Groggy weak and confused, your vision begins to clear and you see an oddly familiar woman before you. Everything is a blur. Didn't you go out on a mission last night? How did you end up here? The familiar face seems to be helpful friend. She begins to aid you in your struggle to remember all the details. As the night unfolds from her tempting lips, your heart beats and your mind remains cloudy. How much fun did you two have? She admits you indulged quite heavily but she was happy to see you relax for a change. Everything seems innocent at first, but a sense of dread and confusion creeps in. Surely this spy is who she says she is right? A wickedness emerges in her tone. The dread increases. She is no friend of your secret agency. The smug femme fatale takes her time watching you squirm with panic as she informs you of your predicament. She got everything she wanted from you and more - and she has no intention of letting you go.
