Ianthe slid into the front seat of the Runner alongside Vladsti, trepidation starting to weigh on her. This was wrong, this was filthy, this was something that good girls just didn't<i>do</i>... but, she reminded herself, it was necessary, and on the long list of things that excluded her from the normal "good girl" profile, getting cooperation from a contact in exchange for a blowjob was probably pretty far behind murder for hire.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"You'll get the credits when I'm satisfied with your analysis,"</span>she answered him, softly, her gaze sliding to his lap as if to ascertain what she'd gotten herself into.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>