You are my target and the assignment is to figure out where your secret base is. We're sitting down to dinner and my mind begins spinning with scenarios on how to extract the information I need from you. Torture? Mental manipulation? Reverse psychology? But as the date wears on, I begin to lose my more serious grip on things and just let things happen. You're...different...from my other targets. Charming, sophisticated, refined, not a thug or some dumbass henchman.

My cocktail dress slides up a little higher, showing more stockinged thigh than I usually do. I lean over more, showing more cleavage than I usually do. Clearly seduction is in order. Yes! I have to know you better and seduce you...uhhh...for my agency, of course, for the assignment. Yeah, that's it. It can't be for...personal reasons.So...tell me more about yourself. I say dreamily as I gaze deep into your eyes.