"Mmmf--"
>You groan and turn, feeling the blanket brush against your cheeks
>You slowly open your eyes to the strange environment
>Where is this place?
>The blanket falls off your torso as you get up, exposing your breasts to the light coming from the massive windows nearby
"Right," you mutter, "the hotel room"
>The room is sparsely decorated, mostly with faded plastic furniture
>You see your keycard on the writing desk, and bits of your clothes strewn about
>You yawn and stretch, trying to fill in the gaps from the night before
>The sudden crushing drowsiness in the elevator
>Stumbling and groping your way to your room
>Nearly missing the keycard
>Stripping out of your clothes and falling asleep
"I must've been dead tired"
>You swing your legs around and slide off the lofty bed
>The fresh, crisp linen rubs underneath your rear and bare thighs
>It feels surprisingly good
>You walk up to the window, wearing nothing but panties, not caring if anyone sees your exposed form
>The sunlight tickles your skin and makes you feel giddy
>Wait a minute...
>You tilt your head this way and that
>The landscape, dotted with recognizable Shadowbolt City landmarks, don't shift the way you'd expect it to
"Oh, right. Underground hotel."
>You sigh, slightly annoyed, and bang at the window
>It flickers for a second and displays [Please do not open] message in red, right across the "sky"
>You scoff and get dressed, replaying the previous day's events
>Slut Sunset's mission
>Lots of sex
>X-COP squad
>Pinkie
>You notice that your blouse has buttons now
>You button it up and tuck it under your skirt, looking more like a proper schoolgirl
>The thigh-highs roll on next as you contemplate what to do next

--

>You close your room door behind you and walk towards the elevator 
>One of the doors is slightly open
>Room 200
"Pinkie..."
>Not sure what to expect, you push through and enter her room
>Her room is a mirror image of yours, except with Pinkie's stuff strewn about
>"Oh, hey Dashie"
>Pinkie waves at you, clad in only her Sailor Moon cosplay leotard
"H-hey, sleep well?"
>"Kinda," she replies, stepping into a pink skirt and pulling it up to her waist
>You watch her zip it up, tugging it down slightly into place
"Can we talk for a moment?"
>"Okay, keep talking"
"About my bank heist, I mean"
>Pinkie's hand stops while tying the big bow of her cosplay, just below the small of her back
>"I don't know, Dashie," she says, looking away. "I kinda don't wanna. But I won't stop you."
"What exactly happened?"
>Pinkie takes your hand and guides you to her bed
>You two sit next to each other, feeling the mattress creak under your combined weight
>"The info was good. Everything was up-and-up"
"Well, I kinda got blown up"
>"I know, and I felt horrible"
>Pinkie clutches at your hand
>"I checked and checked, everything was good, but I still didn't want you to go, remember? A gut feeling. Something wasn't right, Dashie, and you got blown up to pieces"
>You recall the foggy bits of memory in your head
>Waltzing in like a schoolgirl depositing her club money
>The terrified looks as you fired your rifle in the air
>The sudden explosion and agony
"Pinkie..."
>You consider telling her about how a "friend" of yours found the Corporate Damages Recovery Act clauses plastered all over your case file, but decide to swallow the words
>You can't think of a way to explain away Slut Sunset without revealing her identity or your work probation contract
>Pinkie continues
>"All my Low River District contacts went silent after that damned airstrike. They probably thought I was compromised and that's how you got caught. But I checked, dammit! I didn't set you up to kill you!"
>She hurls a knife out of nowhere, fuming
>The knife is buried in the wall, almost to the handle
"Hey, hey, calm down"
>Pinkie looks at you, her lips spread out in a wicked grin
>There's fury and tears in her eyes 
>"But it's okay. All okay. You made it back to me somehow, like a good friend. Did you think of me as they put you back together, Dashie?"
"Uhm..."
>You sweat a little
"All I remember is waking up in my cell in pure agony, b-b-but I'm sure I thought of you a lot when they were piecing me back together! H-haha..."
>Pinkie leans in and nibbles at your neck, taking a whiff of your hair
>She shudders and moans
>"Really, Dashie? You thought of me like that? You made it back alive to me for my sake?"
"H-hell yeah, Pinks. All the way"
>You feel her canines softly stroking against your cheek
>"Oh, I'm so lucky to have you as my friend, Dashie..."

>What now?
Gear:
Custom Shock Katana (Primary)
M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
TX-9 Compact Rifle (BAT: 90%)
Location garter 

Items:
Glim-Pad (Access to church's database)
MegaPass (free autocab rides)

Actions:
>Okay, there's no way you can keep this up without slipping up or blurting out something you shouldn't. Gently end the conversation, holds hands with Clingy to the main operations area and get briefed with Starlight.
>Clingy's your friend. You need to tell her about Slut Sunset, the work probation contract, and the corporate-whatsits sealing your case file... Even if she loses her shit over you keeping secrets from her.
>This is creepy-sexy as hell, but you need to get this conversation back on track. Keep talking to Clingy so you can calm her down and bang more girls without worrying about pulling her devil trigger!
>To be fair, every spy movie damsels are kinda fucked in the head, so Pinkie's a perfect fit! Pounce at her and rut her like it's yesterday afternoon all over again.
>write-in