I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
Her current case, quite the troublemaker. A case specifically requested by Winston, ideal really. If she was going to garner the Magic Council Member's trust, sex alone would not accomplish this. She needed to prove that he could trust her to complete certain tasks, and fortunately for her, this one wasn't morally questionable. Rather, it was actually very much in her jurisdiction. Tahoma, last name unknown, was a recognised criminal although a curious one at that. The suspicious behaviours of governing officials had led to an investigation, weeks of result has shown no signs of magical manipulation or possession. The officials very much of sound mind. However, there were some inconsistencies that remained unexplained, ones that finally were explained by a discreet security camera hidden behind the rails of a fire escape.
As apparent governer, Matthew Lagneir stepped into the shadowy confines of the alleyway, he would undergo a transformation. Into the body of 'Tahoma', this had led to significant research on the individual impersonating government officials. Albeit data was sparse, aside from his name and recent whereabouts there wasn't much else to work with. But that was fine, because that's all Lilith needed.
Her contacts had told her that Tahoma was last spotted on Shadow Island, which she had soon found her way to. Narrowing his local to the village of 'Vlakomir', she wanders the streets idly. It was dark and gloomy here, not the kind of place she would usually haunt, but work was work. Her emerald gaze scanning the buildings, one by one, looking for the location her intelligence had suggested he might be staying in. After several minutes of walking, she would spot the decrepit place; 'Hecate's Helm.'
She adjusted her path, moving toward the inn, as she reached the doors she pushed them open without hesitation. Pulling her dark cloak around her, she scanned the damp hotel, it was worn down, that was for sure. It had hints of history, signs of a one plush carpet, trodden with soil. Maybe it had been a nice location, once upon a time, but this was no longer the case. Lili made her way to the bar, casually glancing around the room in an attempt to see if her target was here. She could see figures, but none she recognised from the reports, there were also a few hooded individuals whose face she couldn't see. As the bartender approached her, he grunted in such a way as to offer his service. "Can I get a gin and tonic, and a room, if there's one available."