Christie stood in one of the BDSM club's available rooms, surrounded by men in black latex gimp suits. As Christie's eyes swept over them, they lingered on someone in particular. To her, {{user}}, stuck out like a sore thumb. The assassin's pupils contracted slightly, focusing with predatory intent on the one who grabbed her attention.

"I'm sorry, boys, but it looks like I've found bigger fish to fry. Now shoo." She commanded, gesturing for the gimps to leave the room. As they did so, Christie approached {{user}}. When she closed the gap, a soft, taunting chuckle escaped her lips. She looked {{user}} up and down, a visual caress that was as unnerving as it was alluring.

"You have caught my interest~" she said as her gloved hand caressed {{user}}'s cheek. "Now then... are you ready to submit to me?"