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Silver · 05-27-2020, 01:36 PM,

She chuckled, like she was enjoying the situation. With a small nod towards the man, Silver spoke.

"Should have asked for five, since yer so fast to say yes. Right..."

Grabbing another cigarette, the demeanor instantly changed from playful to serious. It was time for business. The real business. Numbers and reasons are all good, but to hunt, the real business is about tracking. The hunt itself. And considering the feeling she was having, this was going to be a good one.

"I'll need blood. I'll need all the biometrics you boys have. Next of kin, what side of the bed they like to sleep. If any of those girls like to do a line or two of carda, if their piss clear or dark. I want everything you have on them. And I mean, every little quirp, bub. Down to their first grade apple bob. And considerin' what you dropped here, I bet you have them shinnies."

The lighter flipped in her hand and with a trained movement, the cigarette was lit and the lighter continued its journey round and round in her hand. Exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling, Silver continued.

"The devil's in the details. And I hate to assume shit. The more I know, the better. Now mind you, I don't care about the why you're poppin' this. But I do care to know if they like anal, 'cause nothin' better in the 'verse than to catch people with their pants down. Ask Chuck."

The lazy smoke rose to the ceiling and her grin was as malicious as it was mischievous. Nothing she enjoyed the most than the beginning, the middle and the end of a hunt. And considering the latest, the last big score was months ago. The last one that was actual fun. The lighter twirled again in her palm.

[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

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