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Killjoy is infamous. She is the best at her job. Known for her dangerous intellect and even more dangerous inventions, it is no surprise that people of nobility often try to seek her out. What is a surprise, however, is for them to actually find her.
Now, sitting on a fancy settee, with its mahogany and maroon silks adorned with gold, KJ analyzes the older woman calmly drinking her tea away in front of her. The noon light streaming in from the floor to ceiling window on KJ’s left side illuminates the noble lady’s form.
Lounging back on her own settee, with her legs crossed and her black silk covered hands holding onto a teacup and its saucer, the woman would have intimidated any lesser person. As it was, even KJ can feel her instincts scream danger at her. With KJ’s particular set of skills, its been a long time since anyone posed a danger to her that way. Though, she thinks as she glances at the woman’s decolletage, a danger she is indeed. Dark green dress clings to the lady’s form from shoulder to thighs, fancy in its simplicity. Not dissimilar to the black pumps decorating her feet.
A soft clink of glass draws Killjoy’s attention as the woman leans forward to place her tea on the sole other furniture in the room. With only a low-lying mahogany table between them, KJ has quite the freedom to observe Sabine, the Duchess of Dubrovnik, a known figure of the high society. Her elegance, her class. So much different from KJ’s own self. Wearing ankle boots, dark pants and white shirt with its sleeves folded up to her elbow, the difference stands out even starker.
“Your job,” acid green eyes stares into her glasses covered hazel ones, “would be to chase away those disgusting old fools off my back.”
Lounging back and spreading her arms wide, “You chased me down to scare off some saggy bags of skin? What a disappointing use of that mind, Duchess.” Grinning at the other woman, KJ leans back against the soft satin of the settee, swinging her right arm over the backrest as she crosses her legs. “Is that really all you need?”
Remaining quiet at her casual breach of manner, the Duchess stares at KJ for few intense seconds before she slowly stands. Sabine walked towards the window to her right before she stood still in front of it, gazing down the landscape of Dubrovnik visible from there, “You will be given all you need.” Turning around to face the mercenary, “All the money,” silent clicking of heels can be heard as Sabine approaches her, “All the tools, servants.” The sound stopped as Sabine stands in front of Killjoy, looking down on her. KJ’s mouth twitches up as she holds the lady’s stare. “The status.” Slowly, Sabine’s left hand reaches up to snatch KJ’s chin, “I want to see them beg.” The words were practically hissed to her face. A sudden grin blooms on the mercenary’s face, the only warning the Duchess gets before her left wrist is being grabbed, pulled harshly onto Killjoy’s lap. This time it is Killjoy’s hands on her face, tilting her chin to meet the other woman’s stare, acid green eyes widening at the sudden change of position.
“Much better,” letting go of Sabine’s wrist, KJ loops her freed arm around the woman now on her lap, “my dear schlange.” Killjoy’s lips descended on Sabine’s.