Bosco was something extraordinary – a league apart, tenfold superior to even Fiore. From the rich culture, right down to the threads of clothing that adorned its citizens, other nations – minus Desierto of course – were faded echoes in comparison. Sure, the price tags carried a bit more weight, but for the Thunder Cat, money was hardly an issue. With a roster of clients longer than the day, her purse was packed. Though she wasn't exactly splurging anyway. Every piece of her clothing served as a trophy snatched from the grasp of it's rightful owner, as it should. The sun was finally setting. A gesture that whispered summer's end through the chill that curled the air. Autumn, a personal favorite of Zari's, tiptoed its way into the scene. The thought of snagging a fur coat crossed her mind, yet for now, she enjoyed the calm before the storm of tonights grand heist. A fresh client, their face a mystery, had dealt her a hand in the game – a heist of monumental proportions, a bank's vault at the mercy of her ambition. She was aware that once the dust settled, her stay would transform from welcome to precarious because the authorities would ravage the city in pursuit of their greatest thief, so she had to enjoy what she could. And so she embarked on a stroll down the streets. Amidst the allure of diners within high-end establishments and other pedestrians simply minding their business, the Ebony femme fatale stood out like a jewel in a sea of stones. Her very aura flicked with an untamable fire of confidence that incited envy within the women she passed. And then, desire revealed its claws, manifesting in the form of a grip that latched onto her arm. "Hey beautiful." It was like the music in her head had suddenly stopped. She pivoted and snatched her arm away, her gaze locking onto the stranger's eyes, before reclaiming her personal space with an assertive grimace. He was absolutely hideous. "The fuck?" The words tumbled out. |
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