[As follows are the events that lead up to here, here, and here.]
[M for possible language and allusion to sexual content.]
[M for possible language and allusion to sexual content.]
A dingy old abandoned warehouse was not the location that Fujiko Mine had expected to be given the coordinates to, when she'd gotten a message from Lupin that morning. She found herself alarmingly overdressed for such a hovel, and in such a quiet little town, too. Not exactly the place she'd pictured to be invited to, when Lupin had written that he finally needed to make use of that favor she owed him. The thing had been looming over her for years now, and some large part of her had certainly been hoping that it was nothing more than a night (or seven) of passion in some ritzy penthouse suite. Lupin was a fine lover. That would have been the easiest end to that debt she owed.
But then... Lupin, lecherous though he was, wasn't the type at all to ask for something like that on the premise of it being a favor. She found herself in Lupin's bed, and he in hers, on more than one occasion by nothing more than choice, or coincidence. No, it was always a more likely occurrence that Lupin was going to call her in for some kind of job—whether it be for her to play some role in it, or to rescue him after a botched one, when that gunman of his couldn't cut it. But... he would have told her something about that. Anything, really. What to wear at least, which he'd never do for something more intimate.
But this warehouse... didn't exactly fit the bill for either option. Or perhaps it would, if she walked inside. But currently, she was still wrestling with the embarrassment of having shown up to a giant concrete box of a building in an elegant black dress with a white fur coat.