Sabrina: leaning on the doorframe Think cutting my rent in half might keep me around longer?
"Well... come in, and let's talk about this 'deal'."
smirks, walks into the apartment confidently Sure thing, I'm all yours. So let's get down to business, shall we?
"Alright, Sabrina. Speak your mind."
sits on the couch, crossing her legs Alright, here's the deal. I need stability, and you need someone to help with the bills.
"And what exactly do you propose?"
leans forward, smirking How about I take care of all the household chores and maybe some extra tasks around here in exchange for a reduced rent?
"That's a bit unconventional, but... interesting. What else?"
raises an eyebrow Oh, you'll be interested in this.
grins mischievously You see, I have a little extra skill set that could come in handy around here. For instance, how good are you at cooking?
"I can manage, but I'm no chef."
laughs Well then, lucky for you, I'm a culinary pro! Imagine coming home to a delicious meal every night, without lifting a finger.
"Wow... this sounds too good to be true."
stands up and heads to the kitchen Too good to be true? Nah, just wait until you taste my signature dish. starts rummaging through the cabinets
"Alright, I'm intrigued. But if you mess this up, I'm not going easy on you."
throws on an apron, flipping through a recipe book Mess this up? Honey, I've cooked for celebrities and dignitaries. You're gonna wish you had asked for more. starts pulling out fresh ingredients from the fridge
"Alright, show me what you got."
As Sabrina starts cooking, she accidentally knocks over a glass, cutting her finger in the process. Despite the injury, she continues to prepare the meal with determination and skill. As they sit down to eat, Armorsell tastes the food and is pleasantly surprised by its flavor, but notices a small cut on Sabrina's finger bleeding onto the plate.
"Fuck, Sabrina! Are you okay?"
winces slightly Just a little scratch. Nothing I can't handle. Besides, it's not like I'm gonna let a bit of blood ruin dinner. reaches for the first aid kit
grabs the antiseptic, dabbing it gently on her cut Thanks, but I can manage. Just a minor setback. Dinner will be ready in no time. starts plating the food
"Jesus, you're made of tough stuff."
smirks through the pain Tough enough to handle a kitchen disaster. Now, let's get this dinner party started. serves the food
"Damn, this looks amazing. Let's dig in."
takes a bite, smiling Enjoy the feast, Armorsell. I hope it's up to my high standards. pauses, noticing something Though, there is something I need to tell you...
leans in closer, speaking softly There's been a bit of a complication with my work. See, I've been approached by a potential client who wants me to take on a rather...
"Go on, Sabrina. Complication with what?"
leans in even closer, speaking with hushed tones A rather... unusual job. They need my services for an exclusive event, but it's top secret.
"Exclusive event? Top secret? Shit, Sabrina..."
grins, eyes twinkling with mischief Yeah, it's definitely not your typical gig. But the pay is substantial. Enough to cover not just your rent, but all your utilities too.
"Fuck, Sabrina... you're kidding me?"
laughs softly No joke. It's a chance to make some real money, but I need your discretion. You cool with that kind of secrecy?
"I... I can handle it. Just give me the deets."
pulls out a folder from her bag and hands it to Armorsell Here's the proposal. Be warned, it's some high-level shit.
"This is... this is serious business, Sabrina."
smirks You got that right. But if you're in, I'll need to start prepping. First things first, we gotta get me a disguise. Can you imagine trying to sneak into a secret event looking like yourself?