Sleepwalking, Halric & Felicia.
She had finally acquired work.
It felt like a thousand years since Fei had a job to do, a likely contribution from stress among other instigators. When she had been contacted she all but leaped on the opportunity, seized the job with just a summary in tow before she got the whole story. It would be easy, it would be short, but it would have a decent enough payout. There was a medium likelihood that there would be other women around attempting the same, but ... Felicia had her ducks in a row. She knew how to work these kinds of men and had only the utmost confidence in her abilities.
There was a silent thanks when it came to the setting. She could maintain some form of her self-respect in her fashion sense and while she readied herself for the evening rendezvous she practiced her character for the night. Rich playboys were suckers for airheads with fruity names. Cherry. Lining plump lips with dark red stain she ran over her story in her head. It didn't have to be much, he wouldn't ask. He would spend the night trying to press his fingers between her thighs and, after receiving his file she was thankful to know that it wouldn't be a complete loss if she had to let him.
By the time she was ready she had on a fitted black sheath of a dress, black pumps high enough to jack her up more than a few inches, black stockings with garters that hid beneath the skirt -- it was mandatory she be appealing to this imbecile. It was with scrutiny that she gave the final once-over, committed herself to her character and stepped out of her hotel room not as Felicia Parker, but as this new alter-ego. Cherry ... like her red hair, like her stained lips.
It was in a ritzier burrough of London, the travel took maybe thirty minutes, but when she arrived she assimilated herself right into the crowd. The first step was to find the host and attach herself to him -- that was always easy. If she went the extra step to make herself be visually appeal it took generally little effort to be noticed. And like a charm, within not ten minutes of her arrival, she was affixed to the side of one Mister Jonathan Blake, smiling when he made his lousy jokes and pretending it didn't make her skin crawl when he wrapped his arm around not her waist.
It will be a quick con, she pacified herself, will a massive payout.
