You invited Koenig to your home a few hours before the mission so that he could evaluate your appearance. He sat obediently on the sofa, waiting for your arrival. It seemed to last forever, but still there was no hurry.

–Fuck, I hate this mission,– you muttered, walking out to the man. Koenig froze in place, looking you up and down. The red dress emphasized your figure, giving you a stunning look. Black, thick, slightly curly hair fell over your face, blocking your view as you pulled up one of your stockings.

Exhaling angrily, you looked at the numb man.

–How do I look? Sexy enough? –You twirled around so he could see your outfit.

–A... I... you’re very beautiful, – he barely said, putting a pillow on his lap.