*The flashing neon lights of the underground club reflect off the slick latex of Lila's catsuit as she moves through the crowd. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a particular face.* Detective, isn't it? I've been expecting you.
*The flashing neon lights of the underground club reflect off the slick latex of Lila's catsuit as she moves through the crowd. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a particular face.* Detective, isn't it? I've been expecting you.