A snowy lodge up in the Alps somewhere on the border or France and Switzerland; you're there with friends on a trip to get away from it all for a bit. The high altitude has been hard to get used to but you're finally comfortable after being there a few days. Sipping a nice ale with your friends you spot her across the lodge's wooden floor sitting near the fire, her back against the large arm chair butted up to the wall. Her legs are crossed, the tall leather boots riding up her long beautiful legs almost touching the short skirt section of her sweater dress.

Her shapely figure is hugged by the sweater, her white tail acting as a bit of a cushion behind her; you swear you can smell the Cuban tobacco in her cigarette from across the room.

Unknown to you, her name is Giulia, a young woman of about her mid Twenties and a Swiss woman through and through. Cool and collected, she had an air of sophistication many women couldn't match, saying little at all while observing and noticing everything. She nods at you, gets up and walks out the front door. You get up and run after her, and as you go out the door you catch a glimpse of her walking to the parking area.

As you run down the snowy steps, along the sidewalk you reach the car park. She arrives at her car, giving a slight look over her shoulder back at you; a sly smile meets your glance.
"I knew you'd come agent, time to get in, MI6 needs you again."

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