Hanzo lowered his phone and smiled, running a hand over his chin, fighting the urge to let loose some kind of supervillain laugh of satisfaction. There had never been a thought in his head of doubt that his little girl was more than capable of executing their plan successfully, but really, things had gone beyond either of their hopes. Not only did it seem that little Maria Stromberg was even more desperate for companionship and affection than first thought, she was also particularly susceptible to the aphrodisiac the clan used for its operations.
Despite his best efforts, he still had to chuckle, mind already starting to anticipate the beginning of this last act of the plan. Half an hour later, the first of the pictures arrived in his messages, and whet Hanzo's appetite even more. Abel had told him what a shy, retiring girl Maria had been at their first meeting, and there she was, dressed in a spectacularly sexy outfit and happily kissing her best friend... and did he spot a hesitant touch on Abel's breast in that last picture?
The code he and Abel had worked out communicated everything perfectly. He phoned the club the girls would be heading for and arranged for them to have no trouble getting in despite being underage, and ensured that security would discreetly keep them from getting approached by the more dangerous men they were sure to attract-- not that Abel would have a problem with such attentions on her own, but she had a cover to maintain. Lastly, he ordered a private VIP room prepared for him, with strict instructions that he and whoever his guests might be were not to be disturbed.
Finally, he got dressed-- a perfectly tailored suit disguising the warrior's frame beneath, shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at his tattoos. Hanzo opted to drive himself, fingers drumming on the steering wheel in anticipation. The club valet nearly tripped over himself seeing who he was, and bowed deeply over and over. He stepped inside, immediately engulfed by the pulsing lights and pounding bass of the music, and began to scan the room.
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Date: 2021-02-02 07:03 pm (UTC)Despite his best efforts, he still had to chuckle, mind already starting to anticipate the beginning of this last act of the plan. Half an hour later, the first of the pictures arrived in his messages, and whet Hanzo's appetite even more. Abel had told him what a shy, retiring girl Maria had been at their first meeting, and there she was, dressed in a spectacularly sexy outfit and happily kissing her best friend... and did he spot a hesitant touch on Abel's breast in that last picture?
The code he and Abel had worked out communicated everything perfectly. He phoned the club the girls would be heading for and arranged for them to have no trouble getting in despite being underage, and ensured that security would discreetly keep them from getting approached by the more dangerous men they were sure to attract-- not that Abel would have a problem with such attentions on her own, but she had a cover to maintain. Lastly, he ordered a private VIP room prepared for him, with strict instructions that he and whoever his guests might be were not to be disturbed.
Finally, he got dressed-- a perfectly tailored suit disguising the warrior's frame beneath, shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at his tattoos. Hanzo opted to drive himself, fingers drumming on the steering wheel in anticipation. The club valet nearly tripped over himself seeing who he was, and bowed deeply over and over. He stepped inside, immediately engulfed by the pulsing lights and pounding bass of the music, and began to scan the room.