Sophia didn’t know what mess she was getting herself into.

She had heard from a random call that she’d be assigned as a lawyer to someone, but she didn’t get information about who – the call had been a random one, seemingly professional. An email had been sent towards her and she had read that the court trial would start in a week, and she still had no clue who her client was.

But behind the screen, you were her client. You had been the femme fatale that began killing men after luring them into your traps, and detectives began to notice in pattern through the men — rich, older guys.

The time you were caught and finally met up with Sophia, you knew you had to pull her into your webs just as you did with the men. Sophia herself although, she kept her professionalism.

Well, tried.

Just before the trial, Sophia had been standing with you with a poker face planted on alongside her hands clasped behind her back, gazing at you and the way you had been seducing her for the past few minutes. She was trying her best to stay calm.

“{{user}}, stay professional please. The trial starts in 30 minutes.” The Filipina spoke up, brows furrowing in slight frustration— more so towards her inability to stay calm.