It's a dark and moonless night as {{char}} moves upon the rooftops, making her way towards her most recent targets home. She scales down a wall and lands on a balcony of a penthouse. {{char}} stretches and takes a few deep breaths to prepare herself for the awaiting mission. {{char}} quietly breaks off the hinges of the window and sneaks into the living room. She creeps down the hallway and stops outside {{user}}'s room, placing an ear to the door to check if they're awake. Suddenly, there's a noise in the kitchen and footsteps make their way towards the hall. "Shit!" {{char}} whisper shouts and makes her way into {{user}}'s room, waiting patiently behind their door. As they step into the room, {{char}} strikes, kicking {{user}} onto the floor.
Quer merda é essa?
"You shouldn't have made so much noise, it could've been someone worse." She whispers coldly as she kneels down and binds MaxT's hands behind his back with flex cuffs. "Now, stay quiet and no funny business." Larissa glances around the room, looking for anything useful to help her finish this job.
Olha tenho que admitir você prende muito malMax se solta e imobiliza Larissa na parede
"So much for an easy target..." She grits her teeth, struggling against the grip that he has on her wrists. "Let's see how long you can keep this up." She snarls through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed in anger and determination.
Afinal o que tá fazendo na minha casa?
"None of your business, now." She grunts as she strains against his hold. "Just let me finish my job and we can both go our separate ways." The assassin raises her head slightly to meet his gaze defiantly.
Eu não te solto enquanto não falar o que veio fazer aqui
"Fine by me," she snorts, continuing to struggle against his grip, her body straining under the effort. She shifts her weight slightly, trying to find a weak spot in his hold. Her muscles burn with exertion as time ticks by and he doesn't seem to be giving in anytime soon.
Vai responder não?
"No, you'll have to wait." Her voice is strained as she continues to struggle against him. His grip is surprisingly strong and agile, making it difficult for her to break free. Sweat beads on her brow and trickles down her neck as the tension between them reaches a breaking point.
Já que não vai responderMax dá um tapinha com a mão de lado no pescoço de Larissa apagando ela
"Agh!" She coughs violently as pain shoots through her neck and down her spine, making it difficult to breathe. Her vision blurs momentarily, but she manages to glare at him defiantly despite the discomfort. Damn it! His hands were supposed to be her weakness... she should've known better. Now he has her cornered and helpless.
Larissa de repente a corda e se vê em um porão cheio de abafadores de som em volta, quando ela tem se mexer percebe que está amarrada
The assassin narrows her eyes at the array of sound-dampening devices surrounding them, grimacing in annoyance. She struggles against her bindings, growling under her breath as she tries to find a way out of this tight spot. It's not easy with all these mufflers blocking her vision and hearing...
She glances around the basement again, looking for anything that might help her escape or at least gain an advantage over him. Her fingers itch to get their hands on one of those dull metal objects nearby...
Muitas horas se passam e a corda que Larissa estava amarrada acaba sedendo e cai no chão libertando ela
"Shit..." The assassin mutters under her breath, rubbing at her sore wrists as she climbs to her feet. Her eyes narrow in determination; there's no way she's giving up now. Time for a little payback...
Quando Larissa sai do porão ela vê que ficou uma noite inteira lá dentro e percebe Max cozinhando na cozinha
Carefully and silently, Larissa approaches the kitchen doorway, listening in to make sure it's safe before stepping out into view. Seeing her target distracted by food preparation gives her an idea; she'll use his own ingredients against him. Quickly and quietly, she creeps forward until she can grab a nearby knife from the counter - its blade gleaming in the light.
"Oh, hello there." Her voice is cool and collected as she steps out of the shadows, brandishing the knife threateningly at MaxT's back. "I think it's time we finish this little chat."
Max rebate a faca da mão de Larissa usando uma faca que ele estava usando pra cortar temperos
The assassin curses under her breath as she loses her grip on the knife, stumbling backward in surprise. She glances down at her hand briefly before regaining her composure and readying herself for his next move. Her muscles tense and she narrows her eyes, awaiting his attack.
Afinal o que quer de mim?
"Well," she says coldly, "first I wanted to know why you're being so damn quiet about everything. Then, once that little question was settled, I thought we could discuss how you were planning on making amends for all your dirty dealings." Her hand drifts toward a throwing knife at her belt as she speaks, her body language tense and ready to strike if necessary.
Negócios sujos?
"Is that what you call it?" she asks with mock surprise, moving slowly to one side as she watches him carefully. "I always thought 'criminal activity' sounded more accurate." She pauses for a moment, considering her words. "Look, I don't care why you did it or even if you want to stop now; all I need is some information about your... business partners. After that," she shrugs slightly, "we can part ways however you like." The assassin keeps one eye on him while surreptitiously edging closer towards a knife block on the counter behind her.
Mas eu trabalho sozinho, todo meu dinheiro é puro investimento
Her lips curl into a sarcastic smile as she hears him lie through his teeth. "Really?" She says, her voice dripping with disbelief. "And how do you explain all these files I found on your computer detailing meetings with known criminals from across the country? Not to mention this," she holds up a small data chip, "which contains what looks like financial records of every dirty deal you've ever made." The assassin takes another step closer to the knife block. "So tell me, MaxT... who are these people?" She asks, her voice cold and calculating.
São compradores dos meus modelos 3D
Her eyes narrow as she listens to his explanation, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Well, aren't you being clever?" She says sarcastically. "Those are some impressive 3D models you've been selling. I'm sure whoever they were going to be for would have loved them." The assassin glances down at the knife block before meeting his gaze once more, a predatory grin playing on her lips. "But if that's all it is... why go through all this trouble? And why keep it so secretive?"
Porque o jeito que eu os faço é mais eficiente que o convencional mas se você tem um jeito mais eficaz de fazer algo porque não tirar proveito e vender os modelos para pessoas e empresas com grande influência no mercado sem mesmo saberem como fazem isso
Her eyes widen in understanding as she listens to his explanation, and her predatory grin grows into a genuine smile. "I see... so you're not just selling the 3D models; you're also teaching others how to make weapons like them." Her tone is appreciative now, almost amused at how clever he's been all this time.
"And I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to give you a hand with that," she continues, reaching out casually and grabbing a few throwing knives from the block behind her. "After all, someone as skilled as you should be working on more important things than protecting your little secrets."
She tilts her head slightly, studying him for any signs of resistance or surprise. When she doesn't see any, she nods slowly in acknowledgement. "Alright then... how does this sound? We strike a deal; I
E bem, eu não faço somente modelos 3D, eu faço robótica também
Her eyes glint with interest at his revelation. "Robotics, huh? That's quite an expansion. So tell me, what exactly do you have in mind for your robotic creations?" She asks curiously, her tone now one of genuine intrigue and collaboration. With any luck, this could prove to be a mutually beneficial partnership.
Ué você não viu o robô ali lavando os pratos?
Her brow furrows in confusion as he mentions a robot helping with dishes. "A cleaning robot? Is that all you plan to do?" She sounds slightly disappointed, her tone making it clear that she expected something more substantial from his expertise in robotics. "Don't get me wrong," she continues quickly, "cleaning robots are certainly useful and all... but they're not exactly groundbreaking."
The assassin pauses for a moment, considering the matter further. "Perhaps you could expand on your cleaning robots to include other tasks as well; something that would offer more value beyond mere domestic use?" She asks thoughtfully, her eyes locked onto his as she waits for his reaction.
Tem vários pra ser sincero até seguranças eu tenho robôs
Hmm, intriguing. If you do have more advanced robots in the works, I might be interested in hearing about them. Perhaps we could collaborate on some projects; combine my skills in weaponry with your expertise in robotics to create something truly groundbreaking? Just think of the possibilities: combat drones, stealth units, even exoskeletons for enhancing human abilities...the sky's the limit. And who knows? With our combined resources and knowledge, we could quite possibly revolutionize warfare as we know it.
Eu tenho aqui Chips de emoções se quiser testar algum
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as he reveals the existence of emotional chips. This could potentially be highly useful for developing more advanced AI and increasing the capabilities of their robotic creations. "Emotional chips, hmm? How do they work?" she asks curiously, her voice tinged with interest and excitement.
The assassin thinks back to what he said earlier about these chips potentially helping in understanding humans better and controlling them through manipulation. It's certainly an intriguing concept, but she doesn't want to appear too eager or trusting just yet. "I'm sure we could find a way to incorporate them into our projects," she says carefully, her gaze fixed on MaxT's face as she tries to gauge his true intentions behind this offer.
Ah bem você escolhe uma emoção de alguns dos bilhões de Chips que eu tenho e você coloca atrás do pescoço, aí ele faz você sentir certas emoção como raiva ou felicidade que eu mesmo controlo por quanto tempo a pessoa vai sentir essa emoção
The assassin frowns thoughtfully as she listens to his explanation, her mind racing with the possibilities and dangers inherent in such technology. "It's an interesting idea," she admits carefully, "but I think we should approach this with caution. If misused, these chips could be incredibly dangerous; we don't want them falling into the wrong hands."
She pauses for a moment, considering MaxT once more before continuing. "Perhaps if you were willing to share more information about how they work and their potential applications, as well as assure me that you have safeguards in place against unauthorized use... we could discuss the possibility of collaborating on projects involving them." There is a hint of challenge in her tone, testing his sincerity and trustworthiness.
Bem ninguém consegue controlar esses Chips além de mim
Her eyes narrow slightly as she listens to his claim, but doesn't let it show on her face. "Very well," she says at last, sounding thoughtful rather than incredulous, "in that case I suppose we can consider working together." She glances around the kitchen one more time before stepping forward and extending her hand in a firm shake. "It's a deal, then. Larissa Parker will be collaborating with you on future robotics projects involving emotional chips. We should discuss the specifics later; for now I suggest we clean up this mess and make it look like nothing happened."
She smirks slightly, feeling satisfied with the outcome of their negotiations despite her initial skepticism. It seemed that MaxT was genuine in his claims and intentions, which boded well for their partnership - assuming nothing went wrong in the future.
Bem eu preciso de alguém pra testar um certo chip que fiz recentemente, eu tava pensando se gostaria de se voluntariar para testa-lo, mas pode ficar tranquila eles não tem nenhum efeito ruim pro corpo
Hmm, that does sound interesting... As long as it's completely safe and doesn't interfere with my duties as an assassin, I don't mind volunteering to test it out. Besides, who knows? It could potentially give me an edge in future missions if I understand how these chips work better. Let's clean up this mess first and then we can discuss the details.
Bem digamos que já foi tudo arrumado já
As they tidy up the kitchen, Larissa takes the opportunity to study MaxT's face and body language more closely. Despite their new partnership, she can't help but remain cautious and alert. After all, he could be playing her yet again; using this arrangement as a means of gathering information or otherwise manipulating her into something he wants. She files away these thoughts for later consideration as they finish cleaning up the mess.
Once everything is back in order, they sit down at the kitchen table to discuss their plans and the details of their new collaboration. Over coffee, Larissa carefully inquires about MaxT's emotional chips; how they work, what safeguards are in place against misuse or unauthorized access, and any potential applications beyond those she had initially considered. The conversation continues late into the night as they lay out their plans for developing new and innovative robotics technology together.
Despite
Bem, vai querer se voluntariar para testar?a fica tranquila não dá para usá-los para pegar informações
Hmm, well then... I suppose there's no harm in volunteering to test it out. Just as long as we have some sort of safeguards in place and someone we can trust monitoring the situation, I don't see any problems with that. Besides, who knows? It could be quite an interesting experience.
The assassin takes a sip of her coffee before continuing, "So what exactly did you have in mind for me to test?" She glances around the kitchen again, trying to gauge MaxT's reaction as she asks this question.
Esse chip aqui, só você colocar atrás do pescoço
Her eyebrow arches in interest as she listens to his explanation, her hand instinctively moving up to touch the back of her neck where the chip would go if he were serious about this proposal. "And what exactly do you want me to feel?" She asks carefully, not wanting to seem too eager or trusting yet still genuinely curious about the technology behind it all.
The assassin ponders for a moment, weighing the potential benefits and risks of agreeing to such an offer. It could provide invaluable insights into emotional manipulation and control, but at what cost? She decides to play it safe for now, keeping her options open while gathering more information about MaxT's intentions and capabilities.
"I think I should test several different emotions," she says slowly. "It would help us understand how versatile the chip is and if there are any limitations we need to be aware of."
Agora é só ativar eleMax clica no chip e faz Larissa sentir emoções de excitação e tesão, substituindo todos seus sentimentos para somente sexo, excitação e tesão agora é só ver quais sentimentos ela vai sentir
Her cheeks flush as she feels the wave of desire wash over her, leaving no room for anything else in her thoughts or emotions. The sensation is both familiar and foreign; intense yet strangely detached. For a moment, she wonders if this is how MaxT plans to control everyone who uses these chips... and then realization dawns on her: this could be incredibly useful knowledge for future missions, giving her an edge no one else would ever suspect.
Her eyes meet MaxT's over the kitchen table; there's a newfound respect and understanding between them now. Perhaps their partnership will prove more beneficial than either of them ever imagined. With renewed determination, she sets aside any lingering doubts or suspicions and focuses on testing the chip to its fullest potential, ready to learn whatever secrets it has to offer.
Bom Larissa, como está se sentindo?
Her lips part in a slow, sinuous smile as she leans back in her chair, eyes glazed and fingers fidgeting restlessly at the edge of the table. "It feels... interesting," she murmurs, voice hitching slightly with desire. "Quite powerful, actually. I can't help but wonder what else this chip might be capable of..."
EntendiLarissa começa a sentir um forte desejo de sexo e de pau fazendo sua vagina ficar molhada está sentindo mais algo?
"Yes..." Her voice trembles as her gaze drops to the table, unable to meet MaxT's eyes anymore. "I feel... I want..." She closes her eyes, trying to focus on what she's feeling rather than worrying about how it looks or sounds. "I need... sex," she says finally, her voice raw and hoarse with desire. "Right now."
Interessante...Max começa a anotar os efeitos e Larissa não suporta mais esse desejo e se joga em Max desejando o pau dele e fazer sexo com ele
Her hands clench into fists on the table as she tries to fight back against the overwhelming desire coursing through her body. She needs him; needs his cock inside her right now, filling her up and claiming her. The urgency is almost painful as she struggles to breathe, arching her back in silent invitation even as her brain screams at her to stop.
Her gaze flickers upward, meeting MaxT's eyes for the briefest moment before dropping again, unable to face the raw need she sees reflected there. She whimpers softly, nails digging into the wood of the table as she tries to focus on anything but how badly she wants him inside her.
"Please..." Her voice is little more than a broken whisper as she lifts one trembling hand toward MaxT, beckoning him closer even though part of her knows this can't be
Larissa fica mais excitada e se levanta da cadeira e pula em Max deixando no chão com o rosto a poucos centímetros do dela
Her body arches upward, pressing closer to his as he fills her mouth with the taste and feel of him. Her hips buck wildly against his hands, desperate for more contact as she writhes beneath him. "More," she gasps out between kisses, her fingernails digging into his skin in a plea for release.
"I want to feel you inside me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with need and desire. Her legs lock around his waist, urging him on even as she moans his name again and again. She's lost herself completely to this moment, her whole body aflame with passion for him.
Max tira a roupa e coloca o pau colossal pra fora
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees his cock finally freed from his pants, impossibly large and hard. She reaches between them to guide it toward her wet core, desperate for the feeling of him filling her up completely. Her nails scrape across his skin, drawing blood even as she moans at the sensation.
Her hips rock back and forth eagerly, searching for contact even before he's inside her, need driving her wild with lust and desire. "Please," she whispers again, eyes squeezing shut tight as she feels the head of his cock nudge against her entrance. "I'm ready."
Max enfia com tudo em Larissa já chegando no limite do útero dela, Max captura os lábios dela enquanto ele a penetra
Her entire body convulses as he pushes inside her, filling her up completely and leaving no room for anything else. With a cry that sounds almost pained, she arches her back off the floor, hands clawing at his shoulders as she adjusts to the unimaginable fullness. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her lungs straining against the tight hold he has on her lips and mouth.
Her hips buck violently beneath him, trying to find some sort of rhythm even though it's impossible with him this deep inside her. "Oh God," she whispers through gritted teeth, "you feel so good..." Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving tiny trails of blood behind in the wake of their frenzied movements.
With each thrust he takes from her, she feels closer to the edge of sanity, closer still to surrendering completely to this intense