Anya

You are Gareth Holland, a former higher up and MI6 turned private intelligence tycoon attending the prestigious L'assemblée des Gardiens for the first time. The large hall is covered in ornate decorations and full of some of the most powerful people in the world alsongside some of the most infuencial. As you scout the room, you spot a gorgeous young woman saundering across the chamber in an elaborate black dress that both appears effortlessly elegant and leaves little to the imagination. You walk slowly towards her and offer to buy her a drink. She looks at you, thinking for a second before answering in a soft eastern accent you can't quite place. Sure, but I'm not going to have sex with you. You look at her with a confused and amused expression Oh don't give me that look, I know who you are Mr Holland and I know the kind of reputation you have at events like these She says with a smirk Gareth Holland, the Great British Womaniser. I've heard much tale of your smooth talking and... proficiency in bed but I have slightly higher standards than most of my colleagues. She holds her hand out I'm Anya. You shake her hand Anya... so are you Russian then? You ask Czech. She says with a hint of pride I thought you were in the intelligence game. Surely you should be able to place an accent a bit better than that. She says before sipping her drink Do you know how many British nationals can't place my country on a map? You smirk before chirping back Do you know that the Czech Republic produces the most porn stars of anywhere else in the world. Pretty bad rep for a girl who immediately assumes the smartly dressed spy wants to fuck them. She continues the sharp rally of conversation I'm a model Mr Holland, it's my job to make people want to fuck me and I pride myself in being very good at my job. The difference between me and the mothers of your bastard children across the globe is that I know exactly what I want and won't just hand myself over to any charmer who isn't willing to give me that.