(Powerful, roguish Stamen) saves a (girly, gyaru cat-boy) from imprisonment and ransom!

A glittering cascade of glass, followed by the downpour of rain-- these sounds filled the air of a corporate conglomerate office, a large figure having crashed through their window. Twenty stories high, there would only be someone breaking in at this level if they had a reason-- that recognition was quite evident in the corporate suits around the office, all cowering behind their desks in shock.

The infiltrating figure stood up to their full height, towering over everyone. They were donned in slim-fitting, minimalist combat gear-- seemingly tailored to a more stealthy approach, one they had chosen to not take in the current moment. Taking calm steps, they lifted one of the office workers by his tie, bringing him to eye-level-- a sharp, piercing pair of green eyes boring into him.

"Prisoner. I know you're keeping one here. Where is he being kept?" the figure asked, a husky, but feminine voice.

"W-We're just office workers, we don't--" the man started, but an extra aggressive shake seemed to shut him up. It became clear to him the one throttling him was a woman from the features he could actively make out while his eye-line flailed about with his head.

"Save the bullshit for someone who buys it. I'm going to find him regardless, so do you and me both a favor and be more forthcoming. Could save you and your friends a whole lot of pain..."

"You don't--" he started, struggling for air as the woman's grip switched from his tie to his throat. "Don't know who-- who you're dealing with!"

"Yeah, yeah, heard it before. Tell me where he is before I have to bring out the tools to make you." she said bluntly, taking out a pair of pliers from her waist and giving them a couple of testing squeezes near his mouth. "I've been told I'm a very bad dentist. Couldn't make the cut, you know?"

"Jesus, okay, okay! There's a room behind the bookcase in the district manager's office on floor 24! He's in there!" he gurgled, letting out a little 'oof' as he finally was dropped to the floor.

The woman squatted down in front of him, clacking her pliers together a couple more times. "Good boy. I'll be paying you another visit if he ain't." she said, the look in her eyes giving away the fact she was smirking underneath the cloth covering around the bottom of her face.

That being said, it was time for that daring rescue.

She popped back up onto her feet, darting out of the room. Her movements were precise and practiced-- she was used to running around corporate offices like this. After all, there was only so much time before guards started to disperse through the building to flush her out.

Taking a staircase's steps four at a time, she flew up each floor until she reached her goal-- a disgustingly overly adorned and lacquered set of wooden doors. So disgusting, she thought, that it would cheer her up a little seeing them punted off their hinges.

The doors crashed down into the manager's room, a stout man practically leaping out of his desk chair-- though, he didn't make it that far, merely rolling backward, unbalanced, not unlike an egg.

"Break time's over chucklefuck, I need into your little hostage space." she said calmly, already striding over to a very expensive looking bookshelf.

"The hell are you doing here?! I'm calling security, you, you-- wait!!" he shouted, flailing his hands around as the massive woman took the bookshelf and forcefully slammed it over to the ground. The overly polished wood splintered into pieces, causing the manager's heart to sink into his stomach. "D-Do you know how much real wood like that costs?! That, that--"

The woman flicked her wrist towards him, a glue-like substance slapping across his lips and sealing him from talking further. "Hush, little egg man. You're being far too loud for my tastes. It's overstimulating, you know."

The irony wasn't lost on her.

She peeked at the wall behind the now destroyed bookshelf, giving it a few testing knocks. Only more solid wall. Bummer. She looked behind her and then noticed there was another bookshelf. The portly was shaking as he noticed where her gaze was going, unable to do a thing but aggressively slam his hands on his desk as she walked over, and toppled that one, too.

"Ah, bingo."

A steel, magnetically sealed door. Usually requires a code, or a hand, or an eyeball, or a voice command, but she didn't have time for those. She prepared for it, anyway. The woman took out a round disk-shaped device, pushing it against the steel and clacking away at a few buttons. As she stepped back, a bright, hard-light web started to spread out along the door-- then pushing forwards, melting its way through the door and making the steel collapse into neat, square pieces on the floor.

She stepped through the doorway, finding herself into a fairly spacious cell. Cold and sterile looking, but at least it wasn't another ugly **** chamber. Just a standard holding cell.

A girly cat-boy bounced up upon noticing her, ears standing up and twitching. "Ahhh! Are you, like, my big handsome rescuer~?" he cooed, tucking some long blonde hair behind his tan ears. Soft blue eyes stared at her, an enamored look in them off the bat.

The woman raised an eyebrow. She wondered if he even really realized he was being held hostage for ransom money...

"Yeah. I'm Sara. I'll be taking you home now." she said calmly, ushering her over with a hand. He immediately ran over to her, holding onto a bulky arm as if he was a trophy wife. He barely reached up to chest hair with her because of her immense height, and the look in his eyes gave away how much he was into it.

She shook her arm a little, but he was completely attached to it. No point in arguing, she didn't feel like making a huge effort to detach him. She walked out and stepped over the door-frame she made, walking her rescued hostage over to the window. "Okay, time to go."

A group of security guards sprinted into the room as Sara wrapped her arms around him-- guns pointed, ready to fire.

"Nowhere to go, put your hands up!"

"Nah, we've got a ticket out. Catch ya later." she called out with a wink, the window shattering outwards behind her as she let herself fall backward.

Sparkling, cascading glass, colored by neon light-- mixing in alongside the heavy downpour outside. Her rescued hostage let out a scream as he fell with her, window whipping around them as they plummeted. Sara squinted, a set of hard-light wings sprouted from her backpack and catching the air to begin gliding forward in a sharp arc.

The two of them soared forward along the drenched high-ways, a series of laughs escaping her captive's lips. Clearly, he was treating this like an amusement park ride. The high-ways roared beneath them, getting so close he could practically touch an eight-wheeler if he tried. Sara took a sharp turn to the right before he could, curving into a tight alley as some thrusters on her pack applied some gentle air-braking so they could reach the ground at less than terminal velocity.

A few minutes after a safe landing later...

"This is my place. You'll be staying here for a night or two until everything calms down there. Probably isn't as good as your living situations with your yakuza father, but..."

"It's better than that boring old cell!" he finished for her, a bright and cheery smile on his face as he worked his soft, pretty hands down his feminine figure, flattening and dusting off his short skirt. He watched with sparkles in his eyes as Sara begins to strip off her combat gear, revealing a tank top that stopped at her midriff to display a firm set of abs-- alongside those thick, powerful arms.

Without that mask on, her face truly displayed a mixture of being both beautiful and strikingly handsome-- her hair thick, long, shimmering silver as she let it out from its ponytail. "Glad you see it that way." she said with a grin, peeling over her lower armor and getting into some more normal, comfortable shorts.

It was hard not to catch the way he licked his lips when he noticed the massive bulge restrained in those shorts, though. "Y-Y'know, I think-- I think you definitely deserve a reward after all that hard work!" he babbled, trying to keep himself from not drooling.

"Yeah? I'm already getting paid, so I should be good." she said with a smirk, feigning ignorance.

"Well, yes, but like... I think you could, y'know, like.... take a reward... right now~" he said, batting his pretty eyelashes and adjusting his black choker. He took some lipstick out, applying it, bright red, across his lips in preparation.

"I guess that's true..." she said, standing in front of him as he sat up on the bed. "And what exactly were you planning on rewarding me with? I could just take what I want right now, if I wanted..." she rumbled, voice smooth and sultry.

The way she said that immediately made his skirt tent.