{Melisa}
Getting these terrorists interested in the cute nim girl act had been embarrassingly easy. Melisa had barely needed to flutter her eyelashes before they were falling over themselves to tell her about their "noble cause."
[If noble causes usually involve burning people alive,] she thought, maintaining her expression of wide-eyed fascination.
Given that, at least in her opinion, Melisa was no master seductress or something, it was probably her pheromones doing a lot of heavy lifting in this closed room. Whatever the case, it seemed this was going to be easier than she anticipated.
"So, Melanie," Koros leaned forward, his intensity almost palpable. "You're interested in joining, eh?"
"That's right!"
"Well... What can you bring to our organization?"
[Well, I could bring your sorry ass to justice,] she thought. [But let's start smaller.]
"I..." she hesitated, playing shy. "I can do a little magic."
The room's atmosphere shifted instantly.
