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From one day to the next, she must have left an impression. Be it her digital prowess or in-person aura, she had the joy of getting some meet with a man that was lightyears more famous than she dreamed of being: Martin del Mar. Little need be explained to see he was another mafioso of the crime syndicate; with all the power, money, and fame that came with being a well-known man among the internet and the region. With that influence alone, he could have a say in about anything but to know he was on her side was a relief she didn't know held a weight over her. [break][break]

The two had gone over the mission of the day in private, disclosing exact behaviors of their prey in one of the warehouses owned by Mars. The bounty was more of a test of how convincing of a performance she could convey for her senior to take the helm. Sio-Ko liked to think she could pull something as infantile as that with minimal slip-ups. She wore a cute, dark colored dress; its long sleeves were filled with refined wool from Mareep (minus the electric part). The skirt looked as if it were the bottoms of black overalls, decaled with little chains and patches of mushrooms, Morelull and Shiinotic all on it. As performed in dress rehearsal, Gisbert the Eevee and Bibi the Stufful bolted playfully down the sidewalk, weaving through the former Rocket member's legs.[break][break]

As hoped, he melted to play with the little pokemon, even complimenting Sio-Ko's little gentleman on his icy blue bowtie. He dubbed the vulpine as "The Pink Princess' Butler", the princess pretending to be shy. This was her cue. With a few squirts of water from a perfume-intended bottle, Lophunny hypes herself up and gets her breathing to where it could convince anyone she had been through hell and back. "P-Please! Sir! Grab my pokemon!" She whines, leaning against the wall of the warehouse to take her sore feet out of the spiky platform boots.[break][break]

Seeing such a babe in distress, the rat's gawking glare looses track of Bibi and Gisbert who are already taking off. The former mafioso jolts back to reality, gaining ground on the tiny tykes in no time. However, what he must have forgotten - or simply not have known - about Stufful is that they don't tolerate Stranger Danger. Bibi cries in fear as she rolls onto her back, flailing to get the stranger away. The distinguishable sound of bones cracking and a rat screaming in agony brought a cruel grin on the model's face. Bibi had struck the stranger with the might of her species and this idiot took the bait. Sion-Komi slowly limped towards him, one of her piked boots from earlier over her shoulder. The man had not time to register what was happening; when he turned to see who was looming over him, she whacks him with the weighted sole of her shoe.[break][break]

The model look to the shadows of the nearest warehouse threshold as she re-applies her footwear. "You care to drag this vile Ratticate in, please? I have a few cigs as a 'thank you'." She offers kindly as if she had not schemed to harm a man and knocked him out seconds before. Sion-Komi collects her pokemon into her arms, rewarding them with snuggles and kind words as if they were toddlers learning their manners.

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[attr="class","woo5"]tags;Martín del Mar

[attr="class","woo5"]notes; mentioned dress