Wanda and Tanden

After a successful infiltration behind enemy lines, Wanda quickly reach the Aridne's capital city, blending in amongst the civilians while gathering data about the enemy and watching for their movements as a "inoffensive turist, enjoying her vacation while it lasted".

In a matter of days, HQ provided info about a famous black market dealer being seen in certain night clubs in Aridne. Her superiors also debriefed they negotiated a collection of confidential blueprints from top secret imperial warmachines he gathered when he conducted business in Osov. Wanda was tasked of getting the intel and safely returning it in a few days, when her exit was prepared.

She didn't expect however, that the dealer was a shark-thiren. The title of "black market's shark" made sense now, almost as a pun.

"Tanden" he introduced himself, pointing at the chair in front of him. "Get comfortable. I will pour us some drinks".

"Drinks? Not often I see a smuggler being nice with his clients." Wanda joked. "Most of the time you would say something along the lines of 'where's the money?' before even saying a hello".

Tanden grinned with a sharp smile. He served two glasses of aridnian whisky, offering one to Wanda. He proceeded:

"You don't get too far in this business if you don't know how to treat your clients. Particularly if they're undercover government agents".

"Oh." Wanda sipped the drink, unphased. She said. "Are your clients often government agents?"

"Nice try probing my client's list, Wanda." He laughed, noticing she raised her eyebrow. Then added in a provocative tone. "I hope you don't be offended if I did a background check before meeting you. But don't worry: I only heard nice things about you. You're an elite soldier, after all".

If he thought she would back down after faintly exposing her cover, he was wrong. Tanden already negoatiated with Wanda's superiors earlier, he just needed to pass the documents to her and their meeting was finished. However, that cocky attitude... she would put him in his place.

"It seems you know me pretty well."

She rose from the chair, walking towards him. She saw Tanden stiffening when she approached, thinking what to do if she decided to get violent. Instead, Wanda sat on his lap, feeling his chest with a hand while the other took his glass and drank the whisky in it. Tanden stared at her, bewildered and barely hiding the desire he failed to supress. What could he do? His body was already betraying him by the generous volume she could sense growing in his pants.

Then, at a distance almost enough for a kiss, Wanda whispered.

"But it seems you don't know everything. How about we continue this meeting in your apartment, not the one at the Nessa Avenue, the one you rented in one of your associate's name for extra precaution. I bet the view of the port is stunning at night."

He grabbed her body firmly, grinning in desire.

"That one is a perfect fit for this occasion".

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A short story to accompany the scene of Wanda meeting a shady weapon's dealer called Tanden!

Tanden isn't my OC, it's from the commissioner. In a sense, you can also consider a crossover is happening here since Wanda is my OC.

The story was a last-time addition to give a bit more context to the scene and feed you folks who enjoy some backstory to these drawings. ^^ I needed to expand/detail a bit more of Wanda's setting (Gundam/Armored core inspired), so this story is more of a step to that direction.

Hope you guys enjoy! It was pretty fun to make these :D