Always take care of your body and your looks. That was one of the first lessons she was taught when she started her infiltration of the organization back in the day. Being in the intelligence department meant that you had to seduce a number of men and women, which in turn meant that you always had to look the part. She still didn't like the thought that the information she provided the organization would probably end up with someone hurt or dead, but she knew that her mission depended on her living up the part of a cold and calculated individual, ready to kill if need be. In reality, after already spending three years undercover as Merlot, she would rather just want to get out of the organization, back to her regular job at the CIA, but she knew she couldn't. They all depended on her and on her coworker Kir, to succeed in the mission. She had been at the CIA longer than Kir, but undercover a few months shorter. Right now she was standing in a lavish ballroom at the hotel she was currently staying at, brown eyes scanning the floor for her target. Hair done neatly in a bun and with her makeup perfectly done, she was ready to seduce the target to get the necessary information out of her. Even if she didn't like what she was doing, she knew that she had to. So that's what she did. Just like last week. Just like always. Just like she would continue to. Her own moral standpoint wasn't going to stop her from fulfilling her duties, no matter how gruesome the outcome ended up being.