Author's note: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or its characters. This is for the 30 Kisses challenge using list lambda. Theme 13: Gown.
Another One Bites the Dust
Elena fluffed her hair with a vacant expression on her face. She glanced over at the knot of men in the corner with a coy smile. The men were drooling over her. That was the point of the gown she was wearing, but it still annoyed her a little. However, it was a small price to pay for such a good disguise. Most of the men here wouldn't remember her face at all. They might remember the color of her dress or what they thought her cup size was, but they wouldn't be able to give a proper description of her to anyone, and that was useful given she was here to kill someone tonight.
At least one man here looked her in the eye instead of at her chest. Then again, Tseng was her back up tonight. Once the deed was done, they would make a graceful exit, and no one would be the wiser about who had killed one Mr. Randolph Hart. She had already attracted the man's eye. Now she would just have to get him alone. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too hard. Getting up from her seat, Elena made her way across the ballroom.
She helped herself to another glass of Champaign and one of the miniature lemon tarts. As she nibbled at the sweet, Elena kept her eye out for the target.
"May I have this dance, my lady?"
Elena smiled prettily and let her target lead her out onto the dance floor. Over the course of two dances, she flirted and played coy with him until he suggested they take a walk out on the deserted balcony. They were quite a distance from the doors to the ballroom when Mr. Hart made his move. Elena smiled sweetly at him all the while reaching for the knife tucked down the back of her dress.
All it took was a direct stab to his heart to end the man. Elena tipped the body over the balcony rail before disposing of her gloves and knife in a nearby potted plant. Rude would be along to collect them before too long. Once Elena reappeared in the ballroom, Tseng quickly pulled her on to the dance floor. They shared one brief dance before her partner pulled her towards one of the many alcoves that lined the room. With a smile, he kissed her.
"Good job, Elena." Tseng began trailing kisses down her neck. "We can go home in about fifteen minutes."
Elena giggled slightly at the sensation and wove her fingers into his hair. Admittedly, it was an excuse to make out with her boyfriend, but when they left tonight, they would be remembered as "that couple that needed to get a room" instead of "that suspicious couple". It was very convenient, and it made for nice reward for a mission well done, so Elena wasn't about to complain.