Female Hitman

From Create Your Own Story

You wake up, opening your eyes, before slipping out of bed. The first rays of the early morning sun shine through your thirteenth-floor window in a New York apartment. Every single day you wake up at the exact same time; when you stop being able to do such, you'll know you are loosing your edge.

It feels relaxing to sleep in the nude; it is one of the few comforts you afford yourself. And besides, if someone broke in, you wouldn't want to trip over your own skirts while trying to take them out, would you? Even a pair of pants would restrict your movement too much.

Still, you haven't lost your edge yet. The three front door locks are still in place. The windows are still welded shut with bulletproof glass. The single lock of hair is still in place at every inside door. You breathe a sigh of relief.

A quick breakfast of milk and cornflakes is consumed. You step into the bathroom, before combing your long auburn hair. At only twenty four, you are a rising star in the bloody business. You run a brief hand over a generously sized breast, before getting to work and shaving your pussy.

There is a knock at the door. Three times quickly, twice slowly, repeat. It's the signal, but you still check the keyhole to make sure. You see the seal of Argus, your agency. Do you

|(Female Hitman) Open the door while standing naked||

|(Female Hitman) Throw on a bathrobe before opening the door||