<div class="floatleft">(https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/hrMda9kMGJJaDBDy6WbG_oUGrCW1jWhavPgzWLHxy-A/%3Fwidth%3D418%26height%3D592/https/media.discordapp.net/attachments/454145210822164480/749468948575027200/image0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Jimenez<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:20 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black District, Club Zodiac (Inside)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory, Nerissa, Open to the Others<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Little Black Dress, Messenger Bag<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Mallory arrived, Lily was already hard at work. She had been working it for about ten minutes, doing her best to look tempting as she drank ginger ale and did things with the stem of the cherry recently placed inside that defied both belief and propriety. But that was just the side show. With her well-practiced feigned innocence, she excused herself to the restroom. On her way, she brushed by Mallory, a cheeky clicking of her jaw serving as something of a check-in. So that they knew each other without anyone else suspecting that they knew each other well. But could allow themselves to dream.<br/><br/>It was halfway in that she dropped her bag in a stupor that only ginger ale and acting skills could give one. Lily made a few unlady comments as she bent down to reach for her bag, demonstrating all too well how short her little black dress was, and that she had chosen black panties for the evening. But the dress and panties were more than just bait, they were camouflage. Because everyone looking at Lily's badonkadonk were not looking at the small black mechanical crawlies escaping her bag in the other direction.<br/><br/>Crawlies was was Lily called them, and crawl was what they did. Programmed to travel to avoid light towards specified targets defined in the blueprints of the club, they made their way quietly towards the several cameras placed throughout the establishment and merrily yet inconspicuously hooked themselves on top. Once there, they would convey Annie and Lily's magical touch to each and override whatever control mechanisms the Club may have placed upon them.<br/><br/>Which was quite a lot: Lily had made a test run; what she called tickling the cyberdefenses here earlier to find that whoever had designed them was no slouch. She had adjusted accordingly, and had made her way quickly to the little girls' room and the nearest stall to ensure that she could consult with Annie in peace. A quick checked showed that all was copacetic so far. Calling through the comms back to the van, she squealed, "Oh, my little baby cousins are so cute! They're crawling now! Did you get the pics, Sweetie? Aren't they just adorable?"