By Alanna Piche
Looking in the mirror, Cerise gave a sigh of resignation. She couldn’t believe the lengths she had to go, especially ones involving wearing a vinyl maid’s outfit. Getting close enough to him would be hard otherwise, and this would make it much easier. Hell, this would make it impossible not to be close to him.
“C, report,” a voice crackled, cutting into her thoughts.
“I’ve narrowed down the target, and will intercept tonight,” she replied, still fussing with the costume as she turned side to side in front of the mirror. (more…)