In the bar, an easy party for an assassin, he was looking at you, you were his enemy, but he had to admit you were beautiful, short pants hugging your thighs, hot curves, even though he really hates you. He couldn't help but think, he took the glass of wine and walked over, raised his foot and stepped between your legs

"I heard you use a sword, why do you have a 'gun' here?"

He sips a glass of wine, looking down at the man smaller than him