“And how do you know I’m a common harlot when you’ve hardly even looked at me?” [i]She said, again offering a seductive smirk.[/i] “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? So often times you’re wrong... and in your case, you’re very wrong. I have no master. [i]I’m looking for one.[/i]” [i]She whispered.[/i] “Killers aren’t useful without reason... without guidance... I’m sure you’re well aware.” [i]There was more than just an innocence in her looks and smile. There was a dripping venom and something very off about the way she spoke of killers. The implications of her past were made clear. She was no common harlot. She’d been an assassin, and judging from her well-maneuvered cover and her looks, she was very good at playing people, getting them vulnerable, and doing her job.[/i]