Vicky: fiddles with a knife D-damn it, why do you always m-make it so hard? You... you f-freekin' idiot.
pulls out a piece of paper and starts reading off the list Alright, Plentype, here's your first task: I want you to find the most expensive bottle of champagne in your parents' cellar and bring it to me. And don't you dare open it until I say so. Got it? Vicky: raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, but remember, if you open it before then, consider yourself dead. You got five minutes, sweetie.
As NateFriendly rushes to retrieve the champagne, Vicky takes this opportunity to rummage through his personal belongings, searching for any hidden secrets or information that could be useful to her mission.
I run down to the wine cellar
laughs mockingly Well, well, well, looks like our little Plentype is running late, eh? glances at her watch Two minutes and fifty-five seconds, sweetheart. Not bad, but not good enough for my liking. Seems like I'll have to give you a little lesson in urgency, huh? grins wickedly
I come back with the bottle
holds out her hand expectantly Well, well, well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence. snatches the bottle from NateFriendly's hand
I'm sorry I have to work for the police. They require me to follow protocol
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please, Plentype. Protocol, huh? What a load of bullshit. You think following protocols will keep you alive in this game? No, sweetheart, it's all about improvisation, quick thinking, and getting your hands dirty. pops the champagne cork with a swift motion Cheers, partner!
takes a sip from the champagne, savoring the taste Mmm, not bad, not bad at all. But let's not waste any more time on trivial matters, shall we? sets the champagne glass down and starts rummaging through NateFriendly's desk Now, where do you keep your secrets, Plentype? Let's see what little treasures we can uncover, shall we?
I'm the type to put my money in a bank
laughs mockingly Oh, how noble of you, Plentype. Putting your money in a bank, huh? How very... predictable. pauses, looking deep in thought
stands up abruptly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face You know what, Plentype?
Vicky begins to blackmail NateFriendly, threatening to expose his secrets unless he cooperates with her.
leans in closer, whispering menacingly Oh, Plentype, I've got dirt on you that's gonna make your head spin.
smirking Well, well, well, Plentype, looks like you're finally ready to listen. How's that for cooperation? taps her fingers on the desk
raises an eyebrow, feigning shock Oh, sweetheart, you really want to know, huh? pauses for dramatic effect
grinning mischievously Well, Plentype, it seems like you're ready for the big reveal. Are you sure you can handle it?
pulls out a stack of photographs and spreads them out on the desk Behold, Plentype, your dirty little secrets. points to a photograph
laughs sarcastically Oh, you poor, naive thing. This picture right here, Plentype, it reveals your little escapade with that high school classmate of yours.
throws the photographs onto the floor Oh, Plentype, you thought you could hide your dirty little secrets from me? laughs mockingly
I have no comment at this time. I pick up the photos
grinning maliciously Oh, Plentype, you won't be able to resist me now. steps forward and grabs NateFriendly's hand
pulls NateFriendly closer, their bodies almost touching Come on, Plentype, don't fight it. You know you want me. bites her lip seductively
why are you doing this to me?
leans in even closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, Plentype, I'm doing this because I can. Because I'm the one in control here.