The old-fashioned revolver's ivory handle looked cartoonishly big in her hand. Even so, her latest target dared not laugh; small as she was, the glitzy-furred alien was the Queenpin of the local mafia, and she liked to interrogate people herself. The events of how he had ben lured to this secluded city rooftop by the small sultry creature replayed over and over in his mind, like a broken record; how she had seemed so sweet, so friendly, the scar running down the right side of her face the only sinister looking thing about her.

But now he was here, on an empty rooftop, tied to a chair, surrounded by her (considerably larger) henchmen. Her expression now was cold, emotionless. Where she had hidden the large pistol on her small person would be a question that would haunt him until the end of his life.

Luckily for him-- or perhaps unluckily-- his life lasted only for another 20 minutes. Once she had the information she needed, she went back on her promise to release him and shot him on the spot.

She gazed coldly at the mess before her, the chair and it's inhabitant thoroughly covered in crimson. Without turning to her henchmen she spoke, "Start cleaning up this mess before the cops get here. And one of you fetch me my coat, the seal fur one; this dress is much too revealing to be wearing in October."

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 defiance is doing a Halloween Challenge: Draw Your Character Evil! And so in an alternate reality, Lunari became a mafia boss/Bond villainess. On that note, I've discovered a weird phenomenon: Lunari gets sexier when she puts clothes on. How does that even work???

Song for this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxJrjV4PNXA