Assassin

As the smoke cleared a body began to solidify. Her chocolate locks swayed across her back, the fabric of her ensemble flowing gently as it scantily draped her flawless, sun-kissed skin. She held her hands out to him, a smile as warm as the sun stretched across perfect white teeth, her large bust slightly bouncing with each movement.

"Servant Assassin at your service. You must be my master, right? You may call me Mata Hari." Sparkling grey eyes reminiscent of sunlight looked about their surroundings.

He was on his knees, awestruck at the sight of her. Wow, he... couldn't believe it. He summoned a Servant! Assassin, though? Was that a good Class? Mata Hari... he'd heard that name somewhere before...

Her voice couldn’t properly convey her beauty, however. It was not an exaggeration to say that once the mist had cleared, she could only be described as drop dead gorgeous. Like, he'd seen plenty of beautiful women on the Internet. Hell, living in Orlando, it wasn't unusual to walk down the street in a bikini. He wasn't even afraid to admit that he enjoyed androgynous men to a lesser extent. But this Assassin? He figured only a Heroic Spirit could be this beautiful.

A young lady on the cusp of becoming a mature woman, she had an ageless quality that appealed to him. Her golden dancing attire was just as revealing as some of the girls in vintage gravure magazines and heavily accented her shapely curves and soft skin. Legs for days, hips that wouldn't quit, and her face with her shimmering hair and enthralling eyes…

It was almost embarrassing, really, how much he was staring at her. He liked to think he had a pretty good handle on his libido, that he knew not to objectify-Shit, focus! Stop staring at your new Servant's chest! Her... massive, jiggling, barely-clothed chest... Crap, was he drooling?

"Wow, it's like you knew you were summoning me," she giggled, leaning forward to look at the young man who was kneeling in front of the summoning circle. Her bust swayed in response and he got a view down her top that made his cheeks heat up. "But," a finger tapped on full lips, "I doubt this cheap motel room is your Workshop?"

He blushed even more, waving his hands in front of him. "No, no, no! I, I just... I figured this motel would be a quiet place to summon you without disturbing others, and... Ugh, I'm bad at quick decisions..." He sighed, hanging his head.

She giggled again. A light, pretty, lovely giggle. "Wow, my Master's really cute this time, at least! Though I should warn you," Assassin stood upright again and rubbed the back of her head with a nervous chuckle, "I'm not a good servant for battle, eh hee hee."

As she giggled, his eyes were automatically drawn to the bounce it caused to her chest. Dammit... Why did he, a part-time boobman, have to summon the bustiest girl he'd ever seen outside of hentai? And she thought he was cute! Either she was being sincere, trying to get brownie points, or she was just a natural, shameless flirt... Either way was good with him! Still, a Servant who wasn't good for battle? But... She was an Assassin! Didn't they, like... straight up kill people? That was kinda the definition of an "assassin..." Unless Heroic Spirits defined an assassin differently?

Her eyes glanced to the priceless jewels sitting in front of him, which acted as the Catalyst for summoning her, some undecipherable light flashing through her eyes, but it passed as quickly as it came. She turned and flung herself on the motel bed, kicking her sandal-clad feet back and forth as she looked through some of the papers he had scattered there. "You're a Magus, hm? So you must be really smart. I guess we should work up a strategy, huh?"

He awkwardly pulled himself to his feet, trying not to look at her chest or legs as she sat on the motel bed and looked through his papers. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with two fingers, realizing they had slid down a bit. "Uh, yeah, I'm... My Magus family's pretty prestigious. I like to think I'm kinda smart, I guess..." he mumbled. But if Assassin wasn't any good in a fight... Well, his family's Magecraft wasn't really offensively-oriented, either. Were they screwed?

"Our best plan of action would most likely be gathering information for now," She explained as slender fingers thumbed through his notes on Grail Wars he gathered from his estate's library. "If we have to fight via direct combat we may not get very far on our own, sorry."

"Uh, it's fine... I'll think of something," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

She sat up and crossed one long leg over the other off the edge of the bed. "What's your name, cutie? Or shall I just call you Master?"

...Did she have to say the word so suggestively?

...Yes. Yes she did.

He blushed and rubbed the back of his head, glancing away from the astonishingly gorgeous woman sitting on the motel bed in front of him. "Uh... I'm Will Goldman..."