<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;">(https://fitnudegirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/20jpzyf955w61.jpg)</div></div>Athena Georgiadis - better known on the job as Tyche - was a lucky woman most days, and certainly lucky enough to earn her the pseudonym of an ancient Greek Goddess of Luck and Fortune. In her early thirties she was practically an olive-skinned amazon; amazingly naturally beautiful, phenomenally physically fit and adept, and particularly magically adept. She'd managed to secure a lovely house in North Austin, Texas, CAS, which she shared with her even more lovely live-in 'girl'friend that she loved to dote upon, and the two of them were quite happy and safe despite the nearby 'border crisis' with Aztlan along the Colorado River. She'd been banned from every gambling establishment in the entire Austin region - and much of the Dallas-Fort Worth metro as well - because of her impeccable skill at (physical) card games, which was in part how she managed to finance her current living situation and equipments.<br/><br/>Yet despite all of her seemingly supernatural levels of luck, Athena found herself sighing as her client - Mr. Barlow - explained the request she'd been provided by her mysterious fixer RSGAlex. She really wasn't sure if the man was asking for a negotiator or an enforcer here, and in the latter she was not exactly the sort of 'muscle' that liked to get in people's faces, and for the former she may have been a licensed escort but for any big jobs she usually let a specialist do that sort of thing. Even so, her fixer had INSISTED she was a good fit for this mission, and well he hadn't led her wrong thus far.<br/><br/>Athena was seated across from Mr. Barlow as he explained, posture impeccable with her legs together, slightly tucked under her seat, with her toes pointed, elbows to her sides emphasizing her more-than-modest bosom, with her hands in front deftly flitting through a deck of cards with her dextrous fingers. Today, her butt-length hair was loose - she hadn't felt like doing it up today - and her lips were slightly pursed following her sigh. Starting from the bottom and working her way up, she was wearing one of her favorite pairs of ultralights, leading up to her low-rise capri-cut 'compression pants' that were practically painted on (and did nothing to conceal her heart-shaped ass and shapely, large cameltoe), then up to her cropped, sleeveless, raglan-cut fitted front-zip top (with front-zip sports bra on underneath), and a high-collar cropped 3/4-sleeve jacket. All of her outfit was electrochromatic and programmed to one of the pre-programmed skin-and-hair-flattering pattern her wifey thought would look good on her today...<br/><br/>...because if the fact that she was 'maintaining eye contact' with her eyes closed, and the deck of cards had the slightest of tactile markings weren't enough of an indicator: Athena Georgiadis - like the goddess whose moniker she uses - was completely blind. Which explains why when the... waitress? Assistant? Whomever it was bringing the food to them, whenever THAT person entered the room with the tray, Athena didn't bother to turn her head to see them, yet-<br/><br/>"Adobo... pork... nixtamalized corn... real tacos al pastor?" Athena's voice was low, mature, and quiet, with a distinct southern twang (she WAS from Athens, Georgia after all), and the scent ultimately brought a polite smile back to her face. "No guac though, which is fair."<br/><br/>She didn't go for the food yet however, instead drew one last card after a quick shuffle. Five of Hearts... not a 'good' card, but the number 5 had been a lucky number for her often enough. Perhaps that would bode well, she thought as she tucked the deck into an inside pocket of her jacket. Athena moved then to bring her hands together in her lap, retaining her composure.<br/><br/>"Now, Mr. Barlow, thank you for explaining the predicament you find yourself in, but three things come to mind however," Athena begins calmly. "First I'd like clarification: just how literal of a 'black eye' are you asking for, particularly given one of the men appears to be a security officer with assassin drones? Second, I noticed that you hesitated when referencing 'work' a second time; exactly what did you mean by 'work' in that instance?<br/><br/>"Third, I don't believe I heard mention of payment, and I do insist we sort out the numbers before I begin addressing the problem directly," Athena moved then to locate her plate, running her finger across the table, then tracing the face of the plate until she found the first taco, and from there it was like anyone else eating. "Mmm... nice, traditional tacos..."