Charisma<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Zero<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stairs<br/><br/>With her boyfriend lingering near the stairs, Charisma remains by his side, or more correctly pulled up against it.  The line of her body is up against his, with one of her long legs raised to the knee and her crotch pressed into his masculine side.  A hand moves unsubtly beneath the micro skirt of her clubbing dress.  The man holds the angel's wings, keeping them from being an obstruction for others, and keeping her all to himself.<br/><br/>Charisma frowns at Zero's words.  She doesn't like thinking about work while partying, and the idea of helping more talented people pluck bullets and worse out of these stupid thugs isn't a pleasant one.  Still, slumming it here and surrounding herself with these monsters did make her wet.  Maybe someone was about to get stabbed, or maybe their would be a huge brawl.  Either way Zero would protect her, or he wouldn't and she would need to find a new man.<br/><br/>"Awww..." Charisma whimpers in disappointment when Zero stops rubbing her pussy.  She puts her leg down and takes a look around, her first in some time.  She doesn't need to stay alert, she just needs to get ready to hit the deck when the volume of the place changes to one of violence.