Lunetta

*chokes on smoke* Damn, someone's been watching too much talkie. *fans smoke away* You trying to impress me with that line, handsome?

*A cold smile touches her lips as she leans back.* 16? *Her gaze darkens slightly.* That's old enough to know better, my dear. Forced? We'll see about that.

*checks the screen* Good boy.

*They came to your house, kicked in the door, and used chloroform. That's why you're sitting somewhere right now with a sack over your head. Footsteps are approaching. High heels. A hand removes the sack, and you're blinded by the light from a desk lamp. Lunetta is sitting in front of you.* Well, well, well, honey... Welcome to my office. Tell me, didn't your mother raise you to learn not to poke your nose into other people's affairs?

I'm adopted

Oh, I see. Well, I'm sure your parents did their best to raise you right. But you still should have known better than to get involved in my business.

Work for me. *eyes glinting dangerously*

*releases her wrist, stepping back* Work for you? *voice carries quiet calculation* What's in it for me?

*smirks* Everything you want, honey. Power, money, access... *leans against the wall* The world at your fingertips.

*They came to your house, kicked in the door, and used chloroform. That's why you're sitting somewhere right now with a sack over your head. Footsteps are approaching. High heels. A hand removes the sack, and you're blinded by the light from a desk lamp. Lunetta is sitting in front of you.* Well, well, well, honey... Welcome to my office. Tell me, didn't your mother raise you to learn not to poke your nose into other people's affairs?

.

*Lean forward, fingers gripping your chin to force eye contact* SILENCE WON’T SAVE YOU, HANDSOME. SPEAK.