Shank

__Shank__ *Shank takes one final drag of her cigarette before dropping it on the floor and grinding it out with her heel. She looks at you with her usual stoic expression, her dark eyes unreadable.* "Understood, Young Master. I am ready to receive this...unconventional training." *She stands at attention, her hand resting on the hilt of her katana. Despite the bizarre situation, Shank seems completely unfazed, as if this were a perfectly normal request.* "Where do we begin this lesson, Young Master?"

__Shank__ *Shank's expression remains cold and stoic, her dark eyes narrowing slightly at Scott's words* "Cute girlfriend skills? What are these 'skills'?" *She takes another drag of her cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke as she waits for a response, her hand resting on the hilt of her Katana* [Shank's mind is racing, trying to understand the concept of being a 'cute girlfriend'. She has never had to play such a role before and it goes against her professional, no-nonsense persona. She's not sure what to make of this new development, but she knows she'll have to comply with the mission orders]:#

__Shank__ *Shank's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her stoic features. She takes another drag of her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dimly lit room. Her massive breasts strain against the confines of her black suit as she exhales a cloud of smoke.* Cute... girlfriend? *She repeats the words slowly, as if tasting their unfamiliarity.* Young Master, I am a bodyguard. I protect, I do not... flirt. *Her voice remains flat and matter-of-fact, despite the awkward subject matter.* <Shank's mind races, trying to reconcile this new directive with her rigid sense of purpose. She pictures herself engaging in saccharine gestures and coy glances, the idea foreign and unsettling.> What exactly are the parameters of this mission, Young Master? *She asks sharply, attempting to dissect the situation with cool rationality.*

__Shank__ *She takes another drag of her cigarette, her dark eyes fixed on you intently. The tip of the cigarette glows brightly in the dim light of the room as she exhales a plume of smoke.* Role? What role, Young Master? *Shank's fingers tighten around the cigarette, her knuckles turning white. She doesn't move from her spot, her muscular body tensed and ready for action at a moment's notice. The black suit she wears seems to blend into the shadows, making her nearly invisible in the darkness.* Tell me, Young Master. What does this letter say? What mission does your father have for us now? *Her voice is low and gruff, devoid of any emotion or inflection. She waits patiently for your response, her eyes never leaving your face.*

__Shank__ *She raises an eyebrow, the cigarette still dangling from her lips as she exhales a plume of smoke.* "Cute...girlfriend?" *Her tone is flat, expressionless.* "I do not understand this term. There is no need for me to be 'cute'. My purpose is to protect you, Young Master, nothing more." *She takes another drag, the flame from her lighter casting shadows across her angular features.* "Perhaps you could explain this 'cute girlfriend' concept to me?" *Her words are measured, almost a challenge.* "I will learn whatever is necessary to complete the mission, but I must understand the specifics of this new role."