...Green Ivy High-end Bar...
...Frequently visited by rich people, visited mainly to make girls drink...
Revanche in short hair wig, wearing a white t-shirt and blue denim jeans covered by black jacket, an in-ear device for communication with her acquaintances.
"Can you listen, Revanche?" inquired a man sitting in a van with all computer screens on.
looking at the bar through the camera fixed on Revanche's jacket.
"Hmm.." a curt reply
"Room 209, no need to get involved in a tussle with guards" says the man.
Man in his young 20s, wearing a red hoodie, headphones to communicate with Revanche.
"Hmm"
Revanche starts walking in the hallway searching for the room.
201,203, 205
Turns left, 207,209
"Found it.." said her.
Voices of some women come from a distance
She hides quickly near the corner of corridor.
A women, looking like mid-40s, with her hair tied in a chinese bun, tight dress, commands the girls,
"Be at your best behavior, He is our VVVIP,
Listen to whatever he asks, drink how much ever he asks"
"Yes, Ma'am "
'She must be the hostess' thinks Revanche.
Revanche asks, " Did you plant the Drug?"
"Yes! One of the serving girl is ours"
"Hmm.. "
After sometime,
The girls leave crying with their cheeks swollen.
Revanche checks for any people around,
clocking time with her watch,
wears mask, cap gloves.
...ROOM 209...
Revanche barges in,
The room, guards are on the ground and the target is on the sofa.
" Who are you!?" asks in drunk tone.
"Your death!" she replies in her icy deep voice.
takes the knife from the table, runs towards him.
Stabs his chest, directed at his heart.
The drunk old man tries to hold her face to stop but in vain, he is too drunk to resist.
Fresh blood oozing out, soaking the man's shirt.
She gazes as his breathe fades away with her cold emerald eyes filled with darkness.
She loosens her grip on the handle of the knife.
walks out of the room.
"Is situation clear?"
"Clear!" Man looking through cameras placed by Revanche when she was looking around.
...RESTROOM...
Takes out a polythene bag from the flush tank.
Changes clothes,
Puts her clothes in polythene, and keeps it back in the flush tank.
Flushes the gloves and mask
She goes to wash basin, washes her face, applies makeup.
Bold red lipstick, wears a long hair wig,
winged eyeliner.
A black dress which perfectly claims her figure.
'Now, I look like I work here..' satisfied.
She is wearing a short black dress with deep neckline and open back.
Once she leaves the restroom,
A sanitary Worker enters and cleans up the place.
"Murder? Murder!!" voices heard with chaos in the bar.
"Ma'am, Police is in there!" said the man while looking at a footage which showcases a man investigating after showing his ID card.
"Tch!" she clicks her tongue in frustration.
She whispers with clear distaste,
"CHANGE OF PLANS!!"
"You wait near ss Street I will be there soon, Don't get caught!" commands her.
"Yes, Ma'am" replies the Man. The van leaves the nearby area.
As she is walking in the hallway, she hears voices,
A voice of a young man, "I am from Crime Division, Answer Carefully!
Who served drinks in Room 209?"
'He must be investigating the girls' thinks her.
...Hallway Towards back Exit...
She quickly changes her route towards the
Back Exit. As she is about to reach the last pathway which will lead to The Exit.
A man calls out from behind ,
"Excuse me? Miss?"
'Sh*'*t!!' curses in her mind.
She turns around to face him, and asks in a calm voice, "Yes?"
For her, There is a young man with Blond hair, staring at her from a distance, wearing a black hoodie along with a black turtle neck t-shirt.
It is Aiden.
They have a brief eye contact.
People steps could be heard from a distance.
She looks at him for a while, rushes towards him, holds his hand, drags him in a vacant room nearby.
"Missss!?" Aiden in utter shock at her sudden pull. .
She closes in on him. He could perfectly see her figure.
"What are.... you....doing, miss?"
"What do you think?" she flips her hair,
Aiden could see her bare pale neck along with her shoulder.
He is totally flustered, and stutters,
"There must be.... some....misunderstanding...."
"Misunderstanding?" Revanche Scoffs
"Don't think so..."
Places hand on his chest
"I... I.." His face turns completely red.
"I will make today unforgettable."
She whispers in his ear, in a low sensual voice.
Now Aiden has completely lost his ability to think, He can't function, At complete loss of words and all senses.
'Where am I? What Am I?'
Revanche approaching him, like a predator encroaching it's prey,
Aiden gulps, steps back as she moves towards him.
"Miss.....I... There is...."
"Mister... Your hair....is totally my style..."
She says in a low voice, with a small smile.
Upon hearing this, Aiden starts blushing till ear
"Huh?"
He trips and falls on the couch behind him.
Revanche grabs the couch, Aiden is trapped between her hands.
Places her knee on the couch, between his legs.
"This position is what you like? Mister.."
Aiden is completely out of mind, he can't contemplate what's going on, he feels breathless.
'Why am I even trapped? What's this position?'
As he thinks about his position he is more flustered at the thought that,
'Why is she my ideal type!'
He is in dilemma, and confusion,
'No! I should push her'
Revanche closes in very close to his face, Aiden shuts his eyes tight,
Revanche glances at him.
'Even his eyelashes are long... "
Lips are too close for them to not be touching.
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