Catch Vaarvel off her guard by using the modulator (Remote Voice Modulator -1)

A risky scheme occurred to you. The cautious part of your brain wondered if it was worth the cost... but the bold part reminded the cautious part that there weren't a lot of chances to catch Vaarvel off her guard. First off, you made the token effort: you suggested Vaarvel should volunteer to go on stage and give the crowd a show so exciting that they'd all focus on her. From that position, she could additionally see the whole crowd.

"Ha ha ha! You do have some funny ideas, Mister Speck. And what, pray tell, do you suggest I entertain them all with? My body? You've caught me unarmed... I can't even perform a magic trick."

You'd expected her to laugh it off. That was fine. It gave you the opportunity to give her the extra push she needed... Once she'd gotten over her own jokes and stopped chuckling, you grabbed the remote voice modulator from her pocket, which you'd been using to record her voice. You set the range... a little to the right, to match her position. Once you'd gotten it there, you pushed the button to activate it. Her voice spoke up at a loud volume.

"I can- perform a- trick- with- my body."

You'd worried it would come out choppy, but actually, the CEDIT technology seamlessly glued her words together. No one could tell that you'd actually been the one to project the voice... no one except her, of course.

The smile the woman turned towards you this time was just as eerie as when it was shadowed by her full mask. She grabbed hold of your trouser's thigh for a moment... then squeezed hard enough to smash the device in your pocket. "You do like to gamble, don't you?" Despite the painful squeeze and damage of CEDIT property, you thought you sensed something else in her voice... maybe a little bit of surprise? Maybe a little "game respects game?"

"Well, this sounds like a trick we all want to see! Come on up! What's your name, ma'am?" The Serpentine Sportsman sounded excited by her promise.

"Vanessa." Vaarvel answered with good speaking volume as she made her way towards the stage. Her natural catwalk strut made her look perfectly comfortable, even performing in front of all of these dangerous terrorists. Furthermore, even in front of all of these oddballs, something about her still managed to be attention grabbing... of course, the look of her hips and bust in that dress wasn't hurting things. "I feel a bit silly doing this in front of so many people, but I do hope you'll take some enjoyment from it."

"Ha ha ha ha! Let's give her a hand, folks!"

The audience cheered loudly, as Vaarvel ascended the stage to stand next to the Sportsman. Fearlessly, she crossed her arms, then faced towards the crowd... then, with a swift motion, she managed to pull her entire dress away from her body by the bust-line, yanking it upwards as though it had been a handkerchief being pulled through the circle of one's fingers as part of a magic act. That didn't make sense... you'd made careful note of her dress's zipper earlier! How did it come off that way?!

Either way, the motion left her in a white bra-and-panty set, with a strapless top and high-legged lower portion, semi-transparent in places such that little was left to the imagination. The color created a great contrast with her skin-tone... you found your own attention grasped as strongly as that of anyone in the audience. There was no way anyone was focusing on an evil scheme with this going on. Still... that was more of a magic trick than a trick with her body. Did she have something else in store?

Confidently, the lady agent placed one hand upon the Sportsman's shoulder... then lifted her leg, slowly, from the floor, keeping just her toes of her left foot on the stage while the right went higher and higher. Impossibly high... she brought it all the way past the guy's head, then wrapped it so that the ankle rested upon his shoulder. Next, she contorted further, so that her hands were on the floor... then shot her other foot around the other way, so that she had the guy's head wrapped in her legs. Next, she pushed up off the floor, then touched each hand to her feet... It didn't look possible! Her body had formed some sort of ring, like a front-facing back-pack, hanging onto the blonde Adder agent! You finally understood that the "trick" you'd mentioned and she'd paid service to was the skill of a contortionist...

In hindsight, you were pretty lucky that she actually had something that fit those words...

"Holy shit! Give it up for Vanessa, people! Trust me, the view's better up here though, ga ha ha ha ha!"

"Vanessa" slowly uncoiled herself from the host, then bowed to the audience. Given Tschau's continued radio silence and the fact that Vaarvel wasn't jumping into action either, you had to assume nobody had made any dangerous moves in the mean time. She took her dress back, holding it over one arm, then descended the stage, striking an alluring figure in her lingerie.

"I can't wait to pay you back for this, Ciao... You had best start training your own flexibility~"

You gulped. Somehow, your own ally felt more threatening than the super-weapon that was about to be unveiled.