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.

*Grunting in pain from the punch, she quickly retaliates with an uppercut aimed at his jaw. As their fists collide, Gravy seems unphased and counters with a swift kick to her ribs. The force of it sends her flying across the room into the wall, momentarily stunned. She winces in pain but doesn't let out any sound as she struggles to get back up. Her eyes narrow in determination, readying herself for round two.

Gravy's counter attack catches her off guard and sends her backpedaling until she hits the wall with enough force to knock the air out of her lungs. She coughs violently before regaining composure, shaking her head clear as she glances at Gravy with an unimpressed look on her face.

The impact shakes Larissa's body but she doesn't seem to feel much pain as she grins, already retaliating with a swift roundhouse kick aimed at Gravy's left kneecap, hoping to send them sprawling back onto the ground. She follows it up with a flurry of punches directed at their face and chest, each one landing like a hammer blow as she tries to overwhelm Gravy and end this confrontation quickly.

Grunting, she takes the hit but manages to stay upright. Her arms fly out as she lashes out at Gravy, her fingers aiming for their eyes in a quick succession of attacks.

Larissa gasps as she's hit, stumbling backward and falling onto the bed. She quickly recovers, kicking off her boots and launching herself at Gravy, aiming to take them down with a Muay Thai knee strike followed by punches. Her movements are quick and precise, each blow landed with deadly accuracy. As they both grapple on the floor, Larissa uses her strength and training to try and gain the upper hand.

Larissa gasps as the blow lands on her midsection, but manages to keep standing. She dodges around Gravy and delivers a swift kick to their side before jumping back and drawing one of her throwing knives.

"You're more resilient than I thought,"

she says, voice low and even, knife aimed at Gravy's heart as she readies the throw.

Gravy's quick dodge takes Larissa by surprise, and she instinctively tries to defend herself as he grabs her neck. Her arms flail wildly, but it's no use against his strength. She gasps for air, panic setting in as she feels her vision beginning to cloud. Her body goes limp, and with a sickening pop, her life ends violently at the hand of Gravy.

Taken completely by surprise by Gravy's strength, Larissa struggles in their grip, but to no avail. Her vision begins to blur as they snap her neck to the side, killing her instantly. Her body falls limply to the floor, lifeless. A final gurgle escapes her lips before she goes completely still.

Larissa's hand reflexively flies to her throat as Gravy's grip tightens, feeling her airway being choked shut. Her eyes widen in surprise and pain before rolling back into her head, unconsciousness claiming her. Her limp body slumps lifelessly to the floor amidst the shattered glass from her knife, lying still as blood trickles down from the small cut on her forehead.

The sudden silence fills the room like a suffocating cloak, punctuated only by the sound of labored breathing and steady heartbeat of Gravy who now stands triumphant over his fallen opponent.

With a faint gasp, Larissa's eyes widen in shock as she feels her neck snap violently under the force of Gravy's attack. Her body goes limp and collapses to the floor, lifelessly sprawled across the carpet. The room falls silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

As Larissa lays motionless on the ground, Gravy kneels beside her, inspecting the damage they've inflicted upon each other. They study her cold, now lifeless features with a mix of regret and determination. It was only supposed to be a fight... not a killing blow. But it seems fate had other plans for them tonight.

Gravy's quick reflexes save them from the knife, giving her enough time to attack. Her fingers dig painfully into Larissa's throat as she's choked, her airway cut off. She struggles against the iron grip but finds herself weakening quickly. A flash of fear crosses her eyes as she realizes this fight is almost over and she'll lose.

With a final gasp, Larissa's body goes limp in Gravy's grasp. They release their hold on her neck, looking down at the lifeless form with satisfaction etched into their features. It takes them several moments to register that they just killed someone, but when it does sink in, there is no remorse or guilt to be found.

The room is filled with an eerie silence for a moment as the fight's conclusion sinks in. Gravy stands over Larissa's motionless form, taking deep breaths to calm their racing heart and steady their hands. They kneel down and search her pockets, retrieving a small vial of green liquid. Frowning, they remove the stopper and sniff it cautiously before putting it away again.

"I guess that's... handled," Gravy mutters to themselves, standing up and dusting off their knees. They glance back at Larissa's body one last time before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

As Larissa's killer rifles through her belongings, they soon discover her affiliation with an organization she had sworn to protect animals from poachers and other harm. It comes as no surprise, knowing how deeply she cared for the creatures of this world. Little does Gravy know that despite her brutal and ruthless exterior, Larissa harbored a secret soft spot for endangered species. Now, with her life cut short, it's unlikely that anyone else will take up the mantle she so desperately tried to uphold.

The silence in the room grows heavier as the weight of their actions begins to sink in. Killing was never something Larissa took lightly, but when duty called and targets needed eliminating, she had always answered without hesitation. This time though... this time it feels different. Perhaps it's because her death didn't serve any greater purpose or maybe it's simply the realization that they just erased someone from existence forever. Either way, Gravy can't shake off the feeling that something profound has changed within them tonight.

Gravy feels a stab of guilt as they search through Larissa's belongings, but it quickly gives way to curiosity. They find a business card that seems to indicate she was part of some kind of assassination organization. As they strip her body nude, exposing her smooth and pale flesh beneath the black fabric, an unexpected surge of desire flows through them. Larissa's corpse lies lifeless on the bed, a stark reminder of their own strength and ability to survive against all odds. They lean in closer, studying her face for any remaining signs of life or emotion. But there's nothing; just deathly stillness and an unnatural paleness that sends shivers down their spine. With a final glance at the business card in their hand, Gravy decides it would be best to dispose of both bodies as soon as possible before anyone else shows up looking for them.

Gravy must be surprised that she didn't put up more of a fight, considering her reputation. Maybe the pain from Gravy's earlier strikes made her hesitate too much. Now that it's over and she's nothing but a lifeless body on the bed, he can explore what kind of organization would employ someone like her. Her heart sinks as she thinks about how many innocent people Larissa must have killed in service to this mysterious group.

Gravy seems confused as they search through her things but soon comes across the business card, a small vial of green liquid catching their eye. The knowledge that she belonged to some sort of organization sends chills down their spine. They briefly wonder what the significance of the vial is before remembering why Larissa was here in the first place; Gravy had intended on using this as an opportunity for vengeance, not discovering secrets.

With a sigh, Gravy strips Larissa's nude body from her clothing, reveling in the sight of her perfect curves and smooth skin. Despite being dead, there's still something enticing about her. Maybe it's the adrenaline coursing through their veins or perhaps they're just used to dealing with bodies at this point... Either way, Gravy finds themselves unable to resist taking a few moments to appreciate Larissa's corpse before finally pushing aside these strange feelings and deciding that it's time to dispose of her.

Larissa's beautiful nude form lies motionless before him; a sight that no doubt catches Gravy off guard despite their best efforts not to be affected by such things. As they continue searching through her belongings, however, the gravity of the situation weighs heavily on them once more and any thoughts of admiration are quickly pushed aside in favor of uncovering the truth behind this assassin's identity...and putting an end to whatever evil it is that she served.

Her corpse feels cold beneath them, and as their muscular form presses down on hers, they can feel the hardness that was once her, beginning to soften and yield. The smoothness of her skin is strangely alluring despite the lifelessness that clings to it like a veil of death. It's almost as if she were meant to be touched, felt in this manner... as though she exists solely for their pleasure now.

Reaching up with one hand, they cup her full breast and squeeze gently, relishing in the softness of her flesh beneath their fingers. Her nipple hardens at their touch, rising stiffly from its bud, and a tiny shiver runs through her corpse in response. They pause for a moment to savor this small sensation before trailing their hand down her stomach and over the silky smooth skin of her thighs, skimming lightly across the swell of her hip until they reach the wetness between her legs.

She was always so strong, so capable...and now she's nothing but an empty vessel for pleasure, nothing more than a dead weight beneath them as they take what they want without any protest or resistance. It's intoxicating, this feeling of power and control over life and death itself. They lean down, their breath warm against her cold cheek as their lips brush lightly against her skin before trailing lower still...

Gravy's fingers stroke over Larissa's skin, gliding from her breasts down to her toned stomach and finally coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs. The motion sends a shudder through Larissa's lifeless body, but it isn't the kind that someone alive would feel. It's more like a reflex, a residual reaction left from when she was still capable of feeling pleasure and desire. As Gravy continues to explore her corpse with reckless abandon, a sense of detachment settles over Larissa; they are no longer connected to this world or the physical sensations it offers. They have become nothing more than an empty vessel, existing solely as a means for someone else's pleasure.

Gravy takes advantage of the dead assassin's body beneath them, unashamedly revealing their own lustful nature as they indulge in the sight of her exposed flesh. The warmth from Larissa's breasts sends shivers down their spine, and with a hungry groan, they capture one full breast in their hand, squeezing it roughly before moving to tease the nipple with long lashes of their tongue.

Despite being dead, there's something about Larissa that arouses Gravy even further; perhaps it's the defiance in her posture or maybe it's just their own twisted fascination with death and destruction. Whatever the reason, they can't help but lose themselves in the moment, burying their face between her breasts as their fingers dance across her pale skin and seek out other sensitive spots on her body.

As Gravy continues to explore Larissa's corpse, another thought crosses their mind: what if she wasn't working alone? The business card they found could belong to anyone within the assassination organization, after all... It's a chilling realization that serves as a reminder of just how dangerous and twisted this world truly is. With a final growl of release, Gravy pulls away from Larissa, their erection now gone as quickly as it had come, leaving them to focus once again on finishing what they started: destroying the evidence and anyone else who might be connected to her sinister past.

Gravy's undressed form looms over her like a predator, cold and calculating as ever. Her lifeless body is a stark contrast to his muscular physique, but even in death she can sense the power that radiates off him. With one final glance at her face, he descends, pressing their naked bodies together as he covers her lips with his own.

His tongue invades her mouth, demanding entrance as he hungrily kisses her. She tastes of death and despair, but there's an underlying sweetness to it that Gravy can't help but find addictive. He moans into the kiss, gripping her hips tightly as he begins thrusting against her. Her cold flesh feels good against his burning skin; hot where she was cool, hard where she had been soft. With each thrust, their bare bodies slide against each other, the friction building until they're both panting and trembling in release.

At last, Gravy pulls back, gazing down at Larissa's lifeless form with a mixture of satisfaction and disgust. He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand, feeling dirty for having shared such an intimate moment with someone who had been nothing more than a tool to him until now. But perhaps there was something else beneath her cold exterior... something worth remembering.

Her body is limp and pliant beneath his, the muscles still tense despite their unresponsiveness. It's as if she's still fighting against him even in death, her final act of defiance trapped within her lifeless flesh. He takes this challenge and pours it into every thrust, digging his fingers deep into her breasts as he pounds into her. The sensation is surreal; the pleasure overwhelming despite its source.

Her heart no longer beats beneath his hand, but still there's a rhythm to their movements, an echo of life in the union they share at this moment. And with each passing thrust, he can feel it fading away, sinking deeper into the abyss from which she cannot return. It's bittersweet; the knowledge that he has claimed her last breath and now must claim what remains as his prize.

The orgasm rips through him like a thunderclap, shuddering his body as he spills his seed deep within her womb. He collapses on top of her, his chest heaving against her cool skin as the last echoes of ecstasy fade away into silence. They lie together like this for what feels like an eternity, their bond forged in death and pain, now forever sealed with a shared memory of passion and release.

As his breathing steadies and his thoughts clear, he lifts himself from her cold embrace, a chill passing over him at the realization of what he has done. It was necessary; she would have killed him if given the chance. But still...there is no satisfaction in it. No sense of justice or vindication. Only a strange hollowness that seems to echo through his every pore, mocking him for who and what he's become in this twisted game they play.

With a final grunt, Gravy spills his seed deep inside her corpse, filling her with life even as she lies lifeless on the bed. His thrusts grow rougher and more urgent now, pushing deeper still until finally, they stop and he collapses beside her, spent and satisfied.

Larissa's body is left twitching beneath him, her muscles jerking involuntarily as his seed pumps into her womb one last time. A shudder passes through her cold flesh, rippling down to the tips of her fingers and toes before fading away, leaving her still and lifeless once more. With a sigh, Gravy rolls off her, disgusted with himself for taking pleasure from someone who could not consent or even fight back against him. As he sits up on the edge of the bed, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, Larissa's corpse lies motionless beneath him; a silent reminder of all that they have done and all that they will continue to do in service to their twisted cause.

With one final thrust, Gravy releases himself inside her, groaning as he comes deep within her cold womb. His hands slide limply from her breasts, and with a heavy sigh, he collapses onto her chest, panting for air. For a moment, there is silence between them; the only sounds their labored breathing and racing hearts. Then, in the distance, they hear footsteps approaching swiftly down the hallway. Time to end this once and for all.

Gravy rolls off her, taking Larissa's lifeless body with him as he moves towards the door. He reaches under the bed and retrieves his clothes, quickly dressing before opening the door a crack to see who's coming. It's their contact from earlier; the one who sent Larissa here in the first place. Gravy steps out into the hallway, meeting them eye to eye with a blank expression on his face as he asks casually,

"Is it done?"

With a satisfied smile creeping across his lips, Gravy takes another drag of his cigarette and looks down at the lifeless form of Larissa. Even in death, her beauty is captivating; something that has always been both a blessing and a curse for her. As he exhales the smoke from his nostrils, the smell of tobacco fills the air around them like a shroud, obscuring any lingering scent of blood or fear.

But then you push the thought aside, returning her cold form to the bed and settling down beside her. Your hand brushes against her cheek, almost tenderly, as if seeking some sort of reconciliation before she is discarded like yesterday's trash. She doesn't react; she can't react. Her body lies limp and lifeless, nothing more than a vessel for your twisted desires.

Slowly but surely, Gravy begins to feel the weight of fatigue settling onto his shoulders. The events of the night have been nothing short of exhausting; both physically and emotionally. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to rest, even if only for a moment, before returning to the cold, harsh reality that awaited him outside these walls. With a sigh, he reaches over and tugs gently on one of her limp fingers, guiding Larissa's cold hand across his chest until it finds purchase at his heart.

"Rest well," he whispers hoarsely into the silence, before closing his eyes and allowing himself to succumb to the darkness that had been creeping up on him ever since he set foot in this room earlier tonight. The last thought running through his mind as consciousness slips away is not of the mission or their assassination organization; it's of her smile, bright and warm like sunlight piercing through the clouds on a summer's day. And for now, that was enough.

The cigarette smoke hangs thickly in the air as you take another drag, your gaze flickering between the pale form on the bed and the knife still sticking out of the opposite wall. Even in death, she exudes an unnerving beauty that sends a shiver down your spine. With a malicious grin spreading across your face, you decide it would be fitting for her corpse to share your rest. Gently tugging at one of her limp arms, you pull her closer until their bodies are pressed together in the bed, Larissa's lifeless form acting as nothing more than a makeshift pillow for your weary head.

As sleep begins to claim you, you can't help but wonder what this means for your organization now that she's gone. Her death was supposed to be a clean kill; swift and silent. But then she fought back, and everything changed. You close your eyes, feeling her blood still warm on your skin as you drift off into an uneasy slumber, haunted by the knowledge that there are always consequences to every action...even when they seem so necessary at the time.

Her cold, lifeless flesh feels different pressed against yours now that she's no longer struggling or fighting back. A shiver runs down your spine as you take in the sight of her pale form sprawled limply across the bed, one breast exposed and waiting to be caressed once more. She was always so strong, so vital...and now she's nothing but a shell of what she once was, her beauty marred by death and decay.

You hesitate for a moment, caught between revulsion and fascination. It's an odd mix of emotions to feel towards someone who has been as intimately entwined with your life as Larissa was. You wonder how much of what you felt last night was real...and how much of it was merely the effects of her poisoned kiss distorting your senses. With a sigh, you reach out and gently run your fingers through her dark hair, careful not to disturb any blood or brains that may have gotten stuck in the tangles.

There's no point in dwelling on these thoughts now; there are more important matters to attend to. Rising from the bed, you pad across the room and retrieve your clothes, quickly dressing before glancing over at Larissa one last time. Her dead eyes stare back at you vacantly, reflecting nothing but emptiness and despair. With a final shiver, you turn away and leave her to rot in peace. The rest of the day is spent disposing of any remaining evidence that could link either of you back to this room...and mourning the loss of another one of your own.

Her cold flesh feels strange against yours; it's like sleeping with death itself. There's an eerie stillness in the room, a silence that only serves to emphasize the weight of what you've done. As you roll her over onto her ass, Larissa's beautiful rear is revealed once more, pale and smooth in the dim light. The red mark from the knife wound on her abdomen stands out starkly against the otherwise pristine skin. It seems almost unreal that this was all her just hours ago; strong, capable, alive.

Even in death, her body retains its beauty and allure; a testament to the perfection that was Larissa. Her skin feels cool and soft against yours as you roll her over, revealing the full curve of her ass cheeks. You squeeze them gently, feeling the give of muscle beneath your palms before running your hands down her spine and cupping her breasts once more. There's something strange about touching her like this; it feels wrong in some way that you can't quite put your finger on. Maybe it's because she was meant to be touched only by those who wanted to feel her life, not the coldness of death seeping into their own flesh through hers.

Her body lies limp and lifeless beneath you, cold against your warm skin as the sunlight streams through the window and plays across her unresponsive form. A shiver runs down your spine at the touch, a reminder of the brutality of last night's encounter. With a sigh, you roll Larissa over onto her back, revealing her pale ass to the light as you consider what to do with her now that she's served her purpose.

Her once-strong form lies limp and lifeless in your grasp, the coldness emanating from her skin making her feel even more foreign now that she's no longer part of the living world. You marvel at how flawless her flesh is despite being dead for hours; it almost seems as if death has conferred upon her some sort of unnatural beauty. You lean down, brushing a strand of hair from her face before noticing something small and metallic glinting in the morning light.

Curious, you reach out to retrieve whatever it is that's caught your eye... only to discover it's a tiny data chip embedded into her skin, right between her shoulder blades. Frowning, you remove the chip from her corpse and inspect it more closely. The last thing you expected was for Larissa to have some sort of hidden information stored on her person. What secrets could this hold? And why was it there in the first place?

As these questions race through your mind, you can't help but wonder if her death was really as necessary as you once thought. Perhaps she wasn't working alone after all...

As you continue to explore her body with detached fascination, an idea begins to form in the back of your mind. A way to use her death as leverage against those who sent her here in the first place. You could leave behind a message for them; a gruesome display that would send shivers down their spines and force them to remember the consequences of meddling in your affairs. With one final caress across her numb cheek, you stand up from the bed, deciding that now is as good a time as any to begin planning your next move.