This wasn't the worst undercover gig she'd ever had. The nicest thing about it was the time limit - the meet was set for a week and a half, she just needed to be in a position to hear. The second nicest thing was that the music was loud, and with a variety of languages all of which she knew, and Grace Kim would not have to think at all to dance. Grace Kim occasionally thought about her sore feet and if anyone around was worth the trouble of a lap dance -- Grace Kim hated this podunk town and its tightwads, and the distain for it colored her movements.
The men found it sexy. Or it could have been what exactly she was and wasn't wearing - long legs bared in a mockery of a hakama, the slit ran all the way up her thighs and down to her ankles where the pants were loosely connected on the bottom of the billowing leg. When she lifted her leg against the pole, the slits split further opened, and with the sheerness of the fabric it was as if she wore nothing but the bright red scrap of underwear beneath. The halter top she wore in accompanyment served more to accent than conceal and was secured by a flimsy chain around her neck.
The half-lidded eyes could have also been a cultivated look of just-bedded laziness... but behind those lids, Alyssa Higurashi was painfully alert. Her eyes didn't move constantly, but took lazy, thorough sweeps around the room as she danced, noting every detail, studying each dynamic. She'd pinned down all the regulars by now, gotten their names and more - she knew Thug 3's favorite hiding spot, and when Thug 1 moved into the room he was almost always followed by The Boss. Thug 2 remained an annoying variable... but she'd yet to lay eyes on the target.
That didn't mean that she stopped looking. Performing a particularily illicit thrust against the pole, she then proceeded to slowly scan the room one more time after sensing movement at the door. She couldn't look at the face first - just a fighter's walk, broad arms, wide chest and -- holy fuck --
Karl?? Shit, shit, damnit, fuck. She should have known he'd pull something like this after she'd missed the drop -- damn it.
Hell. A muscle in her jaw twitched as she let her gaze fall back to the ground. What else could she do but keep on dancing?