Alexia wasn't so much a woman of the night but more of a goddess of the dark. She could blend in anywhere with anyone and you'd never know who she was which was what made her the perfect detective for the police. If she needed to go undercover then you'd never suspect her. She'd also perform any tasks necessary in order to complete her assignments and make sure the city was a safer place rather than the hellhole it was at the moment. However despite her recent works, the city was doomed to fall. It was like the Roman Empire, its rapid expansion of an already limited civilisation had its downfall written in the stars. Not that anyone could see the downfall coming, the bright lights of the city and the blatant sin surrounding them had blinded the people of the city into soulless parasite infested sinners.<br/><br/>The city was near enough on breaking point. Drugs, solicitation, thievery, assualt and even murder were at an all time high. Not to mention the city was hiding a dirty little secret that no one wanted to talk about, the fact that human trafficking was going on right beneath everyone's noses. Women were being kidnapped and sold as slaves and no one seemed to care, if anything they embraced the slavery. Hundreds of slaves were being bought and sold every month, politicians too corrupt to care, police too scared to intervene. A few stood strong but they were mainly killed or forced into slavery themselves. The highest brass within the police force new something needed to be done but no one dare do it, apart from one, Alexia Swifthart<br/><br/>Alexia had seen both her parents murdered infront of her very own eyes when she was younger. Forced into an orphanage and forced to watch her parents murderer walk free, she vowed to make a change to this god forsaken city. She studied and worked hard, excelling in university, college and at the police academy. She put all her time and effort into making herself the best she possibly could be. However it came at a price. She had no family, no friends, no social life, her job was the only thing going for her. She didn't believe in always using violence though she used it wherever necessary. She believed people deserved a second chance though this human trafficking was one step too far.<br/><br/>She received orders to infilitrate the ring of human traffickers by any means necessary in order to get as much information as possible to shut it down. Alexia had a very well built body, she had fairly large breasts and a perfectly curved body. Her face was clean but well defined. She had deep blue eyes that were quite big and easy enough in combination with her voice and body to entice any man. This would be perfect for seducing men to get any intel she needed. She was also strong enough to fight anyone so if any man tried to make any advances then she had the willpower and strength to fight back. Deep down though she was kind, sensitive and very caring. Always trying to help someone out. She never considered having friends but if she did help you, it meant she liked you and Alexia was always worth having around.<br/><br/>She had an informant to meet with today so she could get into the trafficking ring and start to make her moves. She always dressed quite seductively in an aid to help her cause though she never gave anyone nothing and she was never going to give something to an informant. She hated them, they were almost as bad as those involved since they were partaking in this illegal activity to earn money. You could tell Alexia always tried to uphold the law and was fond of it.<br/><br/>She got herself ready that night. She put on a tight black turtnleck top, a tight black short pencil skirt with black stockings and suspenders underneath before she put a long black almost trench coat over the top to keep her warm. She wore some black high heeled boots too and she let jet black hair flow naturally; a true dark temptress. She looked sexy but mysterious, you wouldn't see her thanks to her all black unless she wanted you to notice her but when she did, you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes or even hands off her.<br/><br/>She knew exactly where the informant would be thanks to tracing his signal. She headed out that night into the city of sin to the alleyway where he was lurking. "How original, an alleyway for an informant" she thought to herself. "A humble dwelling for the vile no doubt" she added to her thoughts. She saw the figure and walked over to him. Her initial impressions were quite stunned. He looked a little too clean to be involved in this business, a prince shouldn't be dwelling with that of slaves. She put her hands in her pocket and said in a dark tone almost trying to look down on him "What's the rate this time then? More because it's more dangerous? Or more because you need to fill another addiction? Or perhaps a slave for you to fill another hole hmm?" She hated informants but what would they do. She was paying them anyway. She didn't have to like them.