❝ then she bent it for me sideways, I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah. ❞
- ohmami by chase atlantic ——————— ASTONIA'S POV: BIMIL HQ
We had made our way to a large elevator looking door, a keypad and scanner beside it.
"Go on, Astonia. It's already got your eye identification downloaded on there," Gemma spoke as we stood there, silent. I looked back at her with furrowed brows, and glanced at Jenna who wore an impatient look.
"Yeah, come on, Astonia," Jenna mocked, a hint of jealousy and annoyance in her tone. I gave her a deadpan look before walking towards the scanner, bending down to the height of the scanner as it began to scan my eyeball using its rays. The doors then opened to reveal the room. It looked an awful lot like a locker room at a school, except there are actually weapons in the lockers and not books.
"Holy mother of God," I muttered under my breath, taking in the strong smell of luxury coming from the room.
"Hurry your horses, we don't have all night," Jenna hissed, walking past me and snatching her outfit off of the cushioned seat. I thanked Gemma before she shut the door behind me, sighing. This is going to be a long, shitty night.
I walked over to where Jenna had picked up her disguise from, lingering my eyes over the dress I was opted to wear by my parents. I groaned and picked it up, staring it down as I walked to the changing rooms and swapped my original outfit to the dress that was definitely night club worthy.
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^ Astonia's outfit (like this but the dress is slightly longer)
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^ Jenna's outfit ———————
I slipped on the heels that were similar to the ones Gemma was wearing, and even added the leather jacket I previously wore to help with the coldness of Vancouver during November. I clicked my way out of the changing room with my heels, grabbing a bag from the shelf that had an awful good selection. I heard a set of curtains slide open, and out came Agent Ortega in her semi-transparent dress and a large leather overcoat to match. She wore platform heels to tie the whole outfit together, and even put her hair down.
