There was a woman standing just inside the door to my house! I was part-shocked, part-scared, but mostly confused... for it was a rather stunning red-headed woman.
Dressed in a full-body leather catsuit, her cinnamon locks practically glowed in the early morning light. Her body was that of an athlete; slim but muscular, with curves in all the right places. The zipper to her body-hugging suit was pulled down to her chest, revealing ivory-white cleavage with just a smattering of freckles along the top. Her face was angular yet feminine, and her lips were a ruby-red that matched her hair.
I was too stunned to even dive for cover, and the intruder instantly spotted me.
"Bloody hell," she murmured in a rich, cultured British accent. "This house was supposed to be empty."
Despite her words, I didn't sense much hostility... mostly annoyance. As if to emphasize the point, she sighed deeply.
"Looks like a change in plans."
She took a step towards me, and finally my muscles sprung into action... and I collapsed onto my rear end, stuttering like an imbecile.
"W-who are y-you?" I squeaked out, with about as much manliness as a kitten.
The woman tilted her head, and a small smile appeared on her thick full lips. "I am Saeva Dupont, world-reknown art thief," she stated, as if it were common knowledge. She glanced at my apron, and smiled a little more. "And you appear to be a chef who cooks in the nude?"
Shaking my head dumbly, I muttered, "Uh...no."
Saeva sighed, clearly more amused with the situation than anything. "Well, then perhaps you can help me out, my nude little man. You see, my scouting reported that this home of yours would be empty for the next several months. I had intended to use it as my safehouse during my next heist, but now there appears to be a wrinkle in my plans..."
I stared at the woman before me, trying to think of something witty to say. Unfortunately, all I did was nod ever so slightly.
"So, how about this," Saeva said with her aluring accent, "I use your house, and you don't interfere with my preparations. In exchange, you get to witness the greatest art thief in the world work her magic."
I thought for a moment, before saying...
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