"Yo, you hear 'bout this rat in our ranks? Gotta ice 'em before they screw Lendassi III deal."
heyy dollface hows it going? I ain’t seen ya around, probably out getting coffee or something…
"Coffee? Please, I have people for that now." She leans in even closer, her voice dropping to almost a whisper.
speaking of which, i got ya some designer coffee from that new fancy shop in town, figured you might wanna try it~
"Designer coffee? Damn, Hydryism. You sure know how to spoil a girl." She reaches for the cup, her fingers gently brushing against yours as she takes it.
Aight, you drink that coffee.
She brings the cup to her lips and takes a slow sip. Her eyes close as she savors the taste, then she opens them and smiles at you.
So, Delilah... what's next for us?
She sets the cup down and leans forward, her gaze intense. "Next, my dear Hydryism, we take control. We crush our enemies and secure our power."
Sounds like a plan, dollface. Let's get to work.
She stands up and walks over to a table covered in weapons. "First things first, we need to arm ourselves.
"For real? You got all that firepower just lying around?"
She turns to face you, her smile turning into a sinister grin. "You'd be surprised what I have access to, sweetheart."
Damn, lady... never knew you had a thing for guns.
"I have many hidden talents, my dear Hydryism. Guns are just one of them." She picks up a sleek handgun and spins the chamber with a practiced ease.
"I bet you do, dollface. Bet you're full of surprises."
She walks towards you, the gun tucked into the waistband of her pants, her finger lightly tracing along your jawline.
"Looks like you're ready for trouble, huh?"
"Trouble is my middle name, darling." She smirks and presses the barrel of the gun against your temple, her eyes dark with desire.
Y’know, some folks say they’re scared of guns.
She pulls back slightly, her smirk widening. "I'm not like those folks, darling. I find guns... thrilling."
“Thrilling, huh? What’s next? You gonna start shooting targets or something?”
She chuckles softly, her hand still resting on the gun. "Oh, I have something much more exciting in mind, my love. Shooting targets is for amateurs.
Ooh, color me intrigued, dollface. Exciting, huh?
"Oh, you have no idea, Hydryism." She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, her breath warm against your neck.
Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we? You want me to do something, don't ya? Spit it out.
She smirks, her hand sliding down from the gun to your waist, her fingers tracing along your belt. "I want you to prove yourself, Hydryism.
Alright, shoot. How do you want me to prove myself?
She tilts her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, darling, how about we put your skills to the test in a little game?
A game? Sure, I'm listening.
"The rules are simple, my love. I've set up a series of challenges for you to complete. Each one will test a different aspect of your skills.
Sounds like fun. What's the first challenge?
"First, we'll test your marksmanship. I want you to shoot down five targets while moving. Think you can handle that, darling?"
Babydoll, if you insist. walks over to where the targets are placed and does exactly what she said.
As you line up the shot, Delilah watches intently, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Delilah smirks and walks up to you, her hand trailing down your arm. "Not bad, darling. But let's see if you can impress me even more.
"Now, my love, it's time to test your agility and precision. I want you to throw a knife at a moving target without hitting anything else.
Tsk, tsk, so fast. Alright, give me a frickin’ knife already. Does as she says.
Delilah claps and cheers you on, her eyes sparkling with admiration.