Shadeee followed her fellow gang member into the chambers keeping to the shadows. Shadeee was known around there town well and was a famous pocket picker. She was accustomed to not making sounds. Once there she came out and lent against there dead leaders chair. "Sad is it not Shadow?" She paused and looked across, sultry, straight into shadows eyes. "That our leader is now gone..." Her hand ran across the top of the chair "... I wonder, who will take his place?" Shadeee leaned in across the chair licking her lips suggestively, her silky skimp red garments she had stolen from a sex store showed off her figure well. *Plonk* She dropped herself onto the cold stiff leather lifting her feet into the table revealing some more stolen goods. Simple black heals. "Shall I keep it warm for our new leader?"

Shadeee's fingernails matched her dress and red lipstick. Attached to her bare thighs she had many daggers at the ready. Her body a strong hour glass shaped figure.