Acting quickly Azura attempted to grab the glass vial. She had no idea what was inside it, but she did not want to risk letting it break – Toxin had attempted to keep it safe and there was likely a good reason to do so.
"If you insist." The lieutenant nods to his men. "Alright, boys, I think she's given us enough of a show. Pack it up." Reluctantly, the thugs pull back, their hands leaving the heiress' body and depriving her of the pleasure that she's never been able to experience by herself. They tuck their manhoods, still hard, into their pants, though their scent hangs heavy in the air. "Time to get going, hero. Wait for our message." The lieutenant stops paying attention to Vanessa as he starts playing back the video he just recorded, the sounds of her own lustful moans doing nothing to diminish the heiress' arousal.
"Got it." Detective Jackson replies from the van carrying the villain at street level. "I'm sending up a unit to- Shit!" The cop is cut off by a loud bang, before Psychana hears the sound of his heavily muscled frame hitting the armored van's wall. Looking down from the ledge of the building, Psychana sees a flash from under the van, and hears another boom.
Grabbing the vial, Azura spots a fluorescent green liquid inside, but otherwise, there's nothing obviously special about it. Moving to Toxin, Azura sees that the woman is already up, a hand gripping the railing of the catwalk as she tries to pull herself up to her feet. Azura tenses for a moment, but sees that the villainess is clearly still too exhausted from the effects of the conjured sword to renew the fight. Looking to her side, Azura sees an onrush of water smash through the windows, the firefighters outside dousing the flames from the explosion. "This is the CPD!" A voice announces via loudspeaker from outside. "Come out with your hands up!"
"She wouldn't do that. She couldn't. She might blackmail and hurt people, but she'd never hurt me." The young man shakes his head. Clearly, though he's not stupid enough to believe that she's not ruthless, the mayor's son has never seen his mother act like Amethyst Heart has.
"Not bad. Century City's a lot of things, but a place without women, it ain't." The cop yawns. "Plenty of options for new recruits for your, uh...harem, I guess?" He takes the note. "Sure thing. Just... Parents tend to be pushy - they often don't accept the obvious answer, look for conspiracies. Normally it's just a way of grieving, but in our case..." He shrugs. "Still, I doubt they'll cotton on to a fact that a squid monster took their daughter."
"Damnit!" Psychana cursed and propelled herself from the building top, using her psychokinesis to safely descend towards the street level. Whatever the blue light was it was, she figured first she had to deal with the armed men in the street, saving civilian lives always took priority; then she could deal with whatever else may arise.
Lana chuckles, before sliding her way onto the bed in front of Calista, spreading her long, toned legs and pulling aside her panties, revealing a pink womanhood just starting to glisten. "Then since you played with my toys, it's time you played with me." Reaching for Calista's hair, she guides the singer's head in close.
"Hmm?" The thugs stop, staying just out of reach. "Wait? And what are we waiting for, exactly?" One of them grins. The lieutenant takes an eye away from the camera's viewscreen and grins. "Heh, like we said, we'll send a proof of life video when we tell you the drop off point. But as to how you'll know that we won't kill him after that? You don't. You're at our mercy."
A firefight begins on the street, with the civilians who moments ago had been marvelling over Psychana now running for their lives, as the police and criminals trade shots.
Azura put the vial away; she would decide what to do with it later. Right now she had more important things to worry about. “Sorry, honey, but you should have thought about that before you attacked this place, caused damage to it and likely hurt some of the people working here. Letting someone as infamous as you go is not an option, I am afraid. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be and surrender quietly – might make it easier to get out of prison.” The magical girl tried persuading her to not make things difficult. She had no doubt that Toxin would get out before long – people like her always did, somehow...
"Aroused?" The men laugh. "The same kind of girl who'd beg the men who just groped her to wait. The kind of girl who's going to beg us to fuck her now."