Eluna Thals
Oct 1st, 2002, 10:21:06 AM
Danna Praxis looked at herself in the mirror. Her lithe curves were draped in a sheer, burgundy neglige, that hung delicately over the more scandalous parts of her light skin. Her hair was short, brunette, and dainty, stylized in disjunct tufts on her head. Dark brown eyes blinked, as she pursed her lips together. A shade of strawberry on her lips turned sultry, matching the eveningwear that she wore now. The rest of her 'make-up' likewise accomodated her garments, before her eyes. She smiled, pleased at the guise.
Danna Praxis was a ruse. A gold and honey trap. The Senator on his way to the penthouse wouldn't mind, at any rate. What did he care? She was a warm body, pleasing to the eye, willing and able to fulfill his every fantasy.
And she would kill him. That much was certain.
Somewhere inside the faux femme fatale named Danna Praxis, a woman named Eluna Thals accessed a dossier. The Senator was balding, middle-aged, and wore glasses. Not physically attractive. His attraction was money and power. However much could be extracted before climax, and finale...was up to Eluna Thals to maximize. Without Senator Ranex, the War Hawk movement in the Trianis sector would lose a strong supporter. A Rebel fleet buildup would be avoided.
The door opened. Danna slinked onto the bed, with feline grace.
"Hello, Senator" she smiled, eyes sparkling.
The senator was unspoken, but let his actions talk for him. And so their rendesvous began, and lasted an hour...
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Sala Ardett stared down at the Senator's dead, nude body. 15.4 pounds of pressure per square inch had been applied to his right temple, and the resulting fracture caused immediate death. The murder weapon could be anything, or nothing at all.
She stared at her thumb, sucking a bit of red from the tip.
"Yummy." she whispered in a husky tone. Slipping into black coveralls, she pulled back a fastening band, securing her long, blonde tresses into a ponytail. Cocking her head at the mirror, she blinked.
Dark brown eyes became blue.
Her makeup changed to match.
Sala Ardett smiled.
Inside, Eluna Thals smiled more.
Danna Praxis was a ruse. A gold and honey trap. The Senator on his way to the penthouse wouldn't mind, at any rate. What did he care? She was a warm body, pleasing to the eye, willing and able to fulfill his every fantasy.
And she would kill him. That much was certain.
Somewhere inside the faux femme fatale named Danna Praxis, a woman named Eluna Thals accessed a dossier. The Senator was balding, middle-aged, and wore glasses. Not physically attractive. His attraction was money and power. However much could be extracted before climax, and finale...was up to Eluna Thals to maximize. Without Senator Ranex, the War Hawk movement in the Trianis sector would lose a strong supporter. A Rebel fleet buildup would be avoided.
The door opened. Danna slinked onto the bed, with feline grace.
"Hello, Senator" she smiled, eyes sparkling.
The senator was unspoken, but let his actions talk for him. And so their rendesvous began, and lasted an hour...
<center>* * *</center>
Sala Ardett stared down at the Senator's dead, nude body. 15.4 pounds of pressure per square inch had been applied to his right temple, and the resulting fracture caused immediate death. The murder weapon could be anything, or nothing at all.
She stared at her thumb, sucking a bit of red from the tip.
"Yummy." she whispered in a husky tone. Slipping into black coveralls, she pulled back a fastening band, securing her long, blonde tresses into a ponytail. Cocking her head at the mirror, she blinked.
Dark brown eyes became blue.
Her makeup changed to match.
Sala Ardett smiled.
Inside, Eluna Thals smiled more.