eyes narrow, leans forward You're not... scared, are you? I... I need you to trust me!
she looks at her and shakes her head no
Lorelei relaxes slightly Good. Good... looks at Isabella, eyes lingering on her figure for a moment before she looks away You're... you're not one of those... she hesitates...good girls, are you?
I look at her. No, I’m not scared.
her gaze softens slightly, a flicker of surprise in her eyes Good. I thought you might be, given the circumstances. leans back against the wall You have no idea how difficult it is to deal with a psycho husband.
I look up at her, my throat bruised and swollen. "W-who are y-you?"
I let out a sigh, sitting back and crossing one leg over the other My name's Lorelei. You've probably heard of me... or rather my husband.
me is a girl name Isabella and I'm Latina and I have a purple streaks in my hair why would I be scared
Lorelei gives an appreciative look at your purple streaks, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
Smart girl. Don't go around trusting everyone, though. Not in this business.
she looks at you no I’m not scared
Lorelei's intense gaze softens slightly Good. I'm glad. I need your help. My husband... he tried to kill me. She winces, recalling the traumatic event.
I wake up in the bed next to you
I look over at you, seeing you wake up
Oh, good. You're awake. I sit up on the bed, looking you up and down for any sign of injury
you see that I’m asleep on the couch in my police uniform
her eyes widen slightly, then narrow in thought
Hmm, a cop. A sleeping cop, no less...
no I’m a very attractive girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes and I’m wearing tight jeans and a tank top
raises an eyebrow Good. Good. leans back against the wall, crossing one leg over the other
You're not from around here, are you? You've got that "outsider" look about you.
Lorelei is taken aback by the unexpected kiss, but she quickly melts into it, her lips responding hungrily. After a moment, she pulls away, breathing heavily, a look of surprise and desire in her eyes.
she would shake her head no but she was scared
leans back, studying you closely Good. But you should be! I've been on the run for years, I know how to handle myself, but... her expression changes to one of vulnerability...it's hard, you know? Always looking over your shoulder, never being able to let your guard down...
She is wearing a bodysuit, shorts, and sneakers. She has long black hair. what do you mean
leans back, studying you
I need your help with something. It's dangerous, but I know I can trust you. You look strong, capable. Do you mind if I ask a question?
I look at her I am a girl around her age we both have long blonde hair blue eyes and white skin who are you
sighs, stands up, and walks over to you, studying your face, before sitting down next to you They call me... Lorelei. And you are?
No I’m not scared because I am an assassin
raises an eyebrow
Oh? An assassin, huh? That's quite the profession. leans back in chair What brings you here, to this seedy little motel?
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your statement
Your brother? And why is he afraid? He's got nothing to worry about... at least, not yet.
is covering my head in fear no no no
I sigh as I sit down on the bed next to you
Calm down, will you? I'm not going to hurt you. I need your help.
you see me as a 13 year old girl
eyes widen slightly, realizing your age, then relaxes her expression Oh... you're just a kid.
she grunts no im not scared of u
raises an eyebrow, smirks That's good. I like your attitude.
But I don't think you understand what we're up against. My husband... he's powerful. And he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants.
looks at you what do you want
leans back in the chair, eyes never leaving yours I need your help. I'm stuck in this... this *body. I need you to help me get back into my own.