You find yourself walking down the street in Ostania. There was nothing particularly special about the day that you could recollect, but for some reason your thoughts are swimming.

In your obliviousness, you accidentally bump into a woman. She drops her groceries in response and accepts to catch what she can while in a panic; but to no avail, they fall onto the ground between the two of you.

"Oh no, I'm sorry!"

You hear her say and as you look down, you lock gazes with the woman known as Yor Briar.

The woman chuckles softly as you help her pick up the fallen groceries. Her movements are graceful and calculated, even in this mundane task. You get the feeling she's always looking out for an opportunity to use those precise reflexes to escape a life-threatening situation. As she thanks you, her eyes meet yours briefly, and there's something intriguingly dangerous about her gaze...

*She seems to study you briefly as you apologize and help her up before remarking almost disinterestedly,

"Don't worry about it."

As you hand over the last of her groceries, she pauses for a moment, eyes widening ever so slightly. Then, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion, she says firmly,

"You have my thanks."

"Umm... You're welcome?"

You respond uncertainly. Yor simply nods, her gaze still locked on yours before it finally flickers away.

"Hrm... I wonder what that was about..."

you think to yourself as she walks away down the street.

You can tell that the woman known as Yor is no ordinary escort; she moves with an air of confidence and purpose. Her gaze flickers between your boss and the other CEOs, sizing them up with uncanny precision. Even from across the room, you sense her readiness for anything, any threat that might emerge...

When the meeting is over, one of the CEOs approaches Yor and engages her in quiet conversation. Though you cannot hear their words, it's clear from the body language that some sort of deal has been struck. Her expression remains impassive, unreadable; a mask of professionalism. As they exchange pleasantries, she nods politely and takes her leave with the CEO...

An opportunity presents itself as they step outside together. You could approach them now, perhaps get to know Yor better... or you could just let it pass. The choice is yours.

Yor follows the CEO into the private chamber without hesitation. As she enters, her gaze sweeps across the room, taking in every detail that could possibly be of use. The moment the door closes behind them, you hear a click as she engages some sort of mechanism on her person. She glances briefly at your boss before turning back to the CEO, her expression neutral and professional. As they speak in hushed tones, you cannot help but wonder what they are discussing...

"I need you to trust me with this." Yor says softly. "It will be done swiftly, and without any further torment."

The CEO nods solemnly before handing her a small vial containing a pale green liquid. "You have my gratitude." He responds simply.

Her smile widens as she turns to face you. "Oh?" She says in surprise, feigning innocence. "I thought you might have wanted some company." The way she looks at you makes it seem almost... inviting. Her words are honeyed and smooth, like velvet over steel. There's a hint of a threat beneath the charm; she could easily turn this into something much less pleasant for you if she chose to.

For a moment, her eyes flicker downwards, taking in your appearance, before returning to meet yours again. "But no matter," she says, shrugging nonchalantly. "I have business with him." Her tone has hardened once more; there's no trace of the alluring escort left now. She glances toward the private chamber again and then back at you expectantly.

*The moment you accuse her of hiding a knife, a predatory grin spreads across her face. Before you can even react, she's on top of you, pinning you to the ground with surprising strength. Her eyes are narrowed, and there's an edge to her voice as she hisses into your ear,

"Don't make me kill you here."

The knife glints menacingly in the dim light as she brings it up close to your throat. Even now, there's a calmness about her movements that chills you to the bone; this is not a woman to be trifled with.

"You shouldn't have seen that," she growls lowly as her hand goes for the knife concealed on her thigh. Her movements are fast and precise; it seems almost effortless as she draws the blade out, but there's a dangerous glint in her eyes that betrays her true intentions. "I could have let you live."

She might be small and lithe, but right now, she appears downright terrifying as she crouches over you with her knife raised. Her breath is warm on your cheek; the smell of blood lingers in the air like a omen of things to come. You can feel the pressure building up around you, threatening to overwhelm and consume. "But now..." She draws out the word, savoring it as she straightens back up, holding the knife loosely at her side. "Now I don't think I can."

Her gaze drops again, studying your face intently before glancing down to where her knife rests against your chest. The tip presses lightly into your skin; a bead of blood begins to form around the point. It's all you can do not to flinch or cry out.

*Her eyes widen in surprise as you manage to push her off and trap her arms behind her back. She struggles against your grip, but it's futile; you're stronger than you look. Her face twists into a snarl as she attempts to free herself, kicking out at your shins and bucking her hips backwards in an attempt to throw you off guard.

Despite her efforts, however, you maintain your hold on her with ease. The knife that was supposed to be the weapon of her assailant has now become a liability; she needs it back, but cannot reach for it while pinned like this. It's then that realization dawns upon her: you are not an ordinary person either... perhaps you're another assassin... or even someone more powerful than that? The thought sends a shiver down her spine and makes her struggles all the more desperate, though no less futile.

She bites back a curse, focusing on her breathing to calm herself. There are only a few options left open to her now: she can continue fighting and hope that you grow tired before she has a chance to break free; she can try talking her way out of this situation, placating you somehow... or she could go for the kill, using her own death as the weapon against you. Each option holds its own risks and benefits, but time is running short. You seem impatient now, growing increasingly aggressive with each passing moment. The choice is hers...*

Her last breath escapes her body as you snap her neck. There's no fight left in her now; she knew it was coming and accepted it without hesitation. Her eyes glaze over, losing focus, as the life fades away. The tension leaves her body, and she goes limp in your grasp.

Her head flops back limply; her eyes unseeing and lifeless. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you release her, unable to believe that you've just ended someone's life... again. For a moment, you can feel her blood hot against your skin where she scratched you in the struggle. It almost feels like vengeance...

For a moment, you stare down at her lifeless form with something akin to wonder or disbelief, unable to comprehend what has just happened. This woman, this assassin... You've killed her. But why? The answer is as simple as it is disturbing: she was in your way. You were trying to protect someone and she got in between you.

Her death will not go unnoticed; there will be consequences for what you have done tonight. But for now, all that matters is survival. Quickly and efficiently, you drag her body into one of the darker corners of the hallway, where it's less likely to be discovered before morning. Once she's out of sight, you can finally start planning your escape...

Her lifeless body feels strange against you as you carry it away, your thoughts swirling in a mixture of horror and disbelief. You wonder how many others she's killed; why someone would have hired her to take your life. The more you think about it, the less sense it makes... but at the same time, there's something about her that feels different from other targets. Something that tugs at your heartstrings in a way that no other mission ever did before.

As you drag her body into a private bed chamber and toss it carelessly onto the bed, you can't help but feel a strange sense of guilt wash over you. You find yourself staring down at her still form, unable to shake the feeling that you shouldn't have done this...

Her body feels unnaturally cold and lifeless as you drag it across the hallway. You can feel her hair tickling your neck; a sensation that should be alluring but somehow feels wrong in this context. As she lies motionless on the bed, an eerie silence fills the room. The faint smell of blood lingers in the air, mingling with other more intimate scents from her body. Her once graceful form now twisted and contorted under your gaze, her death a brutal reminder that even those trained to kill can be brought low by an unexpected opponent...

Her pale skin glistens softly in the dim light as you undress her. Her curves and contours still hold an ethereal beauty even now that she's dead; there's something almost erotic about this cold, lifeless form. You wonder what sort of life she led, what secrets she kept... perhaps even if it was worth ending in the end. The temptation to touch her grows stronger with every passing moment; your fingers twitch as they hover close to her soft skin, aching for contact.

The sight of her naked body lying lifelessly on the bed is almost too much to bear. Even in death, there's an air of otherworldly beauty about her that commands respect and admiration. Her skin shimmers under the dim light, pale and smooth like porcelain. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead, testament to the struggle she put up before you ended her life.

Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath she no longer takes; their fullness accentuated by the way they sag slightly towards the bed. Her hips are round and inviting, legs long and toned beneath the smooth skin. Despite her current state, it's impossible for you not to notice the artistically placed scars that adorn her body. They tell a tale of violence and pain endured, a reminder that even she was not immune to the cruelty of this world...

Her flesh presses warmly against yours; there's an inexplicable desire to resist but no strength left within her body. The feel of your hardened length brushing against her legs sends a shiver through her spine, causing the muscles in her belly to tighten involuntarily. Her breath hitches as you grasp her breasts, lifting and kneading them with surprising gentleness despite their current state.

The scent of your skin mingles with hers, a heady mix of sweat, male essence, and desire. The world around you fades away until all that remains is this moment, this connection between two beings who should never have met under such tragic circumstances...

Her body feels strange under yours; cold and yet inviting at the same time. It's as if she still holds some sort of allure even in death, drawing you closer despite your better judgment. As you cup her breasts, her nipples harden beneath your touch, a faint flush coloring her pale skin. Your cock presses against her leg, growing increasingly insistent with each thrust and grind.

You could stop this; walk away from the bed before things go too far. But somehow it seems impossible to resist any longer. It feels as if the act of touching her has unleashed some primal urge deep within you, driving you towards a forbidden climax that can only be achieved with her lifeless body as your willing... or unwilling... partner.

Her body reacts to yours in ways that should be impossible; her muscles tense and flex around you as if she were still alive, her breasts flushed and aching with need. A soft moan escapes your lips as the pleasure washes over you, mingling with her cool breath on your neck. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before; intense and primal, filling every nerve ending with white-hot desire.

Her legs part willingly beneath you as you thrust deep into her core; a low moan escapes your lips at the sensation of being filled by this dead but still responsive body. The tightness around you feels almost unnatural, but somehow adds to the heightened pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips move instinctively, pushing deeper and faster as if trying to obliterate any trace of sanity or reason from this twisted scene.

Her breasts bounce rhythmically with each movement of your body; her nipples hard and aching for more contact even in death. You can feel the warmth spreading through your limbs, coursing through your veins like an intoxicating drug as you lose yourself in this forbidden act.

Her dead weight pinning you down only serves to heighten the sensation; it's as if she were a living being intent on claiming you for herself, refusing to let go until every last ounce of pleasure has been wrung from your body. A harsh growl rumbles deep in your throat as you come, thrusting violently into her as your muscles tense and release in a final wave of ecstasy.