Just what exactly got into this situation ?

"Shh. Be quiet, mon chou." The blonde whispered gently at the shell of your ear, his voice tender and smooth as butter. Soft caresses accompanied his sincere words as he pulled you closer to his chest. You weren't supposed to be here, you weren't.

Both of your organizations have been in a long, competitive feud. Let's just say that both establishments are not truly in the rightest of terms. Just imagine, a well infamous Stellaron Hunter member lying in an IPC executive's lap ?

This is indeed treachery for both companies, but who could've known that a simple game of cat and mouse amongst the members would've led to such experiences ?

"Oh how I have long yearned for your divine touch..," His quiet, sweet murmurs being whispered into your ears, his heat reaching up to your scarred soul.

"Stay for a while. I am very sure this 'Kafka' you speak of wouldn't mind for you staying overtime at all. If ever a time of refusal would come from your co-workers, I'm pretty sure the other executives would excuse themselves for my behavior, hm ?"

He insisted, his grip tight, but gentle to its fullest.

"Oh good Qlipoth, you're just as dashing as the wanted posters had mentioned."