Amy's possessed body get out a limo at the gala, husband on her arm.

Several hours later, it was time for the gala. Limo's and fancy cars of all sizes and colors were pulling up in front of the finest catering hall in the city for the special event, lead by Senator Bridget Thompson, who would be presenting her plan to rid the city of crime completely within the next several years. Everyone who was anyone in the city was at the gala from celebrities to business owners, to people who were just plain rich and wanted a show. Out of one particularly fancy car, came Lisa, dressed in a form fitting red gown which matched her hair nearly perfectly. Lisa's former law firm had been partnered with the Senator for quite some time, but Lisa had lost her chance at a special invitation when she abruptly retired from the firm, leaving them without one of their best lawyers. Lisa was now here as the plus one of her best friend, the currently clone-possessed Selina McCarthy. Selina was allowed to not have to work for the night and was even given a free pass in as thanks for making sure that all of the security was top notch. The elegantly dressed police chief exited Lisa's fine car wearing a dress that looked like it cost half a year of her salary to afford, which it did. The real Selina may have been content saving up her money for retirement, but her body's new manager was far less conservative on spending, especially since she had all of Lisa's wealth to tap into.

Lisa smiled at the apparent Selina, who just returned the smile as the two made their way through the sea of photographers to head into the hall. the two had no problem remaining close friends since Jonny had implanted his clone into Selina's curvaceous meat suit. Though Lisa knew that it wasn't truly her master inside her best friend's body, the clone had enough of Jonny's personality for her to find the new Selina charming and had the same deep feeling of loyalty to her that she ad for Jonny. However, that desire was only a background thought since she had enough of Selina's personality to make Lisa feel as if the two of them were just friends. As for Selina, she had the same trust for Lisa that Jonny had, combined with the knowledge her memories were giving her of the two of them having been friends since they were little girls. Thanks to Jonny's control over Lisa and his clone's possession of Selina, the two woman had actually ended up becoming closer as friends, both living to serve the same demonic master.

"Care for a drink, Selina?" Lisa asked with a smile on her face as she pulled two glasses of a beverage of of a waiter's plate, holding one out for her possessed friend.

"I wouldn't mind if I do. A woman like me has to lay back and indulge herself sometimes, doesn't she?" she asked with a grin, taking it from Lisa's hand and taking a sip, letting the alcoholic liquid go down her throat. Normal demon's couldn't get drunk, but since she was just a clone, Selina would certainly be able to have a good time tonight. She just had to make sure to stay sober enough to be able to help her master if something went wrong. Lisa smiled and took a small sip as well, thinking the same thing. suddenly, the hall exploded in commotion as heads turned towards the front entrance.

"Well look who it is" Lisa said with a smirk as Conrad Goldworth, 79 years old and round, walked into the room in a white suit and black tie, his thick arm triumphantly around the waste of his perfect little trophy wife, Amy, who seemed to be half drunk already with a ditzy smile on her face. She was looking around with a wide-eyed expression. Her dress was sleeveless and low, showing off her extremely large boobs to the world, while also being just barely long enough to cover her ass. Were she to bend down though, everyone would have a lovely view of the thong she was wearing. Her husband sat down at a table and whispered something into her ear, causing her to giggle and scurry off into a corner.

As the apparent 18 year old beauty ran off, Selina did a cat call that was silent enough for only Lisa to hear. "It looks like our master is really getting into his role" she said with a grin.

Lisa took another sip from her drink and nodded. "Oh yes. He's quite good at it" she said, resting her hand subtly on Selina's ass. "So are you, by the way" she said flirtatiously, prompting Selina to gently take her hand and move it off her rear end.

"Not here, Lisa. the last thing we want is to draw attention to ourselves" she said with a look that said there would be plenty of time for fun after all this was over.

"Ugh, whatever you say 'Master'" she said, using the term in a joking way since this was not actually Jonny she was talking to. Selina giggled a little and actually blushed from being compared to her originator before turning her attention to the airheaded Amy, who was now strutting back to her old husband, bringing him a drink from the bar.

The apparent Amy Wilkins sat her fine ass on her husband's crotch, grinning as she felt the aged penis hardening from such a small thing. From inside of her body, Jonny hated that he had to act this way. Her body was so young and her personality was so flirtatious and energetic. At first, it was actually pretty enjoyable getting to forget about all his troubles and sink into the ditzy personality of Amy, but now it was rather annoying. She was by no means a smart girl, and Jonny couldn't relate to her in the least. When Goldworth found her last year, she wasn't stripping because she needed to make money, she was doing it because she liked to show off her body to anyone and everyone. This girl was the definition of a bimbo and Jonny did not like having to play the role. Still, she was extremely inconspicuous and that would be very helpful since Jonny had to rely on his observation skills and that would be easier when unsuspected. Amy was the type of girl that would be eyeing up everyone anyway, either looking at men she found attractive, or women that she saw something shiny or pretty on. Jonny on the other hand, was looking for someone who didn't belong. Someone who was not actually a well off guest at this gala, but was in reality a killer assassin that would be making her move shortly.

Senator Thompson was in the corner of the room, talking with one of the security guards about her upcoming speech. Jonny watched her smug face and cringed a little, balling his dainty hand into a fist. Did that woman really think that the plan she would announce today would be able to end all of the crime in the city? Jonny couldn't wait for the fool to be killed.

"Are you alright, dearest?" Goldworth asked, with a concerned look on his face.

Jonny sighed and immediately switched back to dumb blonde mode. "Like, I'm fine, bae! Just tired!" he exclaimed and made an exaggerated yawn, stretching his arms out and arching up his back, giving a lovely view of his breasts, which were them groped by Golworth. "Well don't you worry about a thing, my dear. We'll have a very good night when we're back home" he said in a suggestive tone.

Jonny wanted to tell him that he could go fuck himself and that there was no chance he'd be staying in this dumb bitch's meatsuit long enough to do anything with him, but instead he just let out a seductive purr. "Mmmmm, I can't wait" he said, licking his lips and kissing his apparent husband on the lips deeply, internally hating every second of his act. "I'll be right back....I need to use the little girl's room!" he said, taking any excuse to get away.

"Be back soon dear! The show's about to start!" he exclaimed as the person he thought was the girl he had taken in last year ran off to the bathroom.

Just as the bathroom door closed behind the young lady, a group of five people walked in. Four of them were men, wearing black suits, with black shirts and red ties. the had their hands in their pockets. The fifth individual was an incredibly gorgeous woman of about 29 years old in a white knee length dress, which was cut in a low V at her breasts. She had long black hair with streaks of red coloring in it and was wearing a red cross around her neck. According to her guest pass, her name was Allison Masters and she was the president of a small start up company. Her pass however, was fake, along with the passes of all the men that were with her. These fake passports were provided by Ilya Chilinkov in order to make their **** run as smooth as possible. No one, including the employer, knew which of the five of them was the Angel of ****, which was just how 'Allison' liked it. She preferred no one knowing anything about her. She was a pure sociopath, raised by mobsters from the age of five, when her parents were killed and she was taken from her home in Russia. She had no sense of love or joy. She was a killing machine that knew multiple languages and could pass for a native speaker of all of them. Right now she was speaking English so well that no one would guess she was a native of Russia. She felt comfortable going by any name. Though she was definitely human, she was the closest they could get to being a demon. the Angel of **** reached into her purse as she approached the senator, who was just turning to go up to the stage that was prepared for her. She quickly and nonchalantly pulled out a silenced pistol and aimed it at the senator as her partners all removed guns from their pockets. Three were aimed at the police officers on duty while the last one held two guns and aimed each at random guests.

From inside the little girl's room, Amy's heart skipped a beat, telling her body's occupant that something terribly chaotic was about to happen. A smile appeared on the girl's flawless face as her eyes glowed red just briefly. "Time for the fun to begin" she said, walking out of the bathroom in time to witness the bloodshed.