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*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."

*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.*