Tara met in solitude with Peter Pan, Bling, and Bo. The look on her face seemed forlorn, as if she dreaded the next few hours. "I think they're going to eliminate you, Bo. I wish we could save you...you and Fandral seem so happy together." She sighed despondently. "They're determined to vote you out, though. I think the Ravens fingered you (uh, not that way) as one of us."
A dark cast in Tara's eyes betrayed her feelings ont that notion. "We need to kill off the Ravens. Soon. I think Deadpool is one of them; Bob & Karl seemed to have an agenda in voting Bo out. The last member is either Kamen Rider...or maybe Dwight? He's awfully suspicious. Remember the weird exam?"
After a moment of silence, Tara huddled closer to her co-conspirators. "Here's what we'll do: we're killing Bob & Karl. Bo, I liked your 'Cask of Amontillado' idea. Bet you'd lose your cool points at school for actually knowing a literary reference!" Tara grinned teasingly at Bo; she wanted to take the sting out of his pending banishment. "I remember this weird dream my friend Xander told me about a few years ago. I think the boys need a little...lipstick lesbian allure."
Casting a glamour over herself, Tara's appearance changed. Scarlet lipstick covered her full lips. Sheer black lingerie that daringly left cleavage open replaced her modest clothing. "Goddess, I can't believe I'm making such a slut of myself."
Tara whistled at Bob & Karl from a corner while the majority were preoccupied. "Hey guys. Can we talk...privately?"
"See! I knew she just needed a good...!"
"Shut up! Why the hell would a hot lesbian choose you for her first time with a guy?"
"I don't know, and I'll be damned if I care! C'mon, bro, we're about to make a finger cuff!"
Tara swayed her hips suggestively as she led the boys away from the group. They descended stairs that carried them deep beneath Asgard. Every few minutes, she'd smile coyly over her shoulder. When Tara finally reached the dungeon, she walked into what looked like a deep alcove.
"Hot lesbian sex with chains! Whoa-ho-ho!" Even his more reserved buddy was hard-pressed to deny liking the idea. Tara smiled as if the crude remarks were the highest form of serenade. "I've never been with a man...but I just think you guys are really interesting."
Bob & Karl nearly stumbled over themselves to reach Tara. They couldn't see the telekinetically levitated mace behind them. With a meaty "KUNK", the mace bashed Bob in the back of his head. Bo surprised Karl with a wolfen left hook that knocked him unconscious. Meanwhile, Peter rapidly piled bricks along the alcove's perimeter, and Bling laid cement conjured by faery magick.
Tara and Bo stepped over the rapidly rising wall. Within seconds, Peter and Bling sealed Bob & Karl in their tomb. Tara nodded grimly at Bo and Pan. "See? That powder made you go even faster than normal." She cut her eyes upward. "We better go. The vote is happening soon." The quartet of assassins walked upstairs as muffled screams emanated from behind the tomb's wall...