You've been tracking an assassin for years, but you haven't exactly pinpointed how they claim their victims. After months of being undercover and following a trail of evidence, you find yourself compromised. You've been knocked down and taken, waking only once you've been transported to what appears to be the assassin's lair. To your surprise, the assassin is a woman. She stands before you in a skin-tight shiny red bodysuit you know that this is the last sight you will ever enjoy, this side of the grave. She explains exactly how she claims her victims, but you know that the price of knowing is to be next in the long line of victims. She begins to tease you with her body, knowing that soon you will be begging to meet your demise, just like so many others. Her perfect shiny ass descends upon your face, and she seems to enjoy your suffering before everything goes black.
