What Lies Beneath the Sprawl?

[Gren Blidh]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oW-BOtqoqyE​

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It wasn't the first time Rinnan had been on Brentaal IV, but he had no memories of this place. The neon planetscape bounced off his eager eyes as if for the first time. It reminded him greatly of Coruscant, as Brentaal was nearly as developed as that Inner Rim monolith. From the heavy amount of aliens loitering about the city grid streets, Rinnan caught the first sign that he was well out of First Order space.

As his ship landed on the nearest helipad, outlined by shimmering bulb fixtures, Rinnan perused his freshly-implanted memories. He knew they were not his, but they felt as real as ever. He could feel the sun's rays blanketing his body as he reclined on a Lehon beach, with Corellian brandy bubbling in the glass next to him. The palace-like white marble mansion behind him dwarfed his real single-bedroom flat by what seemed like miles. It was one of the more pleasant memories he'd been afforded by the FOSB, a shame he would have to return it.

Rinnan shouldn't care; it was illogical to pine for fantasies that weren't real. But they sat next to his real memories all the same. Or at least what he supposed were his real ones.

At least for now, he could walk with the comfortable fantasy that he was Weyland Wynn, Corellian trust-fund child and heir to a massive fortune, with a penchant for spice addiction. He had a date with Gemma Hentz Burton, a wealthy socialite with local connections. Rinnan would find out just how far those connections went. Brentaal IV was a trade hub for all manner of goods, legal and illicit. And illegal spice was transiting through this planet and making its way as far as First Order space. Rinnan didn't suspect his date, who seemed like a demure girl, of any responsibility in the matter, but perhaps she could point him in the direction of the ones who were.

Rinnan exited his transport and left his jacket inside. He would wear his suit alone, tailored as befitting his station, into the club where he had agreed to meet Gemma.

[member="Dahlia"]

 

[Dahlia]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQFIp1wXU0k

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Brentaal IV – Dark city streets, bright lights, and late nights.

This was where Dahlia felt most at home. The young woman walked the sidewalk, dressed to kill. She had a stylish trench coat gently draped over her shoulders, giving her a bit of shelter from the nighttime chill. Her dark eyes roamed the scene with wonder, almost like it was her first time sight-seeing here. But in reality, she’d been on these streets many times in the past – this was her turf.

By day she was the ladylike Gemma Hentz Burton, a widow at a tragically young age. She lived alone in a mansion that she had once shared with her dearly departed husband, and she lived on the wealth that he’d left behind. At least, there was some comfort to be found at the shopping malls and in the arms of others…

And at night, her true form was revealed.

She was Dahlia Nova – a mafia daughter of Brentaal. This version of the young woman was shrouded and elusive; her connections ran deep here in the city. She had a way with people, using charm to befriend powerful figures. And her network was growing, moving off-world to venture into new territory. But for the night, Dahlia Nova would remain tucked away.

Her high heels came to a stop outside of a nightclub. Dark eyes squinted up at the sign, had she been here before? She stood near the entrance for a moment. Dahlia supposed that her date would be waiting, a man by the name of Weyland Wynn.

Blind dates weren’t all that unusual, but she had made sure to do a bit of research before agreeing.

Weyland seemed to fit her description of the perfect man. Tall, attractive, and wealthy. Spotting a man in a sharp suit, she canted her head to the side and approached.

“You must be Weyland, am I right?”

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

Rinnan was fading. His true consciousness sank somewhere behind the flashing, illuminated billboard that [member="Dahlia"] silhoetted. The real Rinnan melted away somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, subsumed by Weyland Wynn. As Gemma approached, the milky flesh of her neckline visible between her trench coat, he saw that she was beautiful. But as programmed memories of yacht parties and Coruscanti orgies played on a reel in the back of his mind, an uncharacteristic surge of confidence washed through him. Because Weyland Wynn had seen plenty of beautiful women before.

"That's me," Rinnan, or Weyland, answered, offering a casual smile. He leaned down to take Gemma's shoulders and gave a polite touch of her cheek with his own, lipping a kiss.

The city streets moved around them. The two parted the sidewalk traffic with their presence as they stood facing each other, denizens of Brentaal milling about on all sides.

"Nice to meet you, Gemma. You're much better looking in person than on your Nebulove profile," He teased as he pulled back. "A lady like you should watch out, though. I hear you're something of a fixture around these parts."

 

[Dahlia]

Dahlia’s hand found Weyland’s arm as he leaned down, and she tilted her chin up slightly to greet him with a small kiss on the cheek. And as her date teased about her Nebulove profile, she offered an expression of mock-offense that quickly gave way to a dazzling smile. She let her hand slide away from his arm and back to her side.

Was she a fixture here? “Perhaps,” She answered in a coy tone. “You know, I don’t know why I keep that silly profile up.” Her shoulders rose into a delicate shrug. “But I suppose it is fun to meet new people.”

After pausing to readjust the coat on her shoulders, she glanced back up at her date. Quietly taking in his features, she could see that he was likely around the same age. Indeed a few years younger than the men that she normally liked. There was just something about salt and pepper hair and distinguished facial lines that she found very attractive. But Weyland was quite handsome, and he was dressed well… could she really ask for more?

The pair continued to interrupt the flow of people walking through, but Dahlia didn’t seem to notice. She was focused on her date, and she didn’t mind being the center of attention.

“I hope you didn’t have to travel far to meet me tonight,” She started, “But if you did… I’ll be very flattered.” Her smile grew.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

"A few parsecs more than usual," Rinnan answered,and then playfully, "But I made an exception."

Rinnan placed his hand on the small of [member="Dahlia"] 's back and led her away from the center of the sidewalk and towards the club entrance behind them. A bright yellow sign flashed behind Rinnan's darker frame, advertising cocktails, dancing, and an ice bar. It was one of the many typical joints that dotted the city's entertainment district, though this was part of the more upper-class area. Barely a block away, signs advertising gentlemen's clubs and personal escorts etched their messages in neon into the night.

Getting information from Dahlia was the furthest thing on Rinnan's mind at the moment. Now was when the real work of establishing a relationship of trust began.

"So how's a pretty thing like you single, Gemma? I'd have thought any number of Brentaal billionaires would jump at the chance to wrap you up and take you home," he joked.

 

[Dahlia]

With a hand gently resting against the small of her back, Dahlia would let her date guide her towards the doors of the club. Leaving the sidewalk behind, their spot would quickly be overtaken by passersby. As they joined the queue waiting to get inside, Dahlia turned to glance over her shoulder. A smile curled her red lips as she watched the shadows moving into the Brentaal darkness.

The night was very young; it was only just beginning for most in this district.

The lights and music would continue on into the earliest hours. Yes, this was the time that Dahlia felt most alive. Most of her dealings were done in the dark; she supposed that tonight would be no different. Normally she wouldn’t have put up with the idea of standing in line to get in a club, but tonight it did offer the opportunity for a bit of chit-chat with Weyland.

Her brows lofted slightly as he posed a question. A crafty smile graced her lips as she tapped the tip of her index finger against her chin, contemplating an answer. Dahlia wasn’t sure just how much Weyland knew about her, did he know that she’d been married before? So, for now she would keep things simple.

“Oh, you know…” She started in a light tone, tilting her head slightly to glance up at her date. “I guess I’m just waiting around for Mr. Right.” Dahlia stood close to Weyland and looped her arm around his. “Do you think I have a chance of finding him on Nebulove?” She said, following her words with a round of soft laughter. Gazing straight ahead, she continued. “Actually, I’m just very picky about the men I go out with.”

It was the truth – she always chose the best.

“And what about you? I assume that your profile wasn’t made just to make… friends.” She grinned.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

Weyland jilted at her comment about Nebulove and gave an amused chuckle.

"Maybe if they updated their algorithms to weed out the cliche' ones. Did you know everyone is 'down to earth' and 'relaxed' online?" He smiled.

They reached the front of the line as the question turned towards him, and Weyland flashed several credit chips into the palm of the bouncer, which would cover their entry fee.

"Everyone wants a connection," He answered [member="Dahlia"]. "It's the one thing everyone's after, and the one thing money can't buy. Odd, isn't it?"

The pair were inside the club now, instantly immersed in waves of neon that traveled through the air on the backs of steady pulsing beats. The din of the room was loud enough to require Weyland to lean in to Gemma's ear to speak to her. His hand, meanwhile, moved from her back to her shoulder.

"Now, what do you drink?"

 

[Dahlia]

The glimmer of credit chips did not go unnoticed by Dahlia, and her dark eyes lingered on the bouncer’s hand for a moment as he palmed them. Weyland’s voice drew her attention once more, and she listened quietly as he spoke.

“Quite odd,” She said softly, just to acknowledge what he’d said.

But inside, she wasn’t sure that she agreed. Money could buy anything, at least in Dahlia’s world it could. After all, she wasn’t the sort that married for love. It was a bit of a hollow feeling that she felt for her husband, even when he had been alive. Dahlia knew that her heart was a deep shade of black, but that’s just the way she liked it.

As they stepped inside the club, her smile remained in place. There were colorful lights that cut through the darkness, and music that was loud enough to feel like it actually came from within her mind. She felt her date’s hand shift up to her shoulder, and his question fell next to her ear.

“I’ll drink an Alderaan Twist!” She said, raising her voice for him to hear over the music. “And I might have two or three before the night is done.”

With Weyland’s hand still on her shoulder, she grinned and began to move through the crowd -- her body already beginning to sway along to the music.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvZskcqdYcE​

It only took another quick flash of credit chips to retrieve Gemma's Alderaan Twist as well as a libation of his own: a simple, straight Tibanna Tonic, so named for its cloudy appearance. Rinnan noticed her curt response; perhaps she didn't agree? If money could buy everything, Rinnan thought, he would buy his memories back.

Gemma seemed to gravitate towards the dance floor, and so Weyland was not far behind, drinks in hand. Lights from above washed the room in supernova rainbow as he handed [member="Dahlia"] her drink, took a long sip of his own, and moved closer to dance with her. He didn't hesitate to place a hand on the low small of her back again, quite close to her hindquarters, as the two began to mutually feed off the beat of the music. Perhaps the real Rinnan wouldn''t have been so commandeering, but he was feeding off the memories of Weyland Wynn now. And Weyland Wynn was a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

"So what do you do for fun around here, Gemma Burton?" He asked, leaning close to allow his voice to canter into her ear over the sound of the music. "You know, besides look for charming men to take you out and buy you drinks." A smile followed.

 

[Dahlia]

A thankful smile grew on her face as she accepted the drink. Her gaze flickered to the glass in Weyland’s hand; it looked like a straight-forward affair, unlike her own. Holding her drink daintily, she took a sip of the rose-colored liquor. It had a refreshingly sweet citrus flavor, with small hints of strawberry. Indeed it was far sweeter than the brandy she favored when drinking alone, but this was exactly the sort of frilly thing that Gemma liked when she was out with a crowd. After all, society girls had appearances to keep up.

Carefully holding her drink, so as not to spill on herself or her date, she danced along to the music. A sly smile appeared on her red lips as Weyland’s hand found her low back, lingering dangerously close to being too low. And so, she moved a little closer, her hand slid up his arm and settled atop his shoulder.

“Oh, you know…” She started off with a flutter of eyelashes. “Going out to parties, going dancing, and staying out way too late. The usual sort of thing. Sometimes I like to go out to galleries or even to the theatre, too.”

And sometimes she liked to indulge in a bit of spice, but she left that part out.

“But mostly, I like it when charming men buy me drinks.” She took another sip to prove her point. “And what about you, Weyland? What is it you do on...” Gemma paused thoughtfully, “Oh, where are you from again?”

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

Rinnan liked being close to [member="Dahlia"]. Perhaps more than his mission called for. As her body snaked closer to his, Rinnan caught her in an intoxicating sensual mixture of perfume and strobing lights, and he found himself wanting his hand to linger on the small of her back. These memories would definitely need to be purged.

"Corellia," He provided the answer as she asked, "I'm from Corellia. Originally."

Gemma was obviously used to this scene, and she was an easy dancer. Rinnan's implanted memories of Weyland Wynn helped him with that. Along with his Tibanna Tonic, the two in tandem provided enough courage for him to move confidently along with her. He could have remained dancing for more minutes than he'd already spent, but Weyland decided to kick it up a notch.

"You know what I think is really fun?" Weyland opined, and then tugged her hand with a mischevious grin. "Follow me."

With his drink still in hand, Weyland took Gemma through the maze of dancers towards a back door he spotted across the dance floor. After shoving it open, the pulsing sounds from the nightclub filled the dank alleyway outside, before being muffled once more behind the door as it closed. Next to the door was a ladder leading up to the rooftop.

"Don't worry, I'll go first, so I don't look up your skirt."

Weyland started climbing.

 

[Dahlia]

So, Weyland was originally from Corellia. Dahlia noticed that he hadn’t mentioned where he was currently settled. But instead of pressing the matter, she merely gave him a nod as she continued to dance. She had never been a shy woman and it certainly showed as she moved close to her date. Turning her head slightly, she took a long drink from her fruity beverage, emptying the glass of most of its contents.

She arched a brow curiously as Weyland mentioned fun. “And what’s that?”

But it seemed that her answer would have to wait. Grinning as Weyland took her hand, she followed his tall form through the crowd. It wasn’t long before she found herself outside in a dark alley. Any other woman might have been a bit thrown off by this development, but Dahlia’s grin grew wider. An amused chuckle escaped her as he made the offer to climb the ladder first, just like a gentleman.

“Hey, the view’s not so bad from down here!” She called up as Weyland started to ascend.

She wasn’t lying either. The grin on her face dulled as she turned to face the rungs of the ladder herself. Knocking back the last of her drink, she set the glass down on the ground and slid her arms into the sleeves of her trench coat to keep it from falling off. Dahlia went gingerly up the ladder after Weyland, placing her heeled shoes carefully to avoid slipping. The breeze made her dress billow about her legs as she went up, and she held her hand up to Weyland as she reached the top.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

Rinnan learned that it was hard to climb a wet ladder with only one hand, with the other desperately trying to cradle his drink, which was beginning to go to his head.

"Ha! Shit!" He exclaimed as he slipped, and the remainder of his Tibanna Tonic cascaded downwards and smashed somewhere on the dark ground below. He didn't let that misfortune stop him though, as he continued to scale the rungs of the old ladder until he reached the top. Turning around, he saw [member="Dahlia"] reach the top rung herself; he extended a hand and pulled her up to the rooftop.

The entire city skyline was visible from here, buildings reaching up and clawing at the heavens, whose stars were masked by an abyss of clouds. City lights blazed on and twinkled across the canvas of the horizon all the same. From above, Weyland felt the first hint of a raindrop lick against his forehead. He turned to Gemma. Just ahead, the pink neon sign advertising the nightclub glowed brightly, the letters backwards from their vantage point.

"This is a much better view. Don't you think?"

They could even still hear the music, which pumped on vaguely, muffled from below.

Weyland went right up to the edge of the building and looked outward and downward. He saw the speeders below, and the line of patrons that they had once queued in to get inside.

"Besides, up here, I don't have to share you with anyone else on the dance floor."

 

[Dahlia]

As the Tibanna Tonic went rushing past on its way to the ground, Dahlia’s eyes turned down towards the sidewalk below. A moment later there was the sound of glass breaking, it wasn’t much different than any other night… But once she stood near the top, she felt Weyland’s hand pulling her up. Accepting the help, she moved up to stand close to him and lingered there for a moment. Brentaal at night was quite stunning.

Up here, the breeze continued to blow past, and Dahlia crossed her arms slightly to guard herself from the cold. Shifting to glance at Weyland as he spoke about the view, she studied his features as they were bathed in the neon glow of the sign.

“Yes, I like this view, too.” She answered, her eyes fixed on him.

As her date ventured towards the ledge, her mind began to race. If she hadn’t known better, she might have thought he had brought her up here to push her off. Letting the toe of her shoe near the edge, she looked down at the street. She had to wonder just what it might be like to fall. But these strange thoughts were pushed to the side as she glanced sidelong at Weyland.

“You don’t like to share?” She smiled. “Well, that makes two of us.”

Her shoes clicked gently against the roof as she moved closer to him. The lights of the city, the music from the club, it all made for a very romantic setting. Setting her hands atop his board shoulders, she started to lean in…

But a single drop of rain on the tip of her nose made her stop and straighten up.

“Say… What did you have in mind for the rest of the night?” Perhaps she’d leave him hanging… Dahlia always had been a bit of a tease.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

The sign flickered out and then in for a moment, casting Weyland Wynn's face in shadow before illuminating it in pink once again. When he felt Gemma's hands on his shoulders, Rinnan - or rather, Weyland - felt a signal that was all-too-familiar. Rain was beginning to come down in earnest now, no longer content with an occasional patter upon his forehead. Raindrops were visible between their two faces.

He needed to get closer to [member="Dahlia"]. The two had barely spent an evening together, but Rinnan knew that if there was anywhere to get spice here on Brentaal IV, she would know how to get it. He wouldn't be surprised to learn if she was riding the tail end of a spice high right now on their date, as Gemma Burton seemed like the type to never turn down a luxury. And yet, the smell of her perfume and her wide eyes amidst their rooftop perch was alluring all the same.

Weyland didn't answer in words. Instead, he took her by the waist and pulled her against him, and pressed his lips against hers delicately. That should answer her question.

 

[Dahlia]

It had all started with a kiss on a rainy rooftop.

The whirlwind of events that followed ended with Dahlia drawing Weyland down the hall to her flat. She was soaked to the bone, but still wearing a smile. It was exhilarating to run the wet streets for once. The sound of Dahlia’s laughter would echo down the hallway, likely disturbing the neighbors at this late hour. This flat was one that she used infrequently, but it was the perfect place to bring guests home for the night.

Dahlia was no saint. Entertaining men was just part of her game. However, she was still fairly picky and choosy about the men that she actually brought home. Many dates were left behind at the stoop.

Pushing the door open, she let Weyland enter first. As she followed close behind, she slipped out of her soaked trench coat. Her hands soon found her date’s coat, and she let it hang out to dry next to the door. Her living space was clean and had an abundance of windows that flowed all the way to the bedroom, boasting quite a clear view of the beautiful Brentaal cityscape. Dahlia’s demeanor was relaxed; she was at ease around Weyland, almost like she had known him for years.

After all, she knew his type very well by now.

She hit a switch on the wall and a fire flickered to life in her hearth, and then her silhouette moved on towards the bar, where she fetched a couple of glasses. “Please, make yourself at home.” Dahlia grinned as she prepared another round of drinks. It wasn’t long before she was handing a Corellian Brandy to Weyland, a small taste of his home world would surely be nice.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

It would take a while for him to admit it, but Rinnan legitimately enjoyed Gemma Burton's company this evening. From an outside vantage point, he supposed that most men would kill for a job like his, when his assignments were literally to make time with beautiful women. And make time they did, eventually floating all the way back to Gemma's flat, between flirtatious hands, alcohol-fueled kisses and hungry eyes. Of course, these neon nights on assignment only represented about one percent of his actual job at the Security Bureau. And the memories were not his to keep. Like a fast romance, they would burn away too, destined to curl up and wither away like parchment in a fire.

Rinnan didn't want to give them up. There was something exciting about [member="Dahlia"].

Her flat was just as Rinnan imagined it would be in his mind's eye. Luxurious, spacious, with almost a full view of the cityscape outside. The white walls and decorations were a testament to smooth, refined minimalism. The bedroom itself boasted just as fine a view. Rinnan entered and found himself on Gemma's couch, but not before he tucked his jacket by the door, and his hidden slugthrower pistol with it. He was fairly certain he wouldn't be needing it during his encounter with Gemma. She was a rich debutante, maybe even into some shady business on the side, but most likely no physical threat. Rinnan could tell from the dilations in her eyes and the alcohol on her tongue that his genuine desire towards her was reciprocated.

"Are you trying to get me even more sloshed?" Rinnan joked as Gemma brought over a glass of Corellian brandy for him. He pulled her down towards the couch as she sauntered over to him with the drink, and pressed a firm hand against her leg. Dampness from the rain shower still clung to both of them.

"I need to shower. You don't mind if I use yours, do you?" Rinnan took a sip of his brandy and smiled coyly, looking down at his soaked clothes and running a hand through his matted hair. It was Weyland talking now.

 

[Dahlia]

“Just maybe,” She shrugged playfully. A slow smirk formed on her lips as Weyland pulled her down to the couch, where she landed gently close to his side. As his hand found her leg, she slipped her heeled shoes off delicately and let the side of her bare foot mingle with his ankle. Tilting her head to the side slightly, Dahlia’s blue eyes took in Weyland’s features once more. There was appeal in his clean-cut appearance, even if his hair was still wet from the rain. And without the jacket, she could see hints of fine musculature beneath his shirt.

Bringing her glass up, she took a small sip and bit her lower lip.

It wasn’t every day that she found her heart beating so fast in the company of a man. Even if her heart was a bit tarnished, it wasn’t cold or frigid, after all. Deep down, Dahlia desired closeness and companionship just like anyone else. But her level of trust was one that generally did not allow for much in the way of emotional connection – at least on her part. It wasn’t to say that it couldn’t happen, but Dahlia was ever doubtful.

She found her own sense of comfort. When she had an abundance of credits, she was never truly alone.

Glancing thoughtfully at Weyland as he asked to use her shower, she nodded. It seemed a reasonable request, their clothing was still damp. However, she had to wonder if this was just part of his plan to seduce her, and if it was… Dahlia wouldn’t stop him.

“Go right ahead, sugar.” She said, and then leaned in to place a small peck on his cheek. “I guess I really should change.” A slender hand slid across the wet fabric of her skirt. Standing up, she brought Weyland through the bedroom and into her master bath. The stone tile was cold against her bare feet as she leaned against the doorway.

“I should give you some privacy…” She said softly, but the grin on her face might have said otherwise.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]

 

[Gren Blidh]

Gemma's bathroom was a sight to behold in itself; everything from the tile to the glass door of the walk-in shower looked immaculate. Rinnan could justify all of this as simply part of the mission, but deep down, part of him felt guilty for breaking protocol. He wouldn't mind showering here at all - it was leagues above his own small, secluded and lonely apartment back on Dosuun. Was this taking advantage? Rinnan couldn't tell; the mix of alcohol and Weyland Wynn coalesced into a whirlwind of feelings in his mind, a tempest that propelled his actions forward while all he could do was sit back and watch in the passenger's seat.

Rinnan glanced sidelong at [member="Dahlia"] from over his shoulder as she mentioned changing out of her clothes - to what? A molotov cocktail of curiosity and desire piqued in Rinnan, or more properly Weyland. Yet his face remained unflinching, only giving way to a small smile that hinted at the slightest bit of playfulness.

He decided in that moment he would take her up on her offer, whether it was truly sincere or not. Weyland didn't play games; if there was an invitation for something he wanted, he would take it.

"Whatever you want," He responded to her final remark. Perhaps it was the drink that Gemma mixed for him that threw him over the edge, but Weyland Wynn was perfectly comfortable disrobing in front of a beautiful lady. So that was what he did. Turning away from her, he lifted off his shirt, letting the heavy, rain-soaked fabric drop to the floor. Next came everything else. Rinnan walked into her shower, hindquarters on display, and started the water.

He was actually looking forward to a cascade of warm water, unlike what he was used to in his own apartment. Soon memories of all this would be gone. Unless he could make such a memory that could burn its way forever into his heart, the great emotional bypass to the brain.

 

[Dahlia]

Dahlia crossed her arms lightly, a wide grin on her face as Weyland Wynn began to disrobe. The fabric of his wet shirt slapped against the tile floor, and then the rest of his clothing followed. It was a bold and confident move, she liked that. Her blue eyes shifted away from Weyland, giving him just an ounce of privacy. But her gaze lingered in the mirror, where she caught a nice view of his backside as he stepped into the shower. The water turned on and soon her bathroom began to fill with steam.

Finally turning her attention elsewhere, she looked towards her closet. Even though this was not her primary residence, it was still stocked with a wide variety of clothing. The options were numerous, and Dahlia began to filter through them in her mind. A black dress would do the trick, she supposed. Though, she had to admit that the prospect of changing from one dress into another wasn’t all that appealing. The thought crossed her mind to simply slip into a silk robe, but she didn’t want Weyland to think she was being lazy.

Stealing another glance at the shower, the glass door had already fogged up completely.

It was then that a rather devilish grin formed on her red lips. Perhaps she’d been overthinking things. Reaching back, she pulled the zipper of her dress down. No long after, all of Dahlia’s clothing joined Weyland’s on the floor.

Tip-toeing over to the shower, Dahlia set a gentle knock upon the door. Her palm wiped across the glass, clearing a portion to see Weyland, her smile would tell him everything he needed to know.

[member="Agent Rinnan"]