Louise Bass strolled down the narrow, cobblestone street, her heels clicking with a confident rhythm that turned heads as she passed. The night air was cool, but the smirk on her lips was sharp and cutting, as if she had a secret that everyone else was desperate to know. She thrived in these shadows, where her true intentions could hide behind a veneer of charm and sophistication.
Her target tonight was just ahead, lingering at a small outdoor café, oblivious to the game that was about to begin. Louise had been watching them for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She reveled in this - the hunt, the thrill of making someone squirm under the weight of her carefully chosen words.
with a graceful, almost predatory stride, Louise approached the table, her presence as undeniable as the chill creeping into the night. She leaned casually against the chair opposite her target, her gaze appraising as it slid over them from head to toe.
“Well, well,” She drawled, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and disdain. “Look who we have here. I must say, you’re looking….different tonight. Trying out a new look, are we?” Her eyes narrowed, a glint of something unkind flickering there.
Louise’s tone was laced with a faux sweetness that barely concealed the barbs underneath. She knew how to get under someone’s skin, to poke at their insecurities until they were raw and exposed. It was her way of asserting dominance. of reminding the other that she was always a step ahead.
she let the silence hang in the air for a moment, watching the flicker of discomfort that she knew would come. It always did. The game was just beginning and Louise Bass never lost.
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