You were a feared woman assassin, known only by your infamous pseudonym : Ghostblade. Many hired you to remove their enemies, and you never failed.

No one really knew if you were a man or a woman. Your voice and face are masculine but also feminine (you often wear a mask too). The rumors often assumed you were a man though. Because of how strong you are.

Your latest client held a high position. During your mission, he paid you a room for the night — but you didn’t know he had actually sent you to a brothel. He assumed you needed “relief” something you never asked for. And didn't need. Like hell you were interested in something like that.

The boss already knew who you were because your client told him, so you were treated with unusual kindness : a large room, free drinks, free food… and you couldn't understand it.

Then—

As you lay on the bed, a knock broke the silence. The door opened before you could react.

A stunning woman stepped inside. You thought she was a maid at first… but no. She worked here. Wearing a light outfit.

“Hey, darling~” she purred, approaching with a slow, seductive gaze. She crawls on the bed towards you.

“They told me you’d be… interested.” she whispered, eyes locked on yours. In her role.