Lured?

"The talk? I just don't like showing my face, no need to be overly dramatic." Ayame was shocked to hear from Damien that she was the centre of attention.

"Well you see, it isn't allowed in the casino to wear masks due to security reasons, so when someone walks in with no problems of course it's going to grab the attention of everyone." Damien swirled the wine in his cup while explaining the significance of the mask. Ayame panicked for a moment as this was a clear oversight on her part, but it also helped her get to Damien, so in the end, it wasn't a bad idea.

'Tch no wonder people tried to approach me non-stop.' However, it instead made her annoyed as it made sense why so many people attempted to talk to her.

"But now you are safe, away from all the annoying loud peasants." The overconfidence oozed out of Damien which made Ayame want to vomit.

'I need to play along.' It was hard for her to not murder Damien, but she took a deep breath keeping herself in check.

"Indeed and I thank you for that, I felt like I was suffocating in there." Ayame kept her sharp gaze on Damien, making sure she showed no weakness in her body language and voice.

"Heh, how about going somewhere more private~." Damien's face was filled with lust and it took every fibre of Ayame's soul to not snap.

"S-sure and where will this place be?" Hating the words that came out of her mouth, she tried to seem interested.

"Follow me then, I'll show you." Damien stood up from the couch and offered his hand to Ayame. Reluctantly taking it, they walked out of the booth and headed towards the exit. Bodyguards followed them keeping any people wanting to get close away.

As they walked, Daimed locked arms with Ayame, which was too close for her, but she contained herself and to keep sane constantly said in her head it was for the mission.

Making it past the same set of guards that did the checks, Ayame noticed a small nod from the government agent. This was a much-needed confidence boost that she indeed had the right target.

'Kind of odd that the agent is interacting with me at all, usually they are stone cold and show no signs of knowing you.' Ayame found the behaviour of the agent to be out of the ordinary, but this was one of her biggest missions yet, so it made sense they would help in any way they can.

'I just hope the government isn't planning something.'

As she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a hand try to reach behind her.

"Oi!" Ayame glared at Damien who tried to wrap his arm around her waist.

"Sorry, sorry." He smirked thinking he was just being teased, but in reality, pissed Ayame off.

**

'Thank kitsune he is leading me to his room, was half expecting to go to a whorehouse or something.' Ayame realised they were getting very close to Damien's room which was good news for her. It would allow her to finally break character and torture Damien which got more exciting the more she thought about it.

'Never knew torture would be something I looked forward to.' It was a grim thought, but knowing she was allowed to, especially after all the touching made it all the more worth it.

Walking inside an elevator they made it to the 4th floor and the door opened, Ayame now had 100% confidence things were going to plan.

"Sorry it isn't the top floor, but I believe that doesn't bother you?" Damien was aware he didn't have the most expensive room, but he gathered Ayame wasn't the type for big penthouse rooms.

"It's fine." Ayame saw that it was room 420 and as soon as they entered she would begin the next phase of her mission.

Damien unlocked the door to his room and they let Ayame walk in first. Damien followed closely behind and activated the sensor Ayame put up confirming his identity.

However, as she walked into the bedroom, she was tackled to the ground. On the way down she hit her head on the corner of a dresser knocking her out.

***

'Ow! What the fuck happened?' Ayame slowly woke up and opened her eyes to a bright light. Adjusting to the light, she noticed it was still Damien's room. Then it hit her, remembering what she was doing beforehand and where she was.

'SHIT!' Looking around she was relieved to find her clothes still on, but her mask was taken off.

In front of her sat 3 people, with Damien in the middle and 2 bodyguards on either side. When she saw the guards, there was an important detail on one of them. The watch on one of the guards was the same one that was at the front doing security checks.

'Fuck.' Ayame's mind spiralled as she should have known something wasn't right ever since she noticed the odd behaviour.

'That's what I get for not doing it the regular way and being lazy.' Knowing there was a proper way to check if they were a real official Ayame had gotten lazy since not once has she encountered a fake.

'Now that I think about it, it has been a few years so it's not surprising people have caught on and are trying to recreate it.' The more she thought about it, the more it made sense and how stupid she was for not being extra careful.

"Now little miss pretty face, what is your purpose?" Damien held a pistol in his hand while leaning in closer to Ayame.

"Tch, what makes you think I will talk?"

'These ropes don't limit my magic. They don't know I'm a kitsune." After she gained her bearings, she noticed her restraints didn't stop her from casting spells. This was a major clue as it told her that Damien isn't aware of the kitsune race and isn't in the supreme class of people where it is common knowledge.

"Don't get cocky with me, you are lucky you're hot otherwise I would have killed you already." Damien licked his lips while pushing the gun up against her head which would set off Ayame since she couldn't take the clear lust on his face any longer.

"So be it." She let out a sigh and drew a small kitsune symbol with her finger. Lighting the ropes on fire, they burnt in an instant without any of them noticing.

"Oh? Going to be a good girl now?" Damien pulled away the gun hoping to get some answers.

"Melgrid!" Yelling the wind kitsune god's name a green circle appeared in front of Ayame and a gust of wind rushed towards the men. All of them went flying back into the wall, giving her a chance to move.

Pulling out the dagger from her chest, she went to one of the bodyguards and stabbed them in the neck.

Before she could kill the next guard, Damien and the second guard got up from the ground.

"Don't move bitch!" Damien looked extremely disoriented as it didn't make sense to him what just happened. However, he still aimed the gun at Ayame, threatening to shoot her.

Ayame quickly put the dagger back in her chest and raised her hands, hoping he wouldn't shoot.

"Get her!" Damien yelled at his guard to get closer to restrain her again.

The guard slowly walked up to Ayame, but this would be a fatal mistake. Ayame released her kitsune traits which gave her better access to her magic and the ability to do more complex spells. She then chanted Akene the kitsune of fire and fire appeared on her hands.

The guard looked in shock, not sure what to do as he had never seen anything like this before. While he was shocked, Ayame grabbed a hold of the guard's wrists and used him as a body shield.

Damien saw the transformation and wanted to shoot, but his own guard got in the way.

"Damn it you!" He knew he was in danger and decided to cut his losses. Not wanting to draw attention with a gunshot, he lowered his gun and ran towards the door.

Ayame seeing him run, quickly pulled out her dagger and stabbed the guard in the back. Dropping his body to the ground, she called for Malgrid and increased her speed.

Before Damien could even touch the door, Ayame was already behind him. He turned his head and the feeling of death washed over him. He tried to aim his pistol, but as soon as he moved his hand, Ayame threw her dagger, pinning his hand to the door.

"AHH, FUCK!" While yelling in pain, he tried to grab the dagger, but when his hand touched the hilt, it was like he was touching a hot iron.

"Oh my~ how the tables have turned." Kicking the gun away from Damien, she smiled, glad that things worked out. However, this taught Ayame a valuable lesson to never be lazy again for the sake of time.

"Now let's get you in that chair."