Helena had known it, but to hear him say it still made her stomach twist.  It might all be acting, but he was still letting those bastards live out their power fantasies.  Plus, well, she didn't believe him.  This place was not on the level.  She was certain of it.  The women were victims, the villains up to no good.<br/><br/>"How did you go about hiring supervillains?"  She asked, genuinely curious not just from a investigative standpoint.  They generally weren't easy to find.  "How can you trust them?  Aren't they, evil?"  She stood up in response to his question, not missing that it had followed so closely after the direction to sit.  Was he testing obedience and compliance?  "How much do you pay?"  She asked, almost as an afterthought.<br/><br/>She still hadn't noticed his attempts to invade her mind, though her focus, nervousness, and training helped her shrug off the questing tendrils.  She stood for a moment, unsure what exactly he was looking for, then with a shrug turned in a small quasi-pirouette that lifted her skirt just enough to see the upper bands of her stockings.<br/><br/><br/>At 2018-09-21 17:32:52, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124933)