<span style="color: darkorange">"Well, of course I am... that is assassin's secret number three hundred and sixty two... men are incapable of looking at you as both desirable and dangerous at the same time..."</span><br/><br/><i>She chuckles softly and offers the man a playful wink as he gets off of her, answering his quip about hitting on him in public with an equally ambivalent</i><span style="color: darkorange">"So, then, you would prefer that I hit on you in private then?"</span><br/><br/><i>She reached over and placed one gloved hand on her shoulder and forcefully wrenched it around, stretching the ache out of it with a soft grunt and rotating it several times while the other person continued speaking.  She stopped moving it and her eyes narrowed into a dangerous glower as the man, jokingly or not, mocks her underwear.  She stayed silent for several long seconds, considering how to respond most appropriately to the slander, and then she allows a sly smile to shimmer across her lips.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"Mrmmm... I apologize that they were not to your liking, I shall endeavor to do better."</span><i>She breathes, before reaching down and pulling her skirt slightly up so she could hook her thumbs beneath the band at the edge of her undergarmets, pulling the satin cloth slowly down her legs and bending over, though not giving Zephyr any sort of view since she faced him the entire time.  Eventually, she works the fabric down and demurely steps out of them, holding them forward and placing them in his hand.</i><span style="color: darkorange">"A token of my regret.<br/>
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"So... shall you be showing them to some others?  Do refer to me as Mistress Jade, as simply saying Mistress may grant the wrong idea."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>