Thread: A Simple Infiltration {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

I'm not wearing that, said the beautiful woman as the trainer held out the supposed outfit she'd need to put on to begin her training. The lithe, dangerously beautiful woman folded her arms over her chest, pressing the official Scion uniform tightly to her well built frame. Her grey eyes narrowed to almost deadly slits, while she let the tendrils of her mind just course forward. Did women really wear such clothing simply for training? The answer was yes. Of course it was yes. This backwater planet had... no, no, she couldn't think of it like that. She was a representative of not just her government, but all the governments. The Alliance had brought together several disparate worlds, and this one just happened to be one of the newer ones to be included into the fold. Apparently it had been a... silent partner for several decades, perhaps even further. Everyone knew the world's major export, everyone knew what the planet specialized in producing... pleasure companions. Whores, courtesans, trophy wives, if you wanted the best, you got one from here. Some people even sent their daughters and wives here for training, and idea that struck the agent as particularly abhorrent. Though... though not a single woman who had undergone the training complained. They seemed to almost... revel in it. As if they had signed on themselves. Rumor had it a few had. The agent looked back at the strange gathering of cloth. What even... why would she wear something like that? She wanted the training, sure, to complete her mission. It was a relatively simple mission, but complex in its... intricacies. Send a trained operative into the pleasure dens to locate some stolen tech. Illegal alliance hardware had been circulating through the planet. They needed to send someone in. Someone young. Someone beautiful. Enter Callona Del Roy, recent graduate at the top of her class. Calli wasn't just good she was the best in her school. She'd earned top marks and succeeded at every test. She'd not only passed her expert level training mission, but aced it. Her psychic abilities were on par with elders, and she was barely out of her teens. Add on the striking appearance leanly muscular, like most agents, with tightness everywhere that counted, and Calli made a perfect selection. She'd landed barely a day ago, barely had time to adjust to the new clime, the new food, the odd language her powers helped there she could automatically learn languages after a day or two of exposure she had nearly perfected it now. She could recall the ambassador's gaze as he swept her, as they talked over the mission, as they'd agreed that... training would be necessary. Small problem I don't see why an outfit is necessary, Calli insisted, waving toward the scraps of cloth. Can't I undergo the training without such... accouterments? It seems... unnecessary and time consuming, like her stalling, but Calli still frowned, plump lips turning downward. The outfit would surely emphasis her breasts, her one failing as an agent just a hair too big for her lean frame, just a hair too... noticeable. She shifted her crossed arms again, feeling those nagging girlish insecurities chipping away at her.