The Great Fried Chicken Heist

[CaptainL]

Sachiko knew exactly where Skylar's eyes were going. And, frankly, she didn't blame her. She knew she was hot, and she was just as willing to use that to her advantage as much as her physical prowess or her ruthlessness if it came to that. Feeling the brunette's gaze, she turned back around to meet her with a smirk that grew even wider as she leaned closer, not too subtly flashing some cleavage in Skylar's direction. "Hmm? Somethin' on your mind, hon?~"

Skylar's reaction was almost too good; Sachiko wished that she could see the look on her own face. A part of her was tempted to break out into a snicker, but she was trying to be seductive, and that would've killed the mood. There was a time and place for that, and it wasn't now, when Sachiko was convinced she might have a chance of swaying Skylar to share the couch with her.

Nevertheless, Sky wasn't interested. Or, at least, she didn't think she was. Sachiko shrugged nonetheless as Skylar offered to give her a blanket. "Yeah, yeah. Sounds good." She quickly dropped down on the couch with a tud; she let out a sigh as she deflated against the cushions, propping her head up with her hands behind it. Soon, her host returned with a blanket and a pillow, which she was happy to accept. "Thanks again," she said, nestling into the pillow as she pulled the blanket up closer to her chin. "You really are a life-saver..."

As the lights dimmed and Skylar returned to her room, Sachiko soon drifted off to sleep on her couch. Today had certainly been a big day, but Sachiko didn't regret a single moment of it. She could tell this was only the beginning.