17

Whenever she closed her eyes she could still feel his body on her, and a lingering whisper of his breath on the side of her face. She understood that he was a man, she loved it even. Snippets of the first time she had to seduce a man flashed through her mind. Lilith had forced on a tight leather dress on her and dabbed her face with makeup.

“Your body,” Lilith had whispered when she powdered Alice’s face, “is your deadliest weapon, it would be a shame not to use it.”

Her nineteen-year-old self would just nod. At the time, guns, knives, and incognito missions were her niche, she was quivering in her feet at just the thought of a man touching her hand but she knew men in that line of work would want to do more than touching. Lilith taught her that not all jobs could be done with guns blazing, some needed a more a delicate approach. Use your body in such a way that you don’t need sex to get what you want, she was often told. After that day, she mastered the art of her body, earning nods