Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-5583506-20180603011720

With a sign of respect, Rodin took her hand and kissed it. He then approached the microphone as Katherine stepped down a set of stairs on the side of the stage.

"Miss Carlyle, everyone!" he said proudly, gesturing to the young lady. "Ottawa's very own nightingale! Now, as miss Carlyle gives her voice some well-deserved rest, let's enjoy some musical arrangements from the genius of Elmer Bernstein."

As Katherine approached the bar, Jaques gave her a discreet thumbs up, while serving the guests. She sat down by the disk and gazed out over the public.

''"Now..." ''the Cat began. "Try to look endearing... fragile... weak... Some American soldier might approach you. Try to woo you. If he does... well, there's your link to his higher-ups. We need to work our way up to them, one American at a time... And I'll be there to tie up the loose ends."

It sometimes scared her how straight forward the Cat was. There appeared to be not a single ounce of sympathy in her being. She couldn't help but worry and wonder over where this path would lead her eventually. But at the same time, she would be lying if she didn't acknowledge the fact that she was intrigued and curious to see to whatever end that would be.