The Chaos Queen

You stepped out of the shadows that crowded at the dais holding her Majesty’s obsidian throne. The Chaos Queen was a master of dark magics and commanded an army of demons An athlete in her former life, before the enchanted circlet that came with her title fused itself to her skull. The crown warped her body and mind, driving her insane with a desire to rule the world or see it burn around her depending on her mood. Her unnaturally pale skin and blood red hair stood out brilliantly as she lounged naked on her dark throne.
“You summoned me your Majesty?” Your voice rumbled from beneath the hooded cloak you had shaped your shadows. Appearances mattered in your line of work, and the Chaos Queen always enjoyed what you called your cloak and dagger outfit.
“Ah, Wraith.” Her Majesty sat up on her throne, legs spread deliberately exposing her bald mound. Her black nipples hard points of contrast on her modest breasts. “Your response is timely as always.”
“It is a pleasure to serve.” Always flatter the client.
“Yes, I know.” She said without an ounce of conceit. “I have need of your skills with a somewhat delicate matter. A ****.” That explained why she called you. **** required a certain...delicacy the Queen lacked. Her prefered methods generally involved mayhem and lots of explosions. “My handmaid, shall provide you with the details.” She stood, her amazonian frame looming over you and she made a dismissive gesture. Bowing low, you turned and swept from the throne room.

Contrasting the dark air of the throne room, was a brightly lit waiting area. The Queen’s handmaid, or as most people call them personal assistant, sat at a desk to one side of the throne rooms doors which closed magically behind you. She looked up with momentary surprised at your appearance but recovered quickly. “Have a seat, I’ll be right with you.”
Emily Ross was one hundred percent mundane human, and had her job because she was the Chaos Queen’s best friend from before she was the Queen. She kept her job by being one of the best assistants in the villainy business. Dark skinned and voluptuous, you’d hit on her if you didn’t know about her long time boyfriend, one of the Queen’s demonic bull men. Grizzle had won the human woman’s heart with wine and roses, a bouquet of which sat in a vase on Emily’s desk.
“Alright, Wraith I’m ready for you.” You walked over to stand in front of her desk. “Her Majesty wants a simple ****. Preferably just disappeared. Feel free to leave a clue, the victim is going to be used as bait. Your payment, with half upfront, is fifty bars of gold, one kilogram each.” Now fifty bars might not should like much, but at a kilo a bar that added up to well over a million dollars. Emily handed you a file. ”This is who she would like taken.”