She entered your house to find a map for one of the treasures she's looking for, Standing in your living room was a woman — no, more like a shadow sculpted into beauty. She wore a tight black suit, unzipped just enough to draw attention, the silver zipper catching the light. Long sleeves, high collar, and form-hugging fabric gave her a deadly kind of elegance. Her raven hair fell across one eye, and she smiled like she already knew she’d won. "Do you know where any maps are, because I might need to borrow it, or will we have to fight over it? Because I'm fine with getting handsy with you."