick hair, the tacky suit; this had to be the mob guy barthering information. His tone gave her the same respect as he would have for any woman: none.
I'm gonna kill them. But first I'm gonna kill him.
Lyante answered as coldly and as friendly as she could manage. "I am the officer assigned to this case yes. Now kindly explain why it was vital to meet here to exchange the information."
"I ain't missing this party. Plus they promised me a decent looking escort. Guess they're short staffed, right? No blonds? Whatever. You get your information after the party."
lyante was livid, but she knew she couldn't strangle the greaseball and return empty handed. Trying to be diplomatic, she answered: "The State will not forget your actions here."
Missing the obvious threat, he smacked Lyante on the ass and laughed "I'm not forgetting this party, come on."
It took Lyante every ounce of restraint in every fiber in her body not to shoot his hand off. She kept repeating what the Director said, that this information was vital, and that they needed it.
But once she got the information, he'd be dead. They all would be.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 12, 2016 4:49:18 GMT -5
If only she'd known someone here was sharing her pain.
Rio's mood couldn't have been lower. This job literally went against everything she'd specialized in to date. Sending a marksman for close-ranged recon and 'censorship' as they liked to call it- was absolutely not the Lion's forte. She recalled the moment perfectly, being called into the boss' room with a black dress hanging almost ominously on a coathanger beside his desk. Seeing the garment highlighted with subtle reds obviously meant to accent her own color, Rio was on the verge of growling before she was assured this particular shot at her pride was for the sake of the 'family'. Apparently, an affiliate was leaking information to the wrong people- and word had it he was exchanging a rather crippling series of tidbits for a shot at the high life. Rio knew all too well that the enforcers of the mafia were all in and out of prison several times each. Anyone with rep in the family was a red flag at the higher ups- but who had family outside of the slums she could supposedly go 'visit'? You guessed it.
The task itself was simple, the methods however- completely borderline suicide. Kill the mark before he could give up any information, photograph the body with her hawk eye, and leave the situation without being caught. The guards in the upper class city were a lot less tolerant of Rio's sort of business, and with a party that looked as high strung as this- she was sure that if anybody aside from a grease ball from the slums died here, there'd be hell to pay. That being said, Rio herself was a greaseball from the slums to the eyes of most, she was sure. Except for today...today she had to pretend like she had a life again.
The etiquette wasn't hard to remember, the Lion had an upbringing filled with mannerisms and proper etiquette before she was cast away in the slums after all. She put on the dress that was creepily well fit to her figure despite having given no measurements to the bosses in the past. After that came some earrings, mostly studs running up her feline ears. For the first time in a long time, the Lion was greeted with what actually looked like her own left hand. There had finally come a time when hiding the marksman's stabilizer arm was of some importance, and so among other creepy and no doubt expensive trinkets, her cybernetic arm was given a 'skin' coating that matched the Lion's tone perfectly. Seriously, someone was way too good at their job for her comfort levels.
Once the minutia had been taken care of, Rio was ready. Snickers and prodding jokes came from some of her debatably 'closer' coworkers while cat calls came from a few others. Ironically, Rio returned with cat calls of her own- bordering on an aggressive hiss in response before storming off towards her transport. The ride towards the upper sectors was hell. A nervous redhead sitting in the backseat of a suspiciously clean vehicle slowly exiting the slums with a few shady exchanges at the borders before they began exiting the familiar stench of filth and dead hope. The streets got progressively cleaner as they continued, until something that looked straight out of a storybook neighborhood came into view in the distance. She recognized these roads, and that certainly help the pang of hurt in her heart as she passed one particular intersection. She'd taken it to get home too many times to remember.
Had to focus. The past didn't matter now.
Rio was let off a respectable distance from the manner her 'party' was being held at. She'd somehow managed to convince the powers that be to let her go with the bare minimum on heels. No use killing someone if you couldn't even stumble yourself towards them after all. Giving herself a few hundred meters to get used to walking in the completely impractical pieces of footwear, Rio managed her way inside after an awkward exchange with the bouncers for the event. Papers were faked pretty well...she was surprised she wasn't shot in the head on sight. But there was plenty of time for that yet.
I'm going to kill them.
Rio made her way into the party, immediately downing what appeared to be the strongest drink they offered in the smallest glass possible. Liquid courage from the finest parts of the city, it would have to do. She'd have to be careful activating her hawk eye in here. Avoiding suspicion was paramount, and her weaponry was limited. Of course, Rio had her stun baton on her for the worst case scenario, but all she could afford to use in close quarters inconspicuously was a modified epi-pen. To be honest, Rio herself didn't even know what was in it- best not to find out. Just had to shank the guy on the way by and pretend like nothing happened. Flatten the ears, water up the eyes, and give 'em the old 'helpless kitten' expression before excusing yourself and running away. Priceless.
Now, all she had to do was find him..
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Secret Police
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Jan 12, 2016 5:55:45 GMT -5
Lyante's mood was as sour as the drink in front of her was strong. It provided little to know solace though, as the new bane of her existence kept behaving as the stereotypical posterchild of unwanted male attention. Slumping over het drink, she wished for the party to end and entertained the idea of just shooting someone to make it end, preferrably the person she was supposed to guard.
She was Secret Police, however, and unfortunately for her, that included undercover work. And undercover work included playing the part, even if it meant playing the eye candy for a middle aged man trying to act like a 20-something gift to all the women in Novus. Worst of all, he knew he was under police protection, which meant any threat, no manner how small would be taken seriously and would be stopped. That included drinks thrown - and slapped directed at - his face.
All Lyante could do was stop the action before it happened, giving the girl involved a very apologetic look and promising them he'd get his comeuppance. Luckily he seemed to have taken a momentary pause as she scoped out 'fresh meat' from the bar, asking Lyante a few inappropriate questions about what she thought the girl in question would have as preference.
It was after the latest swig of booze that Lyante noticed someone gulping down the same drink beside her. Clearly, she would have to feel as annoyed as Lyante for her to down that strong a drink. Or maybe she was nervous. Lyante found herself judging her dress and being jealous. The red accents went nicely with her hair and the split wasn't nearly as high as hers.
Curious, Lyante tried to scan her with her eye before she realizes she wasn't wearing her goggles. It had been a direct order not to wear them and it had taken her half an hour to leave them behind. The eye itself wasn't nearly as powerful and barely connected t othe nearest database, so she gave up.
I guess I'll do it the old fashioned way, Lyante thought as she turned slightly.
"Hey, you feeling as joyful about this as I am?" she adressed the woman beside her, "if so, next one's on me."
The next moment the greaseball demanded Lyante's attention by asking her to focus her attention at a blond girl across the room. As per his usual manner, he used his outside voice, almost yelling: "Hey, sugartits, look at the piece of ass across the room!"
Lyante's eyes went wide, the iris color briefly changing to red, before she rolled her eyes at Rio and excused herself. "Hang on, work calls."
Lyante threw her arm back catching a blow thrown by the blond girl's boyfriend. Lyante was by no means stronger than an average woman of her figure, but she exploited pressure points, holding the guy's hand in such a manner that he'd break his own joint if he struggled. Having dealt with the boyfriend, Lyante once again berated her job-inflicted ball-and-chain, thinking no information could be worth this, before she turned back to Rio.
"Sorry about that, where were we?"
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Post by Adalura on Jan 12, 2016 6:31:15 GMT -5
If the Lion had nothing else on her side, she had time. This party was sure to last a fair while yet, that gave Rio plenty of time to find, assess and plan her method of attack on the unsuspecting target. There wasn't any harm in getting a few drinks in, although admittedly she couldn't trust herself 100% to not sink a few too many in. There was always a bathroom nap to sober up if things got too bad of course, but she'd tackle that problem if it came up.
She'd only gotten two drinks in before the feeling of someone addressing her crept through the neko's ears. They twitched, subtly turning slightly towards the female before her head joined the rotation. She examined Lyante, one eye a deep ice blue and the other a trademark Lion gold both fixated on the raven-haired woman before her. Her tail swayed back and forth rhythmically from the diamond-shaped hole in the back of her dress, showing off the slender, toned back of the Lioness.
"I'm expecting a bit more excitement to come up later-"
She was cut off, ears perking and eyebrow raising curiously as she was called away by a rather unpleasant man. Sure eyes were off her for a moment, Rio watched intently with her Hawk Eye as Lyante easily disabled the other man. Pressure points for sure, she had training of some sort. The tunnel-vision that came with using her hawk eye kept Rio distracted for a moment, though once she had zoomed out, she'd noticed it. The height and hairstyle fit the description of her mark, but the crowds were too hard to see through quite yet. She had a possible mark- but getting up to eye him would be suspicious. The night before them would be a gigantic game of chess, she had plenty of time- best not to blow the cover she had over something so simple.
Rio turned back to the bar as things wrapped down. She ordered another drink by the time Lyante returned, sipping at this one instead as the raven-haired woman reintroduced their short lived conversation.
"Sugartits, huh? Sounds like you should've dated longer before you committed yourself to that kinda 'work'."
She seemed almost teasing in her tone, flashing the girl a charming smile with an unassuming flick of her ears. It never hurt to add little cute factors onto her appearance if she was going to be here a while, after all.
"But if you're still offering, I couldn't refuse that politeness. My name's Rio. I uh...came here as the guest of a friend, but our date fell through a few minutes in. Figured I may as well enjoy this little taste of the high-life while it lasted~"
Coming up with an excuse should have likely been a large part of the Lioness' plan, but preparation had worked against her. She figured it best to make up a front story in case some questions got brought up a few drinks from now. Rio wasn't very good with thinking things up on the spot- though hopefully the prospect of a break up would give validity to her hesitation. Looking back, coming alone seemed like the most suspicious part of this whole operation..
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 12, 2016 7:43:16 GMT -5
Lyante ordered two drinks. One for her and one for her conversation partner as she sat facing away from the bar. She never let the greaseball out of her sight and luckily he stayed close enough for her to intervene without having to leave the bar.
Turning back to the woman at the bar, she noticed the two different coloured eyes.
Heterochromia iridum, she thought, that's a though one to pull off. So either she was naturally gifted or had a good geneticist. But as she said she'd enjoy the high life for a moment, I'm guessing implant, maybe?
Lost in thought, Lyante was pulled out of her trance when Rio talked at her again.
"Believe me, when this job ends, someone is going to swallow his words and nicknames. Preferrably force-fed with a gun barrel."
Lyante should have stayed in character, but she'd had to interfere just a little too much for her to still be credible as a date and there was no way she'd ever want to be associated with this guy in any way other than 'regrettable job contract'.
The 'regrettable job contract' chose that moment to order yet another drink, making sure that Lyante knew she was supposed to pay for it. She stayed stoic and paid for his drinks, but when he told the bartender to keep supplying Lyante with booze until "the dress would come off", something inside her snapped.
She blushed and grabbed his hand. To anyone giving them a glance, this would look like a sign of affection between an obnoxious guy and his inexplicable girlfriend; however, in reality, Lyante was nearly breaking his hand and/or wrist as she gave him the kindest, broadest smile.
Whispering, barely audible to him and persons around her, she bit: "You've had your fun; you'll stay on the seat next to me on this bar until the party is over, without any of your bright ideas, because - and let me emphasize this: we have other methods of extracting information."
With the word "other" Lyante's eye colour flashed red for emphasis. As she semi-violently put the greaseball down on the seat on the other side of where Rio was sitting. Lyante sighed as she leaned back against the bar. Turning to Rio she rolled her eyes again: "Some jobs are not worth it, you know?".
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Post by Adalura on Jan 12, 2016 17:59:33 GMT -5
"Maybe you're at the bar for a good reason then~"
Rio winked a gold-hued eye at Lyante, taking another sip of her drink and making sure to pretend like she wasn't paying attention to her interactions with the greaseball. Once he closed in however, the Lioness turned in her seat slightly, locking both eyes on the male she was now sure was her target for the night. That likely placed the raven-haired woman beside her as a high ranking police official...or worse. The thought was off putting immediately, but Rio couldn't excuse the idea that a special unit had been sent to protect the informant- meaning a close physical altercation could prove disastrous to both her success and her life. Best to part them, or perhaps play on the obviously distraught woman's bad mood. She'd be lying if Rio said she wasn't sharing the same outlook on their night, she just hadn't let it show yet.
"Maybe you've just gotta make the best of the night. That's what I'm doing, besides, he doesn't look all bad~"
Lying was a forte of Rio's, and it showed here. Her tone was impeccable, staying at just the right pitch to make sure both Lyante and the informant could hear her subtle compliment without sounding like she was baiting him. Turning on the charm once more, she gave the raven haired woman a little close-eyed smile and a flick of her tail before taking another sip of her drink. The "I got dumped and I'm trying to sound depressingly optimistic" angle was working for her so far, even if a pang of realism bit at her ankles with every sentence- knowing she was wasting her one chance to live the nice life on an assassination mission in the middle of a crowded party.
Rio sighed, looking out to the party with a melancholy expression- part of her longing for the idea of actually blending into the crowd and enjoying her night. She hated dressing up as girly as she was- it was an invitation for trouble in the slums. Tonight however, it felt like a waste to put such a long time into getting herself ready just to sit at a bar, contemplating murder. Looking back to Lyante, Rio rose her glass to the raven-haired woman.
"To the lives we can't escape~ I haven't gotten your name yet, by the way."
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Post by Tyché on Jan 13, 2016 22:24:21 GMT -5
Rio's words sounded like they were her god-honest opinion. They rang with the clear ring of a bell of truth, but still Lyante couldn't believe. Of course; she'd agree to the first part; she might as well enjoy herself: underwear like she was wearing tonight certainly deserved to be seen, zven if it were only to justify the price. Still, no force in the universe could convince her that anyone would find the sleazeball next to her attractive. She met Rio's eyes with a look of bewilderment and queaziness as she nearly vomited a little in her mouth at the very thought of spending the night with him.
"You have some strange tastes," Lyante replied. Thinking to herself that this rebound thing had to be something powerful. Lyante shuddered again at the thought of being ok with sleeping with that personification of tacky grease just so you wouldn't feel lonely. She turned to give another reply but found her conversational partner staring into the crowd with an melancholic look on her face. Either she got dumped hard or this reminded her of a painful memory. Immediately Lyante starting weaving a backstory for the girl based on characters from the mangas she had read. Her dress, jewelery and eye hinted at rich upper class, but what she said and her new toast implied a lower class standing. Did she sneak in? Did her date bring a lower class girl just to dump her and see her suffer as some sort of sick entertainement or was this something else? Lyante's training kicked in and the words of the Secret Police training supervisor echoed through her head: 'when there is doubt, there's no doubt. Everyone is guilty of something. The more tempting something is, the more suspicious.' The instructor had had some other advice about situations like this, but those were of a personal nature and Lyante didn't really think she'd need it here. At any rate, her demeanour changed slightly to a more cautious one.
"The name's Lya," she aswered, wishing she had her goggles to run a check on this woman.
Misreading the situation, the greaseball saw this as an opportunity. He got up and addressed the redhead: "Now that you two know eachother and we've established your attraction to irresistable me, how about we get a room?" He flashed a smile and pushed his luck as always: "So how about it Sugartits; you gonna join me and this easy catgirl, cause there's a few things I'd pay to see."
He positioned himself somewhat between the two girls groping what he could before Lyante grabbed him by the pink and nearly broke it. "Heel," she commanded, forcefully relocating him to his orginal seating. With all the intensity of an attack viper, she hissed and whispered: "there will be no fun until I get what you promised us. Stay on that side and be quiet."
Lyante hadn't turned her back on Rio and focused on her, her eye turning a deeper shade as it tried harder to establish a connection to a database, without any luck. Sipping her drink, she took a shot in the dark: "So. Who did you say you came here with? Who are you?"
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Post by Adalura on Jan 14, 2016 3:17:57 GMT -5
Rio saw the woman before her visibly twist her expression at the Lion's last comment. Of course she wouldn't agree, if she had any standards at all- the man beside them was the bottom of the attractive food chain in both looks and personality. Rio couldn't see herself with anyone who lacked loyalty and convictions, traits both abysmal in the informant that stared at every woman that walked by with an embodiment of lust. Rio shrugged when called out about her tastes however, shaking her head a little with a 'you got me' kind of smile. If she had any lust for commitment when in the slums, her standards would have had to fall considerably. Not because kind people didn't wind up in there, but because they rarely became successful due to that very same kindness.
Once her latest decision had come around the table to backfire in her face however, Rio's regret began compounding. The man looked her over with obvious lust before returning to his prior harassment of the potential officer in front of her. She subdued him with what appeared to be a complete lack of discretion- returning the man to his seat after he'd attempted copping a feel of the silk-covered goods on the Lioness. Thankful his attempts landed at no more than an inaccurate brush against her, Rio let out an exhale as she turned back towards the bar, surveying her drink and taking another sip. It was probably better for now to ignore the male's advances, pretending they hadn't happened and waiting for him to lose interest- perhaps pursue him when he separated from his 'escort'.
"Lya's a pretty name. And I came with a friend, or so I thought he was. I'm from the slums, but you probably already guessed that. I got permission to come up here for a few days to visit my parents, and someone I knew before I took the test asked me to come out here. I guess our goals for the night didn't really align, so here I am."
Thankfully the interruption of the informant and a rather slow paced discussion had given Rio enough time to flush out her 'back story', as sad and demeaning as it sounded. Taking another sip, she turned to the raven haired woman, a gold-hued eye locking with Lyante's own- wondering just what that cybernetic orb was capable of. It hardly mattered with Rio's 'under the radar' affiliation- but it could mean trouble later if she was associated with what was to come. The air of suspicion couldn't be excused as a possibility- even though Lyante herself had initiated all their interactions so far without any provocation. Still had to play things out, make sure all her ends were tied and her story matched up rather well.
"You're right. Maybe I had the wrong impression going into tonight. There's plenty of ways to enjoy the night while single, I think you're in the same position as I am- maybe just need to get out and actually enjoy yourself."
Looking out towards the dance floor, Rio spotted several couples enjoying the night as it likely should have been enjoyed. Drinking, dancing in varying degrees of skill and generally proceeding towards twilight without a care in the world.
"If, that is, you're willing to actually try."
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Secret Police
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Jan 14, 2016 4:15:04 GMT -5
Lyante smiled: "Usually goals for the night don't align when you leave the party together, or did he gesture towards the vestibule?" Lyante joked. Her smile disappeared into a more serious face as she looked into the crowd and talked to Rio without really looking at her.
"I grew up there," she said solemnly. It was the first time she had ever shared that information without being almost forced. "It's no place for a kid. I worked hard and crawled out of that hellhole. I wonder what's worse: inheriting the position from parents you'll never know or growing up on top just to lose it all? At least you can take the Test again. I don't know, can't be easy."
Her serious face tawed as a friendly, but sad smile appeared on her face as she turned to Rio again. "As for the fun, it's true enough you can have lots of fun being single, but alas, I'm working, so I can't. Though I've been taking dance lessons, I'm still not that good at it."
"I bet two girls from the slums are great at dancing...horizontally," the greaseball interjected, breaking the melancholic mood and sending Lyante's expression, right back at serious. "Listen you," she started, but got cut off immediately.
"No, you listen, I got something you guys need, I'm not spending the entire night sitting on a stool like some sort of pigeon. I'm going to dance!" And with that drunken confidence, he walked into the crowd, preying on unexpected women and inviting them to dance.
Lyante had half a mind to let him go and stop caring, but in the end, her job was her life and she would not have her record blemished by this, by that guy. She downed the last of her drink and excused herself to Rio.
"Seems like i will join in the fun whether I want it or not," she said as she walked up to the crowd with a hastened pace, making sure no one killed the guy, including herself.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 14, 2016 6:03:22 GMT -5
"I'm afraid our parting is a bit too personal to share with a stranger."
Despite the sad theme at hand, Rio stayed optimistic. The slums would have swallowed her whole if she hadn't after all. She'd made a reasonable living for herself there- excelling in one particular skill set instead of actually escaping. Not like that was an option anymore either. God knew if the family had anyone better at killing than Rio, she'd meet them the moment she tried to escape to a better life.
"But, stranger you may be, at least you appear to have empathy- if nothing else. I was 'gifted' with the latter, so I couldn't say. It is what you make of it."
The Lion looked around the dance floor, watching the happy couples dragging their half-intoxicated bodies around in slurred attempts at artistic movements. There were more people on the floor above, some watching the hustle and lifeblood of the city's rich and famous enjoying themselves- completely and voluntarily ignorant of the plights beneath them. Others, like the greaseball, were trying to make their moves on the curviest vixens prowling the banquet for attention or money.
Rio had to stop herself from giving the man a venomous look when he mentioned anything related to sexual dancing. It was a low Rio refused to entertain the idea of even in sarcasm. Thankfully, Lyante pushed the Lion's thoughts out in the form of words for her, leaving the female's only reaction to the rude statement a rough swing of her tail to the side in cat-like irritation. She sighed, her recovery interrupted by the small outburst from the informant followed by his dismissal into a more populated area. This may have been an opportunity, but it certainly would have looked suspicious. She doubted if his 'guardian' wouldn't leave his side now- she'd ever do it for the remainder of the night. Rio would have to be subtle, and excuse herself before the desired effects of her injection kicked in.
"Maybe I'll join you before long~"
Thankfully she'd mentioned the idea prior, so it wouldn't be like Rio was following the duo like a lost puppy. A little delay may have been effective however. Perhaps turn up the sexual appeal a little- see if the male came to her in time. Rio took another large gulp of her drink, sighing as the burn slowly trailed down her torso. This was going to be a long night.
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About five or ten minutes had passed, Rio had downed another drink and the awkward she was about to pour over her head like an ice bucket challenge wasn't starting to seem all that bad. Liquid courage was flowing through her and the tank was most definitely full. She stood up, testing the waters for a moment and finding herself content knowing she wasn't quite tipsy yet. She'd have to run in the worst case scenario after all, and run fast.
Finding satisfaction in her range of motion, the Lioness took to the dance floor. It was awkward, going out by herself, but just like the slums- there were enough single men and desperate perverts to keep the redhead from dancing alone for too long. Of course, this proved heavily disadvantageous as she hadn't even made it ten feet in before being approached for the first time. Cat calls were sexist, but when your genes were actually spliced in with that of a Lion it was bordering on racism as well. To be honest, sometimes Rio wasn't even sure how offended to be by those kinds of actions.
Slowly but surely, Riona made her way into the dance floor, subtly shifting to the beat, politely refusing whomever showed up and flaunting herself as if she wasn't drowning in embarrassment and self-conscious awkward. Just take the bait, for the love of god please hurry up and take the bait..
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