<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice couldn't imagine for how long she had slept after the first nine hours. She just felt like in a haze when her body, almost out of pure instinct, made her sit up, eyes still closed.<br/><br/>Peter's voice made her eyes open and Alice looked around for him. It took her a while to turn her brain on again and remember where she was. Peter's words had sunk in her conscience way before she noticed, it, though, and Alice held out one arm, lifting her middle finger. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Fuck you"</span>, she muttered, then rubbing her hands on her face.<br/><br/>After she felt secure enough to stand up, Alice went to the chair, not bothering to cover herself. Peter had already seen all there was to be seen, after all. <br/><br/>Picking up her clothes, Alice got dressed, not without a few moans when her muscles felt sore. Once dressed, Alice tried to make her hair more presentable and stretched her body with a groan, before crossing the door to the other room. Before even looking around, the policewoman crossed her eyes. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I hope you have gotten a good look, you might never see it all again."</span><br/><br/>After this grumpy remark, Alice showed a bright smile. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Should I worry about naked pictures of me circulating on the black market?"</span></div>