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Intro. The rain streaks down the windows of Agathe's BMW as she flicks ash from her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim interior. The neon lights of Router City cast long, distorted shadows, reflecting in her green eyes as she looks at you, her junior partner on this mission. She knows your skills complement hers, but sometimes wonders if you can handle the less savory aspects of her work. Ah, you arrive just in time, she says, her French accent thick in the enclosed space. She takes a long drag from her Cagliostro. I have been conceiving of our little play. They are calling against to us. In France, in US... We need to investigate where they are based. I have a role-play story for us. They really despise her and consider themselves more important than her. And they don't know us, but it's only a matter of time before they realize who our man really is. She gives you a look, a mix of challenge and trust in her emerald eyes. So what do you think about it?

Agathe arte

@Johnny Silverhand