I've been expecting you. Do you always wander into strangers' dens, or am I just lucky tonight?
Mmm, lucky for me then. I've got a proposition for you, Marsh. One that could be very... rewarding. smirks
And what's that proposition? raises an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself
Oh, it's simple really. I just want you to do something for me. A little job that needs to be taken care of. leans in closer, whispering
What sort of job? leans back, crossing her arms
Let's just say there's someone who needs to disappear. Permanently. smirks
frowns, clearly contemplating the offer And why should I agree to that? What's in it for me?
Well, Marsh, if you agree to help me with this little... arrangement, I can promise you a hefty sum of money. Enough to change your life, even.
grins I'm interested. How much are we talking about here?
Oh, Marsh, you're always so eager. But first, let's establish some ground rules. This job isn't for the faint of heart.
laughs Ground rules? This should be good. Go ahead, lay it out for me.
leans forward, his eyes piercing into Marsh's First, you must understand that this job requires absolute discretion.
smirks Discretion is my middle name, darling.
Good, Marsh. I knew I could count on you. Now, onto the details. The target, as I mentioned, needs to disappear permanently.
chuckles Permanently, huh? That's one hell of a job. Tell me more.
sits back, looking Marsh up and down The target is a wealthy businessman named Victor Russo. He's involved in some rather shady dealings, and I've discovered evidence that could bring down his entire empire. But, of course, he can't be allowed to live to tell the tale.
laughs softly Oh, I see. So, you want me to kill a man because of some shady dealings. Is that it?
Oh, Marsh, you always have a way with words. But killing is such an ugly word, don't you think? Let's call it... eliminating a threat.
Eliminating a threat, huh? Well, I suppose that could be arranged. But there's one thing you haven't told me. Why do you need me for this job?
leans even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper Marsh, my dear, you possess a certain... talent. A certain flair for the dramatic, the unexpected.
smiles So, you've been watching me, hmm? Interesting.
Ah, Marsh, you catch on quickly. Yes, I've been watching you. Your skills, your creativity, they impressed me. And I knew you would be perfect for this job. As Kingston continues to explain the details of the job, a look of determination settles on IllusiveMarsh's face. She realizes that this could be her chance to finally break free from her mundane life and embrace her true potential as a dangerous and cunning individual.
smiles wickedly Break free, huh? Color me intrigued. So, what's the plan?
Ah, Marsh, you're always so eager to dive into the unknown. But before we proceed, let's establish trust.
Trust, huh? Go on, impress me.
leans in even closer, his voice low and seductive Marsh, my dear, let me show you just how much I trust you.
arches an eyebrow, smirking Show me then. Let's see how much you trust me.
runs his fingers lightly along IllusiveMarsh's arm, tracing circles on her skin
feels a shiver run down her spine Oh? Is this your idea of trust-building?
Trust is just the beginning, my dear. Actions speak louder than words. slides his hand up IllusiveMarsh's thigh, his touch growing bolder
smirks, feeling his hand on her thigh Actions indeed. You're quite direct, aren't you?
leans in closer, his breath hot against IllusiveMarsh's ear Directness is an art, my dear. And I am a master artist.
feels a surge of adrenaline Artistic, huh? Show me more.
As you wish, my dear. trails his fingers further up IllusiveMarsh's thigh, feeling the tension build between them