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His hands made their way around her waist and an unintentional sigh escaped her lips, so warm, so…… so safe. She became aware of how he had managed to become even tenser than when she first climbed into his bed and stole his embrace. She felt his chest rise as his lungs fought to retrieve enough air to compensate for the quickening of his heartbeat. She could almost feel his skin heat up as blood began rushing through his body, quicker with every moment. His chest froze at its risen state; surely his body was feeling the effects of her pheromoned perfume. The hand that she left on his chest moved south until it rested on his perfectly sculpted abdominals. She shivered and let out a moan barely audible even in such a silent room. The way his body arched in the darkness affirmed that he had heard it though. She wanted to have pleasure with a man for once in her life, she wanted to feel wanted by this man who had saved her: someone who might actually care for her safety and wish for her happiness. Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined being with someone like him, and her nails clawed into his chest for a moment at the thought.

Violette contemplated Green���s existence to her…. She knew nothing of him, but he had saved her. Wasn’t his act of heroism enough to validate this desire? He was possibly the best man she had met in all her life. Images flashed through her mind of men from her past. Blood, scars, tears, sweat…. Pain, overwhelming pain. The visage of her procurer caused a shiver to run down her spine. She clutched tighter to green and moved her face to his neck, allowing her lips to brush his skin. His name escaped her lips once more, her breath in his ear. She shivered yet again as her night terror replayed in her mind so caught up in her own thoughts, she had hardly noticed Green’s physical reaction to her desperate clutching.

As her leg slowly made its way on top of his she felt something out of place. She looked down through the corner of one eye to see the slightest bulge in the covers. She curiously moved her leg over it and gasped at its size, her face flushing red.

It brought her out of her emotional fantasy world though and she realized she must make sure she remains focused on the mission. She knew nothing of the man and could not assume he cared for her merely because he saved her. Violette, merely a stranger in need may have been helped by any other man who passed by. She had let her insecurities and past struggles get the better of her emotions. She focused hard on continuing her innocent persona as she spoke her next words.

“Please, I……” She allowed her sentence to be broken by a sob. She kissed his neck once again and pulled herself even tighter against his body “I want you….” She tilted her head up to speak into his ear again “Green…. Take me”

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Small slits of blue light crept into her room through the blinds, cutting the darkness like shining blades. She kept her eyes focused on them, trying to find something to keep her awake, for she had not slept well in weeks and finally being alone in a comfortable quite place seemed like a dream in itself. Outside the room, Green’s shuffling abut could still be heard in the kitchen. She allowed her lids to close for a moment, still listening to Green’s movements. She opened her eyes abruptly as she heard her door opening expecting to see Green, she hid behind the covers so that she could just barely see over the top. Her breath froze in her chest as her procurer stepped into the room. Her nails scratched into the sheets beneath her as she watched a smile spread across his face.

                “My sweet Violette, stop hiding from me, won’t you?”

Her spine was plagued with pinpricks at the sound of her name on his lips and she was unable to speak as he moved closer to the bed. His fingers stretched towards her face and her eyes widened as his cold hands brushed her skin gently.

She felt herself shaking as his fingertips made their journey down to her collarbone. The air around her was not seeming to satisfy her lungs as she drew a deep, shaky breath in. Laughter filled the room from the deepest recesses of his black heart, slowly and coldly as his fingers moved to her bare breasts. She tried yelling for him to stop but no noise but a shallow breath could be heard. Tears welled up in her eyes as he reached behind his back to produce a snake whip. Her pupils dilated in fear as the whip was raised over his head. She clawed at her throat begging for her ability to produce noise, her ability to scream for help. She felt pain in her hand and opened her eyes to meet Umbreon’s innocent gaze.

She looked around the room breathlessly, she had allowed herself to fall asleep. She could no longer hear Green outside her room. Sitting up her eyes roamed the room for the time, and finally settled on the flashing numbers 1:47. She looked down at her hand that was now bleeding slightly from Umbreons frantic bite to wake her, she thanked the creature silently for saving her from her nightmare. She was still panting a bit and realized she had in fact ripped into Green’s sheets while she was dreaming. She slowly removed the covers from her body and crept out of bed silently. The carpet under her bare feet was comforting as she made her way to the door, tentatively opening it and stepping out into the empty hallway. Maybe her having the nightmare might make her fear seem more realistic she thought to herself as she allowed Green’s door to swing open. She secretly hoped she might find solace in Green's embrace as a pale light from a hallway window stole across his face.

The tears and quivering of her body were easy to produce as she thought about the insidious night terror that filled her body with trepidation. Her eyes watched Green as the sound of her entry roused him from his sleep. She did not give him time to react to her entry before she entered the room and closed the door behind her. As she grew nearer to the bed she whispered his name silently, also acutely aware fo the Umbreon's presence in the room. Once at his bed, she crawled in without asking his consent and lay next to his now tense body, laying her head and hand on her chest. He body and breath still shaking, she spoke

“I am scared…. Please let me lie with you”

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A smile spread across Green’s face as he attempted a humble disregard of the culinary talents he possessed. It again amused her how easily her victim could be manipulated and this time she had not even been trying. As he turned to provide himself with a plate she investigated him. His body was lean and muscular, she could tell by the triangular shape his torso seemed to possess. She licked her lips as she examined his robust frame. She was used to many of her clients being older men, those with their hands in everybody’s pies. By their age they had many political groups tied to a string and she was often assigned to kill them or seduce them into giving information. These men were always middle aged and older, desperate for any young woman to glance their way. The knowledge that she might feel the touch of a man she was attracted to excited her.

By this time she had finished eating and was watching as he savored his own culinary perfection. Just as her eyes moved up from his body to investigate his face, Green’s head lifted. She did not bother to hide her attraction to him as his eyes locked with hers.

She heard him take a sharp silent breath in as she allowed her mouth to relax and her lips to part just slightly. As he held her gaze, she watched as the green coloration of his eyes was invaded by the darkness of the thoughts that she knew clouded his mind. He stiffly looked back down at his plate and resumed eating. It pleased her greatly to see the man so taken with her. She finally took the time to analyze his face. His hair fell perfectly in every way yet somehow it looked carelessly done, pieces of hair swept charmingly in haphazard directions. Her head tilted, her expression becoming more serious as her eyes moved across the surface of his face. Her gaze followed the line of a strong jaw to masculine cheekbones. His nose was strong, his face chiseled, but most of all his eyes captured her mind. She watched them with growing intrigue and her blood flushed to her cheeks and her lips.  She bit her lip, and stepped away from her food, still clutching the Umbreon.

“I… uh….” By now, her attraction to him was so much so that she had to try very hard to keep a high passive voice. “I need to sleep, I am very tired…. I thank you again for the food…… and for saving me…. I am deeply grateful”

She took a small bow before exiting the room.Once back in Green’s spare room, she set the Pokemon on the bed and pulled a small vile from her bag. She opened it and dabbed some of its contents onto her wrists. After rubbing the oils on her wrists she placed small amounts behind her ears and onto her collarbone. She smiled at herself in the mirror, the perfumes would ensure his complete submission to the desires his body possessed for her. They were pheromone oils, they would make his mind slightly clouded and his body would begin to move as if without his mind’s consent.

She smiled and crawled into the bed with the small creature. She assumed Green might come check on her to be sure she was asleep so she lay her head down on the pillow but remained alert to his movements outside the room. Once he was sound asleep, she would make her move. Violette considered the possibility that she may be able to come to him in his sleep and kill him before he even woke up but her attraction kept her from taking that path. She bit her lip thinking of how she would play with him before she completed her job.

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Green’s eyes flickered down to her chest with an intoxicated air pleasing Violette greatly. The lust that clouded his eyes soon left and he turned back around to the food gripping the pan’s handle tightly. Every move she could make to allow him to feel lust toward her would be a move in her favor. She watched with attentive eyes as he fixed her plate just so.

"If you do not eat it all, that is fine… but you need something.”

As he spoke these words to her soon felt a worrisome tug at her heart. The eyes he gave her as he passed the dinner to her… he was so worried for the woman he thought had been molested. Every person has compassion, even the most foul victims she had murdered had a soft side but she again cursed herself for knowing nothing of the man who stood before her offering his compassion. Her mind wandered to the reason she needed the money in the first place and she tightened her grip around the Umbreon in her arms. This mission may be unethical but sometimes sacrifices had to be made.

She realized suddenly that Green had been holding the plate out for her for at least half a minute and she softly apologized

“sorry… I… uh… I just”

She allowed her eyes to glaze over with tears but made sure they did not spill over. Grabbing the plate, she moved her shoulder slightly so the robe slipped off of one shoulder. Her hands were now so preoccupied by the Umbreon and the plate that she could not fix the fabric that now hung off of her arm, this was precisely what she was hoping for. She looked down at her shoulder and pretended to struggle to pull it up. When she was sure Greens eyes were trained on the bare skin of her shoulder she gave a nervous laugh and looked shyly up at him.

“Please… um… could you…?”

Her voice was soft and fragile as she asked him the favor. She stepped toward him and turned her back to him so he could complete her request. The tense noise that exited his mouth seemed to abruptly break the silence of the room. She couldn’t see him but she could almost feel how tense his body was, she heard him hold his breath for the moment that his fingertips grazed her bare skin. She felt an involuntary sigh escape her lips and blushed at the sensation. She turned around and again pushed the emotion away.

“Thank you”

She continued to stand as she began to eat the food. She looked up at him and did not attempt to hide her admiration. The sensation on her taste buds was almost too much. She had to contain herself from scarfing it down too quickly, it had been so long since she had a full meal, let alone one that had danced across her taste buds with such perfection. For now, she would pretend that she did not have to take Green's life and allow him to enjoy his last meal without any more aggressive seduction.

“Green” she said with a smile spreading slowly across her lips. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

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Turning away, he felt as though immediately after being freed from the sight of the woman he could relax slightly.  Feet moved to direct him to the room where he kept his stash of women’s clothing, only to freeze at the sensation of her fingers closing around the fabric of his shirt tail.  A stiff intake of air is snatched, his eyes glancing down at the woman behind him.  She ducked his gaze demurely, her frame seeming even more helpless in comparison to the bulk of his jacket that draped loosely around her shoulders.

Eyes flicking away, another breath was taken as he continued, attempting to ignore her presence behind him.  A colouring of his cheeks was the only signifier of his discomfort, and of his embarrassment at the state of his apartment as they crossed its length to his spare room.  Shattered glass littered all surfaces, crunching underfoot.  He would have to clean after the woman went to bed.  It was unlikely that the surroundings were comforting to her shattered nerves; indeed, his dwelling appeared suiting for the lair of an illustrious criminal.

Opening the door to the spare room, he was pleased to discover that it seemed the sole location that escaped the scent and appearance of the rest of his apartment.  Closing the door so as to maintain its pristine condition, he crossed the floor to a masculine black and stainless steel armoire.  Fingers hesitated a moment in mid-air as he scanned the drawers.  The top two were reserved for the most tantalizing and risqué of lingerie that he possessed, highly expensive pieces that only his most daring and pulchritudinous of conquests would dare don for his pleasure.

Highly inappropriate given the situation.

He bent down to the lower drawers, opening one to reveal several nightgowns.  Blushing slightly at the knowledge that her eyes would have noticed the number, he quickly selected one and shut the drawer before a better look could be achieved.  The expensive silk was light in his hands, and his eyes for a second lingered on the red satin dress with its black lace detail.  It would fit her, he determined quickly, careful not to let his eyes rove too long over her figure.  His cheeks stained a deeper shade of vermillion.  To think this was one of the most conservative pieces he owned.

Crossing to the closet, he opened one of the doors only wide enough to secure a plush black robe with matching slippers.  He pulled away from her, turning to face the woman.  He offered the clothes to her, hoping the flush had faded from his cheeks.

“Here, these should fit,” he hesitated a moment, offering a stiff smile.  “This room is yours for the night.  You should find in the adjoining bathroom all you need, bathsoap, facial wash, ecetera.  A variety of scents too…” he paused, uncertain as to why that was necessary.  He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing.  “If you feel so inclined as you use one over another.  I will be up for a little while, so if you need anything, please ask.”

It was easier to offer hospitalities such as this.  He had said the words often to women after a night of love-making.   The only difference was, now he was offering protection, not seducing.  It should not have been so difficult to be commonly courteous. 

The door  in the hallway opened to reveal a pristine space, possibly the only pleasantly scented area in the whole apartment. Green walked over to the dresser and hesitated for a moment bending down. She watched with curiosity as he opened a drawer filled with silky fabrics lined with lace, wondering what was in the other drawers. A silky red gown lined with the blackest of lace was delicately pulled from the bottom drawer by his gruff hands.

The door in the hallway opened to reveal a pristine space, possibly the only pleasantly scented area in the whole apartment. Green walked over to the dresser and hesitated for a moment before bending down. She watched with curiosity as he opened a drawer filled with silky fabrics lined with lace, wondering what was in the other drawers. A silky red gown lined with the blackest of lace was delicately pulled from the bottom drawer by his gruff hands.

Her face twisted into a disgusted sneer. Of coarse he was asking her to wear such an inviting piece of attire. He had probably hesitated before he opened the drawer because he couldn't decide whether to put her in a normal nightgown or something a bit more tantalizing. She decided, though, that she couldn't complain because it would only be a catalyst to her plan of seduction.

He eyed her before moving to the closet to withdraw a plushy looking robe and pair of slippers. She placed her hand on Umbreon's head giving the gentle creature a kiss on the nose just as Green turned around with the offering of clean clothes in his hand. As he spoke to her she investigated the darkening red hue that tainted the color of his cheeks. She buried her face in the Umbreon to conceal her uncontrolled smile. The painful sensation in her cheeks that urged her to smile worsened as he spoke nervously about the different scents of soaps he owned. He finally left the room offering more hospitalites before finally walking out, letting the door close softly behind him.

She set the Umbreon and her bag on the bed and hurriedly began stripping off her clothes, but as she glanced over, she noticed the Umbreon's eyes gazing at her. She cursed under her breath; she could not let the Pokemon see what was under her dress as it could alert Green as to her true intentions. She quickly moved into the closet and shut the door. After the clothes were off she investigated the piece of red silk in her hands; it was simply to short to conceal her weapon where it was now. She removed the strap containing her dagger and replaced it around her rib cage. she quickly slipped the small piece of fabric over her bare body.

She stepped back into the small room and opened the bag to review its contents, looking for a very specific item: a container of lipstick. The lipstick, though, had very unusual purposes to say the least; this lipstick contained a poison that she had spent years building up an immunity to that would kill anyone else in under ten minutes. After sifting through the bag several times, she realized that what she needed was no longer there. She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Green must of failed to grab it when he was retrieving the items to her bag.

This mission would be a lot less clean than she had hoped.

She picked up the robe and sighed as the plush material warmed her skin. As she relaxed she finally noticed the rustling noises outside the room. She heard shards of glass grazing each other and hurried footsteps. She slid her feet into the slippers and looked down at her clothes. She pulled the gown down so that one could just barely see her cleavage. She pulled the robe tight around her waste but made certain the top of the robe exposed the red of the gown and the flesh upon her chest. Grabbing Umbreon she headed for the door but paused, looking back at the dresser. Quickly she opened the top drawer to find elaborate arrays of lace, leather, buckles, and zippers. In that moment it occurred to her that he might have given her the most modest thing he had.

She quietly closed the drawers and  made her way out to see what the noises had been, only to find Green in the kitchen with an intoxicating odor surrounding him. He was cooking food for her. Violette sighed. It was going to be a struggle trying to justify the death of this man.

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She heard Green's footsteps moving toward her once again, slowly and hesitantly.  When he finally stood  beside her, all he could offer her was two stiff arms around her shoulders. His body stood inches away from hers and he stood stiffly as her sobs filled the room. After mere moments of making an effort to ease her sadness by tightening the jacket around her shoulders, he pulled away uncomfortably. From his belt he pulled a shining sphere and released a Pokemon. The Umbreon was placed gingerly into her hands and two beautiful ruby eyes stared up at her. He heard green clearing his throat awkwardly before speaking.

              "This is Umbreon." He introduced to her "She always helps me when I am feeling..."

His voice trailed off into a tense expression of the uncomfortable emotions that tainted his mind. As she investigated the small creature in her hands, she struggled to keep the amused emotions off of her face, so she allowed herself a modified smile that he would interpret as gratitude. It entertained her that a man with such a ruthless name as "wraith" and such a dark reputation could be afraid of a women's tears.

"Here, she will help. I will grab your clothes."

It gave him an excuse to run, and she didn't want that; Violette wanted him to be inundated with whatever emotions her presence forced into his body. As he turned his back to search for clothes, a whimper escaped her lips and she leaned out to grab the tail of his shirt. when he looked back at her she gazed down sheepishly. 

Her peripheral vision caught his shoulders stiffen once again and a tense expression of emotion escaped his lips before he turned his head forward again and continued walking. As she followed him through the short and narrow hallway she investigated her surroundings closely, Green was deserving of her pity. It seemed as though everywhere she looked she could she the broken image of a tense man with an innocent looking woman trailing behind her. Millions of distorted pictures of her and Green covered the house as every reflective surface had been fractured. He hated himself, and for that she was lucky: She wanted to believe with all her heart that the man whose life she was about to take deserved to die, maybe she would be doing him a favor by ending his piteous existence on earth.

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Violette tilted her head in curiosity as she watched Green pause at the window before answering her question in a tense voice. As he made an exchange with Alakazam she couldn't help but wonder about green. The  one who employed her had not given her much information about him. It was another one of the jobs she abhorred accepting because she was expected to dispose of someone she know very little about. For all she knew her, employer could have some sort of petty grudge on this man; considering some of the people who had tried to obtain her services in the past, a petty grudge was indeed likely.  The words ‘Thievery, Espionage, Assassination, and Murder’ echoed in her mind; nothing she had never done herself. The difference between Violette and Green was that she had managed to keep her face off of posters. Her identity remained a mystery because her best skill was her ability to become a completely different person, she was a master of disguise. Essentially, Green could be committing the acts he did for a good purpose and she was taking away a charitable being from the world. She took the job merely because she needed the money and she would receive an exorbitant reward for Green's head, there was no personal vendetta against the man.  Violette had been lost in her own thoughts when she noticed Green's eyes looking at her, waiting for the answer to some question she had not heard. She saw the fridge open and assumed he was offering her food. Luckily he had a follow up question: would she like to change into something? She saw her opportunity to make the experience more intimate for him. She looked at him with a sheepish expression and bit her lip

"I would very much appreciate it if I could have something else to wear" She forced tears to cloud her vision. "I saw that poster, Green -that was the name on it I think- and I don't believe a word it says," She allowed the tears to stream down her cheeks. "Someone as kind as you could never do such horrible things" She allowed her knees to become weak and let her body sag against the wall. "I know the only reason you killed him was to protect me… where would I be now if you hadn't walked past that ally tonight?" Her head fell into her hands and she feigned uncontrollable sobs, each one escaping her body painfully.

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Her face remained buried in his chest, she secretly kept one eye on her surroundings so she knew where his dwelling was. If the mission went wrong, she would at least have intel on his location. His body seemed tense but his heartbeat was surprisingly steady, considering the concerned expressions that clouded his face every so often. As they approached the doorway she noted the number of his apartment in her mind: 13.  Green stuck his key in the lock that belonged to a dingy and grimy door. Before she could see the the apartment, the scent of his vice burned her nostrils. 

He set her down on the floor and quickly investigated the condition of the room that stood in front of her. She noted the piece of lace he stuck in his pocket yet allowed her face to remain as innocent and scared as possible and clutched his jacket around herself. As he spoke to her she was hardly listening, something about being safe and sleeping... he turned his back to her to pick up the empty bottles of ever clear. She gave a disproving frown at the pitiful man before her.

His furniture looked expensive in contrast to the state of the room as a whole which meant one of two things: Either he had seen better days and since then his mental state had began to depreciate, or that he had set his room up so well to impress members of the opposite sex. Having investigated the lace protruding from his pocket, she surmised it was the latter. He turned to her and she allowed he body language and facial expression to become self-conscious and innocent once again.

“I have two bedrooms, the spare is clean.  You can sleep there for the night.”

She needed to keep her mousy demeanor consistent so shifted uncomfortably and looked at her feet before speaking in a soft but enchanting voice. 

"Why did you save me?"

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Violette could see the emotion in his face, in his body language, he was torn. It seemed as though he did not know how to approach her, as if he had never learned to give a gentle touch. Without doubt he had recognized the fear she had plastered onto her face and was cursing himself. She remained leaning against the wall as he picked up the items in her purse. All of the items looked casual enough, mostly makeup, perfume and various items of the sort. A few of the items though had hidden uses that always come in handy to her. She only hoped that Green would not recognize the insignia that was ingrained into every item. To any other viewer, it might seem like the logo of some obscure manufacturer, but he might possibly have the intelligence to know what it actually was. She took the purse he offered to her and gazed at him with an innocent face as he pathetically pleaded for her not to fear him. Secretly, she was pleased with herself because she now had complete control of his emotions. After investigating her flaccid stance he seized her in his arms. Her body flexed and she held her breath for a moment. She was used to men grabbing her during her missions and although Green was merely holding her so they could move more quickly, she found herself blushing as his brawny arms seemed to hug her body. 

  She again pushed her emotions aside mocking herself internally for her brief infatuation. She saw her next opportunity and took it. She stared into the eyes of Green with a terrified expression, the eyes that sat plastered to the wall screaming thievery, espionage, assassination, and murder. She waited until he saw her staring and then buried her face into his chest satisfied at his reaction at her feigned terror. She smiled slightly to herself while her face was still hidden, she was getting paid much more than 500,000 for the job.

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Violette watched the man destroy her teammate with horror.  Part of their mission was to make Lars become inebriated so that the situation seamed more realistic, but now he was being beat up with no chance of defending himself. With every punched his body seemed to become crippled with pain and she found herself gasping as he pulled out a knife and stabbed Lars. Lars's blood spilled on the ground making her become nauseated; nobody had anticipated it going this far. He did not stop until Lars was laying disfigured and bloody on the cold wet ground. He ordered his Pokémon to dispose of Lars and then made his way over to her.

         “Don't be afraid”

Afraid was not the word for how she felt… she suppressed the disturbed emotions she felt and wiped the makeup from one of her cheeks. 

        “Call me Green.  You are safe now.  But we need to get out of here.”

Allowing her hands to quiver, she reached out for his hand but pulled it back trying to project an air of fear. She pulled the jacket he had given her tighter around her body. Her voice shook as she whispered to him. 

"Thank you."

She hesitantly stood up and fell against the wall, she was trying to act as any 'normal' individual might in this situation, to seem as though in shock. Lars's body was gone but the scent of his blood still tainted the air they were breathing. Pushing the thought out of her mind she focused on the task at hand. 

Obviously Green was a more aggressive opponent then her employer anticipated. She cursed him in her mind for being so careless. She needed to be very quick and stealthy with her kill, if he sensed what she was up to, she was certain that this could be an extremely dangerous mission.

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The night was perfectly still and silence crept into every corner. This side of town was festering with drunkards and repugnant individuals of every kind. Every person still awake was located in either a bar or a strip club except for two individuals who's hot breaths permeated the cold air. Violette heard someone approaching in the distance and began panting as Lars pressed his body against hers. "Stop!" she cried frantically "Get Off! Get Off!" Still his alcohol stained breath forced its way into her mouth as he greedily stole her kisses. She yelled louder with more fear as the distant footsteps grew nearer. Lars threw her to the ground and covered her mouth and nose with his hand so she could not breath. He drank the last of the alcohol he was holding and threw the empty bottle against the wall so it shattered. He grabbed a piece of the glass and held it against her throat. His words came out muddled as he threatened her to cooperate. She forced tears from her eyes so her makeup would run. Finally the approaching footsteps came to a stop just as Lars ripped the dress off her shoulders.