Manipulator Femme Fatale

●Back in New York city●

Renna Amaryllis opened the sealed mouth of the brown paper packaging, which was folded inwardly thrice and began eating her mayo fries, it seemed odd more likely an ill mannered behaviour for a lady who just had paid earlier with a black card, other than the expensive clothes on her body which were worth a few hundred dollars or maybe more, nothing was justifying her behaviour. 

Wearing Gucci in feet and Chantelle, two costly brands on her beautiful figure, which hugged her silhouette like a bodycon dress at the right places, exposing her flat yet toned tummy, Renna began to walk along the street, keeping her track on the left side of the road. The lady seemed careless but was actually fully aware of her surroundings, her cautious mind was running on a fast pace, hearing and analysing every sound in the street.

'Finally I am a free soul. It is good to feel this sensation again while being in this prison city!'

Chewing on her fries slowly while holding the packet in her right hand, the lady devoured the taste and the cripsy crunch of the strange spicy coating, whilst she took baby steps, intending to head towards the main junction in order to board a cab.

'It's not that bad either.'

She muddled to herself, commenting on the taste of her mayo fries, unknowingly raising her both eyebrows on the surprisingly good taste, the first time she showed a pleasant reaction. 

The New York city had its perks but such an expensive place was not fair to everyone but perhaps Renna Amaryllis was an exception, only because she was having a black card? 

But was it enough to deal with the things and tackle the hardships of the New York city, which welcomes everyone but isn't merciful to many.

Renna finished her fries and licked her lips and fingers which were covered with delectable mayo, the sight was such an intimate art that if any man was passing the street on a fortunate day, might have released in his pants after seeing how that hellenic beauty was garnering the attention of opposite gender without even trying.

While walking in that street Renna seemed to misfit into her surroundings, old apartments which were possibly given the orders of demolition were at her left hand, quite contrasting to her youthful appearance, although the whole row was a few yards away but those worn out buildings were visible to eyes due to their heights and worn out condition.

Ahead of them was a residential area, the dwellers seemed to belong to mediocrity status. Renna calculated the conclusion after speculating the comparatively better condition of the houses and a bunch of a few older men who were quarrelling on something, might be a trivial matter.

'Seems I have to find a place as soon as possible, before it gets dark.'

She folded the package more likely crumbled the brown paper and threw it on the side of the road, where some tin and household wastage was already rotting, not everything in the New York city was ideal and same to the imaginative sketch.

Renna rubbed her right hand onto her thigh by lifting her leg up, to clean the saliva with the skin fit Chantelle sportswear, before she rattled out the black card from the pocket which was on her hips. It was not the regular style of Chantelle sportswear but seemingly the pair Renna had adorned was a custom made, and only the lady had that possession. 

"Let's see, what I am going to do with this then and how much it can serve me!"

She had already walked half way up to the end of the street and before reaching the junction Renna had to calculate the things she was supposed to do or buy with that black card, it was the only possession she was having and which could earn her the necessities. 

The sun was about to go down and Renna had a plenty of things on her bucket list before the sun hid its face behind the veil of dark night. She heaved a sigh, helplessness was visible from her expressions, although she was still wearing those black shades which were covering her saddened hazel orbs.

Although, her activities didn't have a filter and it could be easily predicted that the lady either had stolen the card and the branded sportswear or someone had lend those expensive clothes to her because either way she did not seem the original owner. 

Another possibility that would strike to any passerby after seeing that helenic beauty while observing her activities, was, the existence of a filthy rich sugar daddy! Perhaps some wealthy old fart was keeping her and in turn she was selling her body, because the lady was effortlessly looking beautiful without even makeup on, the only thing 'decorating' her face was the donut shaded lip gloss. 

Renna began to continue her walk towards the junction but during all this period of exercise, while she struggled to keep her silhouette straight to prevent falling down the path which turned into a slope that was ahead of the street, nothing better was expected from such an area location. 

"What the heck I have gotten into myself, should have taken the other path."

Renna regretted the idea of taking that shortcut towards the main junction, the lady had arrived to the fast food spot by taking a different yet longer way. 

She was barely able to stop herself from falling down precisely sliding down the steep slope, but she had to do everything in her hands to find some shelter to spent a few days, acknowledging the bitter fact that she had nowhere else to go after landing into New York city, as Renna didn't know anyone in the country.

"Phew! Finally safe, I won't ever come to this side, ever again!"

Renna growled with irritation as soon as she reached the end of the street and halted there, she tucked her heavily panting silhouette with the wall and once again looked around to see cab stand.

"Stop your complaining, miss! It is your own fault that you are stuck here in the first place!"

While the lady was gasping for breath, a man's voice resonated close to her ear, who emerged from the narrow alleyway and stood in front of her like a super hero.

His words seemed to be mocking her yet Renna didn't find his voice any familiar to her ears, and as soon as the man appeared into her sight, Renna wanted to act to curl her fingers into a fist and landed a hard blow on the man's face for being insolent for mocking her that way, how dare he?

The lady was quick witted, she knew that someone would definitely recognize her...If she punched the man in a territory ruled by mafia king and run way, no matter who was the person, he will try his best to find out what was her real identity and the coordinates of her whereabouts to take revenge for being punched, Renna was aware that a gangster always keep deep grudges, and every single person in the US knew that.

So, She refrained herself from punching that man in the nose, who was smiling mockingly at her, the lady wanted to snatch off that smirk. 

Renna decided that she will confront him in a different way, after all she was the queen of chess who was a mastermind, manipulator.