Shadow Of The Prey

CH1. Recon.

A hand on the doorman's open palm, my legs leisurely exit the car first.
My limbs move with no hesitation—swift but slowed as if I'm in no rush. With the light click of my heels meeting the pavement, I step out elegant and mannered just as the agency taught.

Expressions of those around don't go unnoticed—even the subtlest the gazes—the brief glances, the tension in the bystanders brows as they try to hide a look of awe, solidifies the approach I've decided.
Elise Barrington subtly allures those around. Her presence is soft and delicate, yet once in sight, she ensnares gazing eyes.

Light honey-brown hair that's curled and styled into a messy updo, with my bangs framing my face to accentuate the soft curve of my jaw and neck—accented by simple pearl earrings. Dark muted rose lipstick that's vibrant enough to draw attention, yet subtle enough to hide provocative intention that harsh colored lipstick can insinuate. My eyeshadow a subdued nude tone, with a light pearl shadow that highlights my waterline to create the appearance of innocence and undertone of reserved sultriness—making anyone curiously drawn.

The black charmeuse gown hugs the curves of my body—with slits in the skirt that extend to reveal the upper portion of my thighs. The halter bodice held up by a bow around my neck, and an open back covered with draped pearls. Black heels accented with large black ribbons that match the sheer black gloves—and the prop that'll aid as an excuse for my exit—a black handheld satin mask.

One glance of Elise Barrington is more than enough to capture the mind of anyone. A woman of high class that isn't gaudy or desperate for attention, a woman who radiates the air of a fragile exposed animal yet has a fierce strength underneath—never to be caught or hunted.

Elise Barrington, the woman who should only be worshipped, the woman of mystery who's full of complex secrets, and the woman who's ignorant to how radiant she is.
Yet nobody will know that Elise Barrington—who holds a vast ocean of mystery—is simply a ruse. That the abyss of her mysteries, is only as deep as a layer of makeup and act.

Pacing my steps, I walk up the staircase to the casino—designed as if a palace. The trace of it being a casino, nowhere in sight; guests dressed in formal evening wear, and the workers in pressed tuxedos. Vibrant neon lights outside normal casinos I've seen are non-existent—it'd be insulting to the architecture and grandeur if they were placed. Merely the engraved gold plated plaques on the entry stone staircase indicates what this place is—'Pandora Casino'.

Entering the main doors, the welcoming staff stop to gaze upon me.
Giving a curious look around the lobby I meet eyes with a group of workers. Among them, one approaches as he bows his head, maintaining his composure. The worker's subtle expression, seemingly stunned at the beauty ahead of him. His ears slightly changing into a subtle shade of pink from nervousness, and his Adam's apple moving slightly as he gulps trying to keep calm.

"Good evening, Madam." He politely speaks.
"Good evening." I reply, my lips forming into a gentle, captivating smile.
"Do you need any assistance?"
"If it's not a bother." Sliding out an envelope from my clutch, I show him the card as an airy composed sigh rolls off my lips, "Oh dear... A friend of mine invited me, but I can't seem to get in touch with her."

Pandora has many different amenities. Games of chance spread throughout the casino, private rooms on reserve, and lounges that provide different entertainment.
The top of my invitation stamped with a title of Red Jade—the casino's most exclusive lounge for invited members only. A secluded lounge made as a private oasis for the target and his acquaintances. According to the files, they always frequent the lounge on the weekends.

The worker reads the card addressed to Elise Barrington, guest of Meredith Caine. Taking the invitation in one hand, the worker nods before holding out his other.