Breaking into his home had become something of a favorite pastime, one that she ultimately found relaxing, even with the few challenges it realistically posed. Had she been a less experienced klepto, heavier on her toes, or even clumsy, she wouldn't be able to accomplish it. Varian's status afforded him luxury, and his heritage even more so, and his work enforced a paranoia from the rear of his mind to creep free, clouding his judgment. He was anxious when he wasn't working- when he was just at home, idle. His security measures were extensive and thorough, but her knowledge of them even more so, no doubt she had klepped the access cards from the patrolling private security officers lurking around the perimeter, just to gain the ability to go where she pleased in the sprawling house.
Though her entry had come from the vaunted skylights in the upstairs study, she had found the time to snatch a card and still make it here before the man of the house arrived from his meeting. It was obsessive, she was obsessive. But she couldn't help herself, in some sick sense. The thrill was always far more rewarding than the risk ever could be. Though she knew him well enough to know even if she startled him, he wouldn't- no, couldn't- harm her. She was too precious to him, even if he would never admit it aloud. It was written across his forehead in bright red ink, practically, and oozed from the tip of his tongue with every word offered.
After landing softly on the leather couch, Chelenne had taken her boots off, opting to move on the bare soles of her feet across the polished floors, blowing a kiss to the cameras mounted in the corner of the study as she crept onward, knowing full well the malware she had injected into the houses' systems mere hours before had crippled and blinded them temporarily. Deft hands unlocked the wine cooler and stole a bottle.
On her toes, the zeltron trailed her gloved fingers down the tapestries and finery adorning the walls as she strutted towards the master suite, and where her destination lay. A smirk played upon her painted lips at the threshold of the guilded doors, though she wasted no time in admiring their extravagance, and parted them, stepping within his den.
A moment was taken to appreciate the grandeur of the chambers. Just one, as she closed the doors behind her. "My my, Varian, this is so gauche, even for you," she hummed to none but herself, now slinking across the room and loosening the zipper of her catsuit. The shiny, polished leather was shed from her body, left in the middle of the floor, discarded there to leave a trail toward the balcony opposite. Manicured hands drew the balcony doors apart and she slipped out onto the extension. "I wonder how long it's been since you've actually used this thing," the agent wondered aloud, trailing her fingertips around the edge of the hot tub sitting in resolute silence. It was on, the frothy waters bubbled and steamed on their own, though Chel had the strangest suspicion it had been ages since the Spectre had actually enjoyed it.
She had come for the chance herself.
With a soft, musical sigh, she lowered herself into the steamy waters, tucked into a corner with her back to the balcony doors, where she could look out upon the view of the megacity in the distance. And, she helped herself to the wine she had claimed, settling comfortably in the lap of luxury to wait.
Chelenne Akaris
