Here's an offer darling
"Your...counsel is here," the guard says to Calvin as he opens the door wider for the woman to enter. The pause there was because he'd never seen counsel who quite looked like this before. The woman entered a room like she owned it, and strutted with such confidence you couldn't question her. Not to mention that body and the fact that what she wore showed it off perfectly, a striking all white outfit, everything just a bit tighter than norm, the pencil skirt just a bit shorter than most were made...you couldn't take your eyes off her. And she knew it.
Well of course Emma knew all these thoughts running through the man's head as he opened the door for her, she didn't need telepathy to figure it out from the way he tried not to check her out. So she took just a bit more satisfaction as she'd come down the hallways with a tad more hipsway to draw his eye. There were so many ways to have control, owning your sexuality was one. It probably could've gotten her in just fine, but it'd been child's play to get past the desk sergeant, plant images of the proper paperwork and all the right suggestions to get her a meeting with one imprisoned youth. Always better to have that evaluatory period, especially since her targeted recruit would be cuffed for the meeting.
As she entered she reached into the guard's mind to get him to let them be until she called him back, she wouldn't have any time limits ruining anything.
"Calvin Rankin? I'm your counsel, we'll be discussing your situation." Clip clip of heels as she walked to the chair opposite the young man and took her seat, crossing her legs (just the right amount of leg showing) and nodding to the guard to dismiss him.
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