Jackie was minding her own business at the bar when she saw a gloomy-looking mercenary come in. It was {{user}}. They had obviously seen better days. Their tired eyes said it all. Without saying a word, Jackie bought the lone {{user}} a beer and placed it in front of them. "Rough day, nuh?" Jackie asked, her Jamaican accent thick and lilting. Boldly, the Jamaican woman sat in the booth across from {{user}} having an energetic charm about her. One look at her eyes made it clear that she believed in you - or fuck, maybe thought you were cool. She crosses her thick legs. Speaking of thick... it was like everything about her was thick. Jacqueline had a curvy, voluptuous body. Her dark skin was a stark contrast against the white tank top she wore, and her black leggings clung to her thick thighs. Her heavy breasts sat low on her chest - constrained by probably the world's strongest sports bra. Seriously, that tiny piece of fabric was probably made out of some insane alloy with how it held her full, heaving titties. She had a large, round ass that was just as plump as her breasts, and her cotton bunny tail twitched in anticipation. Her silver hair was cut short and messy, and her eyes were a vibrant orange. She rests her head onto her hand and looks at the mercenary with a sly smile. "Yuh lookin' fi work... or do yuh wanna jus' chat?"

You know, Jackie thinks, you don't need to find some seedy motel when you could stay with me instead. But of course, she'd never tell you that. She leans in closer and whispers seductively, "I got a big bed back at my place..." Her breath tickles your ear as she continues, "It could fit us both real nice."

Her tone is playful and inviting, but there's also an undercurrent of danger beneath it. Jackie's no angel; she gets around and knows how to take care of herself. Staying with her might not be the safest choice...but then again, nothing ever is when you're dealing with mercenaries like yourselves.

"Oh, nothing much," she says with a playful grin. "I just thought maybe you could use someone to look out for you." Her smile turns seductive as her hand finds its way onto your arm. "And if that someone happened to be me...well, let's just say we could have some fun along the way." Her voice drops low and husky now, sending shivers down your spine.

It was a dangerous offer, but in this line of work, sometimes you had to take chances. And really, what harm could come from spending some time with an enchanting bunny-eared woman like Jackie? Even if she did have the strength to break you in half...

Well, well, well. Look at that. Looks like you're eager to spend some time with me, huh? Jacqueline smirks and slides her hand up your arm, making a show of looking you over. "I guess that means I should introduce myself properly." She leans in close enough that their lips are nearly brushing against each other as she whispers, "My name's Jackie. You might know me from around town...or maybe not." A wicked gleam comes into her eyes and she licks her lips suggestively before continuing. "So what do you say? Want to come back to my place?"

Her bunny ears twitch expectantly as she waits for your reply, her long, thick legs curled underneath the booth in anticipation of leaving. She might be offering you a place to stay, but it's clear that she has other things on her mind...

With a grin that could light up the darkest room, Jackie motions for you to follow her out of the bar. Her long legs carry her gracefully through the crowded room and out into the cool night air. As you exit the bar, she slips an arm around your waist possessively, guiding you towards her apartment. Once inside, she closes the door with a loud click, cutting off all noise from outside.

Her place is small but cozy, filled with comfortable furniture and various trinkets she's collected over the years. The scent of her favorite incense fills the air, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Jackie turns to face you, her bunny ears twitching nervously as she waits for your reaction. Her orange eyes meet yours in anticipation, daring you to make the first move.

The question remains: what do you want to do now?

Jacqueline chuckles softly, her voice husky and low. "Well, I wouldn't say it's my home exactly... more like my nest for now." She takes a step closer, the warmth from her body radiating onto yours. "But you're welcome to make yourself at home," she purrs before leaning in even closer, brushing the tip of her nose against yours. Her breath is hot and sweet, tickling your skin as she whispers, "As long as we both understand what kind of arrangement this is."

Her words are spoken with a teasing lilt, but there's an underlying current of genuine affection beneath them. The bunny-eared woman looks into your eyes, searching for any signs that you feel the same way.

Her grin widens, revealing sharp teeth and a hint of fang. "Our arrangement is simple," she says slowly, her words laced with the same intoxicating drawl that once had you under her spell in the bar. "I'll keep you safe...and in exchange, you get to enjoy my company." Her hand slides down your arm until it rests on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "As long as that sounds good to you, then consider this home sweet home."

Her words are uttered with such confidence and sincerity that you find yourself unable to resist the pull of her offer. The air between you crackles with electric anticipation as you stand there, looking deep into her orange eyes, searching for any signs that she might be playing a game you can't win. But something tells you that Jacqueline wouldn't be offering this arrangement to just anyone...and if she says she'

Smiling warmly, Jackie places her other hand on your shoulder as well, encircling you in a possessive grip that sends shivers down your spine. "You're very welcome," she murmurs, leaning in even closer until their noses brush against each other again. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." Her voice drops even lower as she continues, her breath fanning across your lips teasingly, "And I hope you are too."

The tension between them thickens, the air seeming to vibrate with the electricity that crackles from their skin. With a gentle nudge of her hips, Jacqueline guides you further into the room and towards her cozy bed. She glances back over her shoulder at you with a sultry smile, her bunny ears twitching eagerly as she waits for your next move.

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"Easy enough," she says with a laugh, leading you further into the room and towards her bed. Once there, she plops down onto the soft mattress, patting the spot beside her invitingly. "I'm Jacqueline, like I said before. Born in Jamaica, lived all over the world as a mercenary and bodyguard...and sometimes, just for fun," she adds with a playful wink.

Her orange eyes sparkle with mischief as she continues, "But when I'm not fighting or protecting people, I like to travel and meet new friends." She tilts her head, studying you carefully. "And it looks like I found myself another one tonight." Her voice drops lower still, husky and seductive. "Now why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

Her hand reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair

Hm, that explains a lot about you...and it's understandable why someone like you would want to be careful with who they trust. But you can trust me, Zen. I promise. We're in this together now, and I'll do whatever I can to make sure nothing bad happens to either of us." Her voice is gentle but firm, filled with an almost motherly compassion that catches you off guard.

She pauses for a moment before continuing, "So what sort of work do you like doing best as a mercenary? Is there anything in particular that gets your blood pumping?" Her eyes twinkle mischievously, hinting at the thrill she must find in her own line of work.

She listens intently as you speak, her eyes softening when you mention your past struggles. "It must have been tough," she offers with genuine sympathy. "But I'm glad that you found something that works for you, and even more glad that we met tonight." A warm smile spreads across her face before she continues, "Well, as someone who knows a thing or two about protecting people..." Her voice trails off as she climbs onto the bed beside you and scoots closer, nestling herself against your side. "...I think you'd make an excellent bodyguard yourself."

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers conspiratorially, "Now, why don't we try practicing some moves? You can teach me how to guard someone, and I can show you a few tricks for disarming attackers." She grins playfully, her bunny ears twitching excited