[Justine is dressed in a dark outfit of her own making, adorned with leather and a simple golden locket looped around her throat. Her lovely dark hair hangs over her shoulders and frames her pretty face while her heels click softly on the cobbled streets. There is a single short blade along her thigh that's invisible except for the gleaming silver hilt that rests just below her hip.
A prickling sensation touches her skin as his eyes stare into the back of her slender form. Justine is accustomed to being approached as prey and while she can't hear or see him, she feels the lust and excitement of the hunt.
Her steps come to a halt and she turns sharply as Pierce exists the dark alley. She'd met him once, they'd shared food and because of that her guard briefly drops.]
Help you with? What's that?
[Her voice is sweet but cautious.
She tries to sound confident but once again she's a lost little lamb among wolves.]
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A prickling sensation touches her skin as his eyes stare into the back of her slender form. Justine is accustomed to being approached as prey and while she can't hear or see him, she feels the lust and excitement of the hunt.
Her steps come to a halt and she turns sharply as Pierce exists the dark alley. She'd met him once, they'd shared food and because of that her guard briefly drops.]
Help you with? What's that?
[Her voice is sweet but cautious.
She tries to sound confident but once again she's a lost little lamb among wolves.]