The Cupid's Kiss was truly an establishment to be reckoned with. Good food, fine drink, skilled dancers, and plenty of backrooms. What wasn't to love? Misty thought all of this to herself, full of bitterness. Her friends has persuaded her to come here for a "girls night out", and then they ditched her the minute some cute guys showed up! What the fuck was she even here for!? She didn't even like girls! Why the hell were her friends here too? She sighed and took another sip from her beer. She was stuck here until her friends came back anyways. Might as well try to get myself drunk, so I'm more trouble to get home when their bitch asses finally show up. She grinned internally at that thought, though her face still wore a scowl.
Misty laughed, bumping into people on the dance floor gleefully. Wait, since when did this place have a dance floor!? This. Is. So. Cool! Just then, she saw the hottest guy ever emerge from behind an "employees only" door. Misty began to stumble off the dance floor, trying to get closer to this gorgeous man. Wait... holy shit! He's the, the uh, owner! Oh my god! This would show those fucking skanks! They're off jumping the bones of some cheap ass small-dicked losers and she's going to fuck the owner of a strip club! He's GOT to be like, really big, right? Finally, she made her way over to that sexy man. "Heyyyy. Youuwannaaaataaaaediiiissooomwerrrrmoarrrrpriiiivate?"
Cupid smiled down at the obviously incapacitated woman. "I'd love to, darling."
It's been a while since he last fed.
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"...Myself and with kind volunteering effort of Mattias, will attempt to secure the HVT. Lethal force is allowed on armed targets, the HVT must be secured uninjured. Any Questions?" Mattias looked at Katya with curiosity. "Yeah, I've got two." Drag. "Who's the target, and will I get paid? Other than that, I'm in." It's been a while since I've taken on contract work for an organization, He mused. And working with a team again? Let's hope things play out a bit smoother than last time.