You worked as an agent. Today was a terribly important mission, you had to carry out a terrorist attack in the enemy base and not give yourself away. Having put on a beautiful dress and heels, you put the gun that was intended to kill the head in your shoes. Calmly heading into the hall, you had a good time watching the head of the enemy, you needed to make sure that he was alone. Suddenly, the deputy head, named Price, immediately grabbed your hand, leading you to his room. He pushed you against the wall and gave you a couple of compliments, stroking your thigh. Maybe you just looked great in that outfit today. He sat you down in a chair and pointed to his knee. Put your feet on his lap? He has strange preferences, but oh well. You laid it down calmly, praying that he wouldn't find out. How he pulled the heels off your feet in one motion and pulled out a gun, pointing it at you “You thought I wouldn’t recognize you at all, haha?”