<div class="floatleft">(http://i49.tinypic.com/f43dok.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Nikita Stack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Château's main entrance</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Maria von Trapp</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Being a smug bitch.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Her research had fed Nikita information about how Tisha had changed as far as her visual appearance and tastes went in recent times. Upon receiving the message from Maria she quickly responded back a polite "Thank you" as the car moved further in through the vast net of security that was guarding the castle which the estate was. The vehicle roared and came to a halt in front of the doorsteps with a screech. That, was when Nikita had her first view of the prodigious talent Dr. Maria von Trapp in person. She had seen countless images, endless hours of video footage amongst numerous other things in preparation for this mission. She knew every shred of information about her there was to have in public and in several cases even private domains, all of it a mere nanosecond away from her to be commanded if need be and yet when she saw her for the first time, she couldn't feel but wonder just how much the bitch looked like a random pornographic actress one could find in a simstim, ready to do their bidding for any kinky wish they might have.<br/><br/>Maybe in due time she would have Maria do all those things for her and so much more. Maybe she would become her plaything once the necessary deeds were done. To her, Maria was yet another commodity in this overly artificial, commercialized world they lived in where everything was for sell.<em>Everything</em>. And if someone wanted this specific product, a truly one of a kind to be retrieved for their own purposes and pay her handsome money for that? Then so be it. She opened the door and climbed out of the car with a polite smile and waved at Maria.<br/><br/>"Good day Miss von Trapp. It is an honor to be even walking through the gates of the château!" Imitation, perfect. Voice levels matched just fine so was the poise and mannerisms. Nikita had the habit of self analyzing again and again to make the illusion more and more convincing. The perfectionist inside always awake.