Get the girl.

As you cross the bar heading over to the devil girl you soon realize she isn’t simply dressed in a costume. Apparently she is only wearing a pair of knee high leather boots with 6” stiletto heels and a small 1” platform, a pair of long black also leather fingerless gloves, a black leather thong, a pair of 1” diameter gold nipple rings, matching ear rings, and a thick tongue stud. Her skin is actually a deep bronze almost red. Factoring in her heels you figure she is about 5’7” and very slender, built like a model, with perfect c cup breasts, and her hair is short and black. To finish that perfect devil look she has a cybernetic prehensile tail with a thick forked head roughly 3” across and a pair of somewhat curved horns nearly 5” long on the top of her head. Quickly looking around to see if anyone is watching you simply grab her hand and haul her into the bathroom and out of sight.

“What? Who are you? Let me go, my friends will never let you out of here alive.” You can see the look of panic in her eyes as she struggles to get away, her strength easily matching yours, you decide not to fight her and simply pull your pistol and level it at her face. This shuts her up for a second, before she begins to cry, “Please don’t do this. This isn’t fair, people do this all the time, why is everyone after me. Pulling this off was supposed to be my ticket to getting rep and getting hired, this sucks.”

“Look, I don’t know why but there are a lot of people looking for you. The people I work for want you alive, I am guessing that isn’t the case for the other side. The way I see it you got two choices, come with me, or die.”

“You could just let me go.” She pleads, “I would do anything.” She gives you her best ‘fuck me’ look, even showing off her obviously lengthened tongue seductively.

Just then the door bursts open and you realize how stupid it was to try to take her like that, obviously if she was hiding here in plain sight, she had backup. As the door opens you do the only thing you can think of, you are on her in a flash spinning her around and putting your pistol to her head in that ever so classic bad guy move and even almost laugh as you hear yourself saying the classic line every villain utters before the hero blows his brains out, “Back off or I kill her.”

Her friends quickly fill the entry of the women’s room. The first one in the room is a female 5’6” clad from neck to ankle to wrist in a black rubber suit with spikes around her wrists, neck, ankles, and running down the sides of her arms and legs as well as down her spine. She also wears a rubber hood covering all but her mouth, bright red lipstick and nail polish, and a deep purple ball gag in her mouth. She walks like a cat on all fours, her arms even seeming a bit elongated but her hands and feet are bare and she appears unarmed other than her long finger and toe nails being slightly longer than normal and possibly reinforced.

The second to enter is a beautiful woman with a shoulder length bob cut bright blue hair and deep tan skin. She wears a yellow shimmering slightly metallic small bikini top over her perfect d cup breasts. Her body is a thing of perfection with the long lean form of a supermodel standing 5’9” tall and towering even taller on her 5” heel tiny golden open toe sandals. The only other thing she wears is a small blue tight skirt that reveals the strap of her shiny bikini bottom that matches her top. She carries a huge revolver that your data link tells you is a .666 cal hellbore super magnum indicating her arm is reinforced cybernetic or the recoil would tear her hand from her body.

Your hopes of getting out of here alive grow slimmer still as a third friend slips just inside the door. She is yet another statuesque beauty standing just under 5’7” but is just as tall as her friend with her black 8” stiletto heel sandals with large 4” platforms and straps tying just under her knees. She is obviously of Japanese heritage with long flowing black hair. She wears long skin tight black pants with wide open bottoms that only barely reveal her pink toenail polish. Her top is basically two straps of black cloth that start at pants 5” wide meeting just below her navel and stretching up her body over her breasts getting steadily smaller as they rise meeting as a strap behind her neck. She has a tattoo of a black cross partially visible on her chest and a sword down her spine with a snake coiling up it with the head hissing at the pommel. She carries a smallish sub machine gun your display indicates is a .32 cal whisper, a completely silent but relatively low power high fire rate weapon. Odd you think, it is almost too weak to penetrate any body armor.

The last to appear not even able to enter the now crowded bathroom is yet another near supermodel. She stands tallest at 5’9” and is perched towering above the others on a pair of 7” heel thigh high boots, the bottom of which are made to look like hooves and her legs appear to have another joint in them to bend back like a horse. She is clad in a tight black rubber bodysuit cut down to the navel and with open arms. She has a fiery red mane of hair that falls to just above her ass and carries an **** rifle your display tells you is a 7.62 cal AK-47 inspired Bulgarian weapon modified to fire ultra high velocity titanium core caseless rounds capable of penetrating even light vehicle armor. She chomps down on a shining silver bit gag basically confirming they are all clearly speaking together on cyber comms.

The blue haired beauty is the first to respond to your threat with a similar gesture, pointing her massive pistol at your head, “If you do it will be your last mistake. Give her to us or I kill you.”

“Fuck. Look I know I am holding your friend with a gun to her head. I know you have no reason to listen to me, but there are a hell of a lot of guards out there, and two really tough operatives, all of which want her dead. All of you bursting in here with your guns out are sure to let them know something is going on. My employer wants Misty alive. Let me walk out of here with her and I promise I won’t let her die.” You know just how fucked you are in here if bullets start flying, so you do the only thing you can think of to possibly gain their trust, and simply lower your weapon, however you do not let go of Misty’s arm.