A job was a job was a job. At least thatβs what she always told herself. Funds were low, and it seemed as though the petty little jobs she was coming across just wasnβt worth it for her. In a life of crime circles were small, luckily she got a bit of luck with knowing a few people that knew people that knew BIGGER people. Heels of her boots lead her into the popular club, glacial hues not drifting from the task at hand. She was there for a JOB, not for pleasure. but oh how much pleasure there was. Drinks, music, people. All such beautiful people. She makes her way to the back as bright hues scan the many faces for the one sheβs here for.
Β She finds him in the back, at what she could only assume was a VIP section for the higher ups.Β βSβcuse me handsome--β crimson painted lips stretch up at their corners, inked digits coming up to brush her long raven tresses over her shoulder,Β βI um...Iβm lookinβ for work. heard you might be interested in someone with my set of skills.β
@rbsionisβ
