She was beautiful. Which was unsurprising considering it was her job.
And beauty like that didn’t come cheap.
Her face had been entirely remodeled to be completely symmetrical. The first look lasted, because no one was quite sure what was so unnerving. That ensured they kept looking, allowing them to really appreciate the eyes – multihued keying off emotional state – or the bee sting lips – full and slightly pouty.
Her hair was an integrated SmartHair(TM) system. Fully programable nanohair that made colour, and style, changes easy. The only thing it couldn’t do was grow at will. As such, she had been careful to take jobs that allowed her to keep her hair long.
Her body was classic hourglass. Her breasts, naturally full, were lifted to an almost gravity defying swell. Her buttocks were shaped to give them a fuller, firmer look, and feel…
Today she wore a black, half-corset over a crisp white shirt. Her pants were so tight they could have been painted on (and many stared to find out if they were). Her hair was pitch black and sat at shoulder length. The whole dominatrix effect was finished off with knee high boots, scarlet lipstick and a riding crop.
She strode through the Restaurant District dragging eyes with her. Those closest got to experience her crowning glory. She had been glanded so she could secrete pheromones at will. The scent she was giving off today was chemically engineered to keep attention but ensure that everyone would forget her 2 minutes from the last sniff.
She was paid to be noticed, and paid exceptionally well for it.
Which is how the team of assassins managed slip into the Giani Family’s restaurant in broad daylight, and execute the lot of them without a single witness.
