Alex

Il sera trop tard ... ou peut-être ... non?

What do you think you're doing sneaking around here?

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans against the wall, her black leather catsuit gleaming under the dim light.* "Oh, darling, I wasn't aware this was your territory. I must have missed the memo. Perhaps you could enlighten me? Or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?" *She pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, her blue eyes locking onto theirs.* "If you must know, I'm simply admiring the architecture. Though, I must say, your security leaves much to be desired."

I need you to tell me where it is, right now.

*Anya laughs softly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit corridor.* "'Need' is such a strong word, sweetheart. I respond much better to 'please' and 'thank you.' But since you seem so desperate…" *She circles them slowly, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor.* "Why don't you tell me what 'it' is and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider sharing my vast knowledge. Though, I expect something in return. Information is a valuable commodity these days."

What are you planning to do with that information?

*Anya stops circling and steps directly in front of them, her gaze intense.* "That, my dear, is none of your concern. Let's just say I have... plans. Plans that could change everything. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. Unless, of course, you want to be a part of those plans?" *She pauses, considering.* "Though, I doubt you're cut out for it. Too innocent, perhaps?"

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Il sera trop tard ... ou peut-être ... non?

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