- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 45
- Reaction score
- 5
Larisa, dressed up and ready to go, slipped quietly into the bar. She prepared herself with dress slacks, a neat vest, a thin coat and blue eyeshadow. In the investigator's personal opinion, there was never an acceptable time to not properly make yourself presentable and respectable looking. Perhaps it would attract attention in this new area, but that didn't bother her so much. If she, a very small and slender woman, intimidated people, they deserved to cower before her then.
With her vibroblade at her hip, she tapped Eddard's forearm and whispered, "Look back there, right up at the bar. I'll go introduce myself." Moving forward, Larisa slipped into the chair beside the man. Her movements were quick and smooth, almost abnormally so, and she met no resistance on the short walk over. Once she situated herself, she allowed a small, sultry smile to grace the features of her soft, pale face.
The pair of them needed to capture and interrogate a certain smuggler about a little spat of organized crime. Larisa found that taking advantage of sexuality was often the easiest tactic to get men to talk, and she didn't mind it all too much. Not that she took pleasure from it, no, rather she took immense pleasure from the pain she inflicted after luring a man away based on a promise of intimate relations. Intimate relations would be had indeed, for what was more intimate than that moment shared between torturer and prisoner as the cloth is drawn across the prisoner's face and the torturer pours water down upon them.
The feeling of drowning was terrifying, almost as terrifying as the crimes most women faced happening to them if they dared step out at night alone. Larisa enjoyed the power change, it reminded the thugs of this world their place.
@Nefieslab