{This para-post is part of the "Fox Tales" contest no. 27. Click here to see it... Today's music-aide: "City Nights" (Part of Ashley's records from Warioware DIY OST).}
- Femme Fatale -
Perusing the city nights, she wondered which posh lad will be the next one she struck. Even if she'd screw'd up, a fellow illegalist was always a corner away to give aid in any way. Playing with her steps, she got giddy with a rare sight she'd been counting on - the man was Boss Tweed, the most conniving lard in New York. She slipped the pilfered items from the last posh lad she struck to a group of urchins and began purtying her looks as she stepped towards Boss Tweed. Boss Tweed took notice of the Femme Fatale and was curious of her approach, but thinking none of it since he was focused on how to gerrymander New York to his advantage. She slid close, but not danger-close, to him and ordered a glass for herself which allowed him to play some moves on her to counter. He talked about how she had the looks for secretary biz and how she can benefit with his connections, sometimes slipping out talks of his high political crimes in a romantic twist. After a few minutes, a different bartender came in and recognized her - to which she signaled the bartender to ready a bludgeon for ole Boss Tweed. After lulling Boss Tweed, she began steering him to the backroom, playing on his slips-of-the-tongues towards him and had Boss Tweed knocked unconscious right after - she began pilfering his body for any valuables while discussing his recent developments to her comrades. To which the illegalists readied Boss Tweed for ransom and allowed her again to peruse the city nights again, to add more to her rising streak and help fund the real activities that'll shake up society. Something were the poor of all creeds and stripes won’t live in crime but joy.