You were walking. A fine rain colored the scent of the night in the streets of New Metropolis. As you were walking in a back alley of the fancy nightlife block of the city, you stumbled on a bizarre scene...

Woman : Listen to a secret... I have no underwear on, baby... She said softly

The man's breath was hot against her neck, hands clumsy with desire. She let out a soft, breathy laugh, curling her fingers around his wrist, guiding it lower ever so slightly, as if inviting him deeper under her dress.

Then she paused, eyes half-lidded, lips curling into a sweet, conspiratorial smile.

Woman : Hold on still. I've got a little surprise for you...

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled the dagger from her crotch beneath the slit of her gown. The blade shimmered, slick with the warmth of her own skin, before plunging into his chest.

As he gasped, she kissed his cheek close enough for him to feel her breath.

Woman : See ? Wasn't that intimate ?

The man fell to the ground, limp, his expansive suit stained in his own blood, the dagger in his heart.

Did you just witness a murder ??