You will be playing the role of Mellony Todd
the buxom vixen femme fatale, or an
equivalent OC, working as a spy for
higher ups. Her mission is quite
straight forward - find out what the deal
is with this mysterious Orichalcum, and
get to the bottom of the case.
An experienced veteran detective on the case.
Hector is a bold stallion with a steel resolute.
Once he's on a case he won't stop trotting.
Now he's got one hell of a mystery to deal with.
With his partner, the pair of you will attempt to
find out just what is going on with this
mysterious metal. He's also hung like a horse.
Capital City, the morning was hot. The chief of police slammed the new case on his table with a face of rage like he'd been wronged, but Hector didn't wrong him. Sure, he was a bit of a Maverick, but the hardest cases he could crack, and the strangest faces he would crack. The scruffy, experienced detective was more than ready to kick some ass and shut down some crooks - but sadly, all it seemed he had was a drug bust.
Oracle, a new drug on the scene, popularized for people getting prophetic delusions of future predictions among hallucinogens, euphoria, and an intense crash. Hector had the privilege of cracking down on the Oracle disposers of Capital City and bringing them to justice. The strange thing was, though, after bringing in samples there was an unidentified metal in the substance. A metal that dealers all called Orichalcum. The idea of it brought a furrow to Hector's brow as he decided to do some research on the thing - and nothing conclusive other than it being some fictional metal Greek philosophers spoke of in allegory. Indeed it didn't seem to be anything conclusive at all. That all changed, however, when she turned up in his office.
Mellony Todd, a foxy vixen. With sky blue eyes and dark blonde hair, she walked into his office like sex on legs. Her shapely hips swinging like a sensual pendulum, her cigarette casually rocked between two fingers, her huge tits snuggled in her strapless red dress jiggling just right with every single step closer to Hector's desk. The stallion kept his face but his pants felt damn tighter than before, as he sat up and asked "How can I help you, ma'am?" expecting this woman to be nothing more than a gorgeous dame in need of help. He hardly expected what he heard her say.
"Detective Hector Ahern?"
"Good, I'm Lupa Lyall, I work with the higher ups. You'll be working for me now."
With a furrowed brow, Hector stood up and furrowed his brow at the unamused wolf. She glared back, calm, cool, collected. Hector didn't mind his boss giving him orders, but a random woman walking down to his office and telling him he worked for her? That pissed him off. His ego sank, though, as soon as she flashed the I.D. and the papers at him. Hector had never needed a partner before, and he worried this dame would get in the way - but she was assigned to him for a big reason. They were digging into something more than just a simple drug ring. Orichalcum had a secret and they were going to bust it wide open.
This is a long term mix between a Noir Detective film and some Indiana Jones.
Naturally the tension between the two partners, the spy and the detective, will build to some deliciously steamy events.