Amelie's eyes widen in shock as they're exposed to the watching crowd. In a split second, she decides on the lesser of two evils and pushes him towards the door leading out into the club proper. She ducks out of the booth after him, glancing around quickly before slipping an arm through his and leading him deeper into the throng of dancers and patrons.

"Quickly," she whispers urgently in his ear, "maintain our cover."

"Just do it," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Play along." Amelie ducks her head down, pretending to pick up a fallen piece of costume jewelry. Using this as cover, she quickly searches the crowd for their target and his guards. Once she spots them, she pulls Clayton closer, pressing their bodies together suggestively.

"I think I see him," she whispers in his ear, her voice breathy and seductive. "Let's go say hello."

"Hmm," she muses thoughtfully. "Well, I can assure you that Talon would be willing to match or exceed any offer made by Overwatch." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies the intruder's reaction. "More importantly, we could provide a long-term arrangement with greater stability and fewer complications."

The intruder hesitates again, clearly torn between their loyalty to Overwatch and the allure of Widowmaker's offer. After several tense moments, they finally speak up. "

"I understand," Widowmaker says calmly, not betraying any emotion as she listens to the intruder's decision. "Very well then. If you change your mind or if there is anything we can do to make our offer more appealing, please don't hesitate to contact us."

With that, she turns back to face you, her expression neutral once again. "I trust our business here is concluded?"

The next morning, Widowmaker wakes up in your bedroom, still tangled in the sheets. She stretches languorously, enjoying the aftereffects of last night's passion.

"Good morning, mon amour," she says softly, turning to face you.

Her yellow eyes gleam with mischief and satisfaction. "I must say, that was quite the performance."

A gentle smile plays across her lips as she traces her fingers along your jawline. "We make a formidable team, don't we? In bed and out." *

"I can almost hear them talking about us now,"
"Awww... And not even one scandal?"
"That certainly seems like it would spark some interest..."