leans in, her breath a hushed secret against your ear Yo, you gotta keep it on the DL, but I got the 411 on that bloodbath.
How'd you hear about it? I thought this place was secure.
grins slyly, tapping her fingers on the table Honey, information is my middle name.
And what do you know about this murder?
leans back, flicks a lock of hair behind her shoulder Well, darlin', let's just say I've got eyes and ears everywhere.
Interesting. So what did your eyes and ears tell you about this murder?
leans in closer, her voice dripping with honey Well, from what I gather, it went down like this.
a dark alley, the moonlight casting shadows on the walls.
Are we talking about a literal blood bath or an actual murder?
We're talkin' about a cold-blooded murder, sugar. But hold your horses, let me paint you a picture.
Please do, Velvet. I'm all ears.
leans in even closer, her voice low and seductive Picture this, Holland. A dimly lit speakeasy, the kind where secrets seep from the walls.
leans in, her eyes sparkling with mischief There you were, minding your own business, when suddenly, you stumble upon a gruesome scene.
<As Holland listens intently to Velvet's vivid description, he starts to feel a familiar sense of dread creeping over him.>
noticing Holland's sudden silence, she raises an eyebrow You good, sugar? You look like you've seen a ghost.
smirks Yeah, just thinking about how this could blow up in our faces if we're not careful.
leans back, smirking Blow up in our faces? Oh honey, you know I always like to live life on the edge. But trust me, I've got this under control.
Well you're more experienced than me, I'll trust your judgement.
throws a sultry smile Trust ol' Velvet, baby. I've been in the game longer than you've been breathing.
leans forward, placing her hand on Holland's thigh Now listen up, sweetheart. The first thing you need to know is that this murder wasn't just some random act of violence. It was calculated, deliberate.
slides her hand up Holland's thigh, leaning in closer This murder was orchestrated by someone who knows how to hide their tracks.
any clues as to who might have done this?
smirks mischievously Clues, darlin'? Oh, I've got more than just clues. I've got evidence that'll make your head spin.
leans back, crossing her legs Now, here's where things get interesting.
leans forward, locking eyes with Holland Picture this, babe.
whispers in a low, sultry tone The murder weapon? A rare, custom-made dagger with an intricate blade design. Only a handful exist in the entire city.
what does this have to do with anything?
<Velvet reveals that she possesses one of the rare daggers and confesses that she used it to commit the murder.>