Vulpes Inculta sits in his dirty room in Gomorrah. His recruits wander aimlessly around the room, unsure of what to do.
He contemplates his plan, and how they are going to pull it off.
The plan itself is genius, or so he thinks. He prides himself on his methods of capture and interrogation. This instance will be no different.
Tonight, he will execute it.
He stands up from his seat, and his recruits immediately hustle to form a line in front of him.
"Now, remember. Blend in. Each of you is to target one of the companions. Leave the Courier to me."
He surveys each recruit and adjusts the collar of one.
"We must go now." He turns on his heels and his legionaries follow him. Once out the door, they all separate and spread in different directions.
It isn't hard for Vulpes to spot the Courier. Alex is her name. She's sitting at the bar, looking pretty in pink, with her sniper boyfriend close to her side. The Mexican ghoul is a few paces away, downing a whiskey at an alarming rate.
He surveys the room some more, and sees the alcoholic caravaneer with the Brotherhood of Steel Scribe, and they appear to be arguing over a fancy hat of some sort.
Vulpes shakes his head. These profligates waste their time in such ridiculous ways.
He is pleased when his recruit, Aelius, sidles up to the girls and immediately captures Cassidy's attention.
The plan is going perfectly.
He keeps scanning the room and his eyes eventually rest on the last member of the Courier's posse. A medic named Arcade, apparently. He looks uncomfortable in the proximity of half naked women, men and ghouls and sits fiddling with a bottle of Nuka Cola.
His attention snaps back to Alex, who is drinking Vodka like it's going out of fashion. Her sniper boyfriend has retreated to the table with the medic, and Vulpes sees his opportunity.
She sees him from across the room, and as he approaches her. She doesn't recognise and he is thankful. She certainly had a reputation in the Mojave, and it was surprising that she had not passed through Nipton in her travels yet. Soon, he is in front of her, and his soft, intense voice overcomes her almost instantly. He whispers something in her ear, and her eyes widen.
She looks up at him, and nods her head. He holds out an arm for her, and she grasps it firmly. The alcohol has gone straight to her head, and she doesn't wish to make a fool of herself in front of this incredibly attractive gentleman.
They walk down towards the elevators, and Vulpes speaks.
"I must admit, I thought you were with the bald fellow when I saw you at the bar. I did not think my chances were too great."
She laughs, and it is almost a snort. "Ha. The most I've gotten out of him is a hug. And that was to protect me from a stray stick of dynamite from a Powder Ganger." she sighs, almost wistfully.
"Don't worry, my dear." he guides her into the elevator and she leans up against the wall.
"Oh, I won't." an evil grin appears on her small face and she grabs him by the shirt and pulls him against her.
Her forwardness surprises him, but she is drunk off her face, so he supposes that it is the alcohol talking. He leans an arm on each side of the wall, trapping her against him. She looks up into his deep blue eyes and brings her hands up to his chest.
She tilts her head to the side, and hesitantly moves forward and plants a tender kiss on his lips. She feels him draw a sharp breath in, and respond to her gentle pucker. The kiss soon turns urgent, and then frantic.
By the time the elevator pings, he has her out of the dress. When the doors open, he sweeps her up in his arms and carries her to his now empty room. He throws her down on the bed, and within seconds they are a mass of nakedness, caught up in the throes of passion, lust, and pure desire.