Islands and Chains

[Silver]

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Her tongue clicked in her mouth, as she played with her food and her eyes were somewhere else, running the possibilities in her head and what she actually knew. Putting her finger into one of the truffle appetizer, she licked it somewhat before looking at the man in front of her.

"Exeter. Liberty Boys. Projects. Hessians. Is it timed? No. Or else.."

Caressing her lips, her trail of thought kept going and her eyes drifted again. Breathing in through her nose, almost as she was smelling something fully, her eyes dropped to the plate and her eyebrow rose.

"And alive. I normally don't do livin'. Junkers? Yes. Yes."

The head tilted to the left, her eyes still in a semi-fugue state and her fingers played with the food as it was play dough. The whisky softly moved in its glass and whatever remained of the cigarette in the ashtray kept exuding a lazy smoke upwards, like a job half-finished. Suddenly her eyes regained focus, as she finished her thoughts and the devilish smirk of an executioner came to her mouth, once again.

"You were already in New Paris or you're a proxy, considerin' the little time it took you to get here. Meanin', you were lookin' for me specifically. Meanin', whoever pullin' yer strings not only has the need, but the dosh. I mean, makin' and breedin' someone like Heinrich? That smells of fat cats or governments black suits. Both of them have the funds to make a girl like myself blush. And I ain't blushin' yet. Make it three bills, bub, and you got yourself a deal."

The smirk turned to a grin.

"This ain't a single girl job. Far from it. This here be a company contract. I got the right colors for the job. I got the right baits for the traps. But the honey is needed to pay for it all. And we never, ever did pro-bono. Sure as shit we ain't gonna start now. Three bills, and I'll even wrap them with a pretty bow tie and an apple between the butt cheeks."

Picking up one of the small fishes, she ate it whole in one gulp and chewed, waiting for the reply of the man.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop