"Are you a spy?"
The question put an amused smirk on the vixen's lips and a brilliant twinkle in her eyes. Or perhaps the moonlight streaking through the glass and illuminating the arboretum was playing tricks on you again.
"Now hun... we both know I can't answer that."
She took a sip of her glass of a liquid you couldn't quite identify, likely trying to determine that herself.
"If I said no, you'd think me a liar. And if I said yes, I'd be giving away the game! So I'm afraid I'll have to give you a very unsatisfactory... perhaps~"
Her wink is quick. Ephemeral.
"That makes it my turn!" she announces, gesturing at you with her free hand. "My 19th question, then... have you been answering these honestly?"
...she'd gotten this far in your game of 20 Questions - a game that was her suggestion, at a meeting she arranged - and she only asked that now?
This woman was... strange. Not foolish. She was too quick, too confident, too deliberate to be a fool.
"I think I have," you reply, repaying her strangeness in turn.
She has no objections to your answer. It gets a soft chuckle out of her even. Sharp teeth flash in her sharpened maw.
"Good. That makes this much more fun."
She gazes at you through cogent glasses, broadcasting expectation; only your best will satisfy her, it says. You don't want to disappoint.
You want to think of the perfect question. You were here to extract as much from her as possible. You were here for as much of her as possible.
But only one query comes to mind.
"Why are you only asking me personal questions?"
She stills. You see a new emotion within her, one besides adroit aloofness. It's... surprise? Epiphany? Recognition?
And then her poker face descends once again.
"Because we already know all about you, love. But I wanted to know all about you. Personally. Intimately."
A shiver runs through you. The vixen looks into you. You feel naked.
"Oh, come on now," she coos, drifting ever so slightly closer. "If you were faint of heart, neither of us would have wanted you up here. And besides... I haven't even asked my last question!"
All you can do is brace.
"Can I kiss you?" she asks, lilt light as reverie.
You answer with your mouth, not with your words.
She tastes exactly like you thought she would; cigars and charcoals and bitters and whispers and curses and conspiracies and one-night stands and little deaths and big sleep and...
She's the one who has to pull away from you. Not afraid you'll learn too much, but afraid you'll learn it too soon.
"Who are you?" you ask, finally, stupidly, wasting your breath on something you know she won't answer.
But her response is... "I'd love to show you."
She places her glass on a nearby table before reaching for the lapels of her black trench coat.
"But it would seem I'm out of questions! Yet you still have so much delectable information, such luscious secrets, and I have such a craving for them..."
You don't dare think of stopping her.
Claws rend the top in one seamless flourish, revealing assets that had only been hidden by your own morality. After all, she'd worn nothing but that coat. No bra. No bottoms. No panties. And now, all she wore was that lustful vulpine grin.
"If only there were some other way I could repay you~"
You don't care what she knows. You don't care that she set you up.
You want to give her everything.
"You want me?" you ask, dismissing the facade that this rendezvous was anything more than depraved machinations.
But still, she replies. "How about let our bodies answer that?"
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OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT has been RELEASED to the SCP Foundation-verse 
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