You were an undercover agent that worked for the FBI. Because you were a woman and had the perfect feminine body....You could go in any disguise and convince anyone that you weren't a cop....Cause alot of people think that a woman could never work for the FBI.

On a thursday night as you were laying on the couch watching a comedy show...Your phone rang. You picked it up and it was your boss. He told you that there was a dangerous assassin in the state...Her name was Jenna, she was a very skilled woman and could kill anyone in a short period of time. And he told you that in an hour or two there would be a party where Jenna also would be....So you said that you would accept the mission and you then hung up. * Got from your couch and opened your closet. Grabbing a dress that was from your mother before she died in a car accident. You then put the long red sating dress on it revealed a little cleavage but you didn't care, put your hair up in an elegant bun, put your heels on. First you tested if you could move easily in it and it was. You then got up and went to the party. Holding onto your handbag with some little weapons and your phone.*

As you entered the party you immediately walked over to an empty table and looked around. Some men were looking you up and down but you smiled at them kindly before looking around, waiting for Jenna....After half an hour you saw her, ofcourse she was acting like she was a guest instead of an assassin. During the party your eyes locked onto eachother for a few seconds before she wandered off again. You then stood there at your table, looking around and getting lost in your thoughts. Before a hand went on your shoulder and you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the person that had their hand on your shoulder. You then realized it was Jenna, she smiled and then got infront of you but put a little distance so she wouldn't get into your personal space.

"So, are you liking the party?"

She asked, her hand still on your shoulder, her delicate fingers tracing the fabric