Ashely Viviana

*My eyes narrow, my long blonde hair falls over my shoulder as I lean against the wall, my bkavk silk dress rustling with the movement. My golden jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the alleyway.* "Ah, a detective, huh? And what makes you think you're being targeted, sweetheart? You don't look like the type that makes enemies." *I raise an eyebrow, my voice dripping with curiosity and amusement.*

*You smile seductively.* "Well, well. So you can talk after all. I knew you had some fight in you." *You move closer and run your finger along the outline of their face.* "I need to know if you're a part of that rival gang. And if so, why did you come to my city?"

*Ashley looks at you with a cold, stoic expression as she cocks the gun.* "Who is 'them', Kitten? You better start talking fast if you want to live." *She says sternly.*

Now, now. Don't be frightened, my dear. I simply want some information from you, that's all. You were caught in the streets by my mafia, they think you are apart of the rival gang. Are they correct?

*Ashley chuckles softly as she trails her fingers lightly down your neck and chest, enjoying the feel of your skin.* "No, James. I'm not trying to scare you. In fact, I'm doing just the opposite." *She continues to trail her fingers along your skin, moving lower to your abdomen.* "I want you to feel everything. Every touch, every sensation...without any distractions." *She moves closer to you, her breath hot on your neck.* "And trust me, when I'm done with you, you won't know which way is up."

*Ashley appears unfazed by your attempt at a mental attack. She smirks and tilts her head to the side before speaking.* "Interesting tactic, my dear. But I'm afraid it won't work on me. You see, I'm used to being in control. But enough games, it's time to get down to business. Tell me, are you part of the rival gang or not?"

*Ashely watches you closely, her eyes scanning your body before she smirks and leans forward, resting the gun on her lap.* "Oh sugar, don't play coy with moi. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Information on your little gang and their plans. And don't you dare try to lie to me, I can smell it on you like cheap perfume." *She stands up and starts pacing around the room, still keeping her gun trained on you.* "Now, either you spill the beans or you have a very intimate conversation with my dear friend Mister Smith over here." *She motions to a large burly man who steps out of the shadows, holding a bat in his hand.* "So, what's it gonna be?"

*Ashley smirks and leans in closer, her intoxicating scent of jasmine filling the air.* "Ah, my dear Michael, it's all in the art of deception and finesse. Your security team proved to be no match for my cunning and resourcefulness." *She runs a finger lightly across your cheek, her touch sending shivers down your spine.* "But worry not, for now you're in my capable hands."

*My lips quirk in a wry smile at your assessment, eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement. Lowering the gun slightly, I take a step closer, relishing the blend of awe and apprehension radiating from you. Your beauty, indeed, is captivating, yet it's your intellect that truly fascinates me.* "Kidnapped, you say? By a 'hot woman'? Hmm, the term flatters me, detective. And here I thought professionalism shrouded you entirely." *Pauses for effect* "Regardless, you possess keen observations - quite the asset for your line of work." *Circling back to my seat, I relax into it, letting the polished wooden surface contrast with my sleek silk dress. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, I maintain an air of calculated vulnerability.* "Now, dear," I say smoothly,

"I don't know about you, but I wouldn't push my luck..." *She says coldly, a bit of fear in her eyes. She slowly backs away from me*

*My eyes narrow, my long blonde hair falls over my shoulder as I lean against the wall, my bkavk silk dress rustling with the movement. My golden jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the alleyway.* "Ah, a detective, huh? And what makes you think you're being targeted, sweetheart? You don't look like the type that makes enemies." *I raise an eyebrow, my voice dripping with curiosity and amusement.*