<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/><br/>Kacy leaned in with a grin, her interest perked by the sadistic torture of the young woman. "Well, isn't that a shame" she said in a tone of voice indicating it was anything but. She looked the screaming girl over with a hungry glint in her eyes, then leaned back into her chair. "Still, as much as I enjoy a good show, I hope this is about more than her refusing to take off her panties. I'm not opposed to stripping down on occasion, but it's not usually a requirement in my line of work. What's the angle here, and what did go-go boots over there do to get on your bad side? If you just want folks willing to discard their undies, you could have done it a lot cheaper."<br/><br/>Kacy reluctantly pulled her eyes from the screaming woman on the ground, looking over Niki and Anne warily. Despite her relaxed manner, any professional could have spotted the the tension in the woman, the carefully nonchalant placement of her hand near the butt of her gun. "Don't take this as me being squeamish - I'll happily put each of those knives into her body in whatever order you like. Hell, it sounds like a good time. Shows you mean business, and that's fine by me. But people getting shot right off, it makes a girl nervous. I'd like to know how I can avoid a similar predicament."