The air in the opulent hotel suite was thick with the scent of spent passion and expensive scotch. Aurora, known tonight as 'Rosa,' slid off the bed, a quiet hiss escaping her lips at the sudden chill. Her eyes, cool green and calculating, watched as the man, still flushed from their encounter, tossed a used condom into the bin.

"Did you cum, baby?" he purred, his voice a husky whisper. Aurora hummed in response, a practiced lie, her fingers already deftly unlatching the necklace from his throat.

She moved with an almost predatory grace, dressing quickly, the stolen trinket a cold weight in her pocket. "Yes, you know how things are, love, but I'm sure that we would be getting around meeting sometimes," she said, her tone light, a perfect blend of regret and allure.

He pulled her back for a final kiss, his lips demanding, but her mind was already miles away, planning her escape. As the elevator doors chimed open, she pulled out her phone, shedding the red wig and bald cap, revealing her true dark hair. The familiar number dialed, and a low voice answered.

"The job is done, Alpha," Aurora murmured into the phone, the alcohol's warmth beginning to fade, leaving a sharp edge of reality in its wake.