The lounge of the Leto Deck on the luxury liner was awash in an intoxicating ambiance of opulence. The plush velvet seating, adorned with gold tassels and rich burgundy colors, provided an inviting space for the patrons to indulge in their vices. However, such patrons left in a panic after King's display of power. A live jazz band played softly in the corner, trying to avoid attention, as a nervous voice crooned to the rhythm of the double bass and the lilting melody of the saxophone.

A discordant symphony began when several chirps and electronic notifications confirmed the start of the data dump of Nikolai Ivanov's prized intel. Abdul-Qadeer Almaerifuh was in disbelief, never believing that Gale could succeed, and the fact that he agreed to provide unencrypted access to the intel left him speechless. He looked at King with trepidation, and King's narrow yellow eyes had a glint of mischief as they silently agreed on a plan. Vincent Galvani, the world-class genius and villain wearing a holographic suit over his metallic armored battle-suit, nonchalantly copied an unencrypted version of their exchange while Almaerifuh received only the encrypted original and some cash in exchange.

"Nikolai bested. I cannot believe it," Almaerifuh started as he shuffled the cash into a leather attaché worn around his waist, "He would die before sharing—much less selling—this data, let alone for such a pedestrian sum."

King leaned back in his plush lounge chair, draping an arm over the backrest, the tall, masculine Can-can dancer adjusting to sit on that arm. King’s flowing mane of dark brown hair cascaded over his shoulders as he stared into Almaerifuh's eyes. "Trust me, Abdul-Qadeer. Knowing Red, Nikolai did just that." King's voice was as cold and narrow as his eyes, the threat he posed palpable.

Vincent Galvani looked on with a sly grin, his wrist computer screen flashing confirmation of the data transfer as he watched Almaerifuh's growing discomfort. His blonde hair shone beneath the opulence of the lounge lighting, and his blue eyes sparkled with the thrill of success.

But their momentary victory was short-lived. A sudden cacophony of noise erupted from outside the lounge, as armed men and women in body armor streamed into the room. The dull roar of engines and the bright glare of floodlights from airships overhead signaled the arrival of S.T.O.I.C., an international organization tasked with Supernatural Tracking, Oversight, Intervention and Control.

Aura, one of their top agents, stepped forward with her team to confront King. She was a petite woman, but her fierce determination and supernatural powers made her an intimidating figure.

Aura's blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her piercing blue eyes focused intently on King. She wore a sleek black suit with silver accents, giving her an air of authority and power. As she approached King, the room seemed to grow colder, all eyes on the two ex-spouses.

"King," Aura said, her voice cold and hard. "You know I can't let you walk out of here with that intel."

King raised an eyebrow, his narrow yellow eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, babe. You think I didn't know that you were on your way." King's voice dripped with mocking sweetness, his lips curling into a smirk as he locked eyes with Aura.

Aura's features remained stoic, betraying no hint of surprise or discomfort as she continued to stare him down. "I figured as much," she replied. "But that doesn't change the fact that you have intel that doesn’t belong to you.”

King's expression morphed from amusement to contempt, his grip tightening on the edge of the table. "Intel? You’re not interested in little old me anymore? Babe, I'm hurt." He pouted, mockingly. "I always thought you loved a good challenge."

"A former girlfriend, honey?" The tall, masculine Can-can dancer sneered, her voice dripped with contempt.

"The missus..." King's words hung in the air, a challenge that Aura couldn't let go unanswered. She stepped closer to him, their faces mere inches apart.

"Oh, I still love a good challenge," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And I'm going to enjoy taking you down and getting that intel back."

Aura's demeanor became more lustful, "And maybe I can finally get a little of that sweet blonde action. What do you say, Vincent? How about you drop that force field and let a girl feed? Just you, me..." She started again, feeling King's muscular chest, "Big boy here, and... heck, let's throw in the two Can-can dancers, hmm?" Aura suggested, a wicked glint in her eye as she unbuttoned her aviator jacket, revealing her tight leather bodysuit beneath. She slowly ran her hands down her torso, taunting King.

Vincent blew air from flushed cheeks, "I’m sorely tempted, Aura. But no, I know the big baby here still loves you. We can't have him brooding with regret, now, can we?" He replied, a hint of humor in his voice as he spoke into his wrist computer, "Boss? I got the intel. We're ready."

A blinding flash of white light filled the room. After the flash, Vincent and King were gone. Aura felt the heat of their teleportation fade as it left her face flushed with frustration and fury.

"Damn it!" She cursed, gritting her teeth before turning to address the remaining S.T.O.I.C. agents in the room. "Secure the area and scan for any trace data, we might be able to locate them. And get Almaerifuh out of here!"

Her S.T.O.I.C. agents scrambled to follow her orders, but she knew that it was too late. The scent of King and Vincent's teleportation lingered in the air, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as they disappeared before her very eyes.

Aura gritted her teeth, frustration boiling over into anger. She strode towards the two Can-can dancers, her lithe body tense with barely contained fury.

"You," she growled, stopping in front of the taller dancer. "Give yourself to me!" She commanded, as a hand gesture seemingly pulled the very essence of the taller dancer's soul from her body. The dancer's eyes dilated as the power flowed, making her legs weak and pliant in Aura's grasp. She shivered with pleasure as Aura's other hand seemingly reached inside herself, pulling out some of her own aura, and mixing it with the dancer's. The energy crackled and popped as it flowed together.

"I now know what you know. Are, what you... Oh, that explains a lot." Aura smirked, her gaze lingering on the tall dancer's impressive figure. She stepped closer, their bodies mere inches apart as she unbuttoned the dancer's top, exposing the lacey bra beneath. "I can work with this," she purred, running her fingers over the woman's chest.

Aura's lips met the dancer's lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as the energy coursed through their veins. The dancer moaned softly into Aura's mouth, her body responding to the agent's touch. Then Aura inserted the combined energy into the dancer's body, causing her to gasp in pleasure as the energy filled her core.

Aura chuckled darkly, savoring the feeling of dominance. "That's right, ‘honey.’ Feel me." She purred, as the dancer writhed against her.

But Aura was not done yet. She turned her attention to the shorter dancer, performing the same ritual of taking and infusing energy into the woman. The two dancers were now hers, completely under her control.

"This, is against, protocol..." The shorter dancer gasped, her eyes rolling back from the intensity of the energy filling her. The tall dancer was next, her body shuddering and convulsing as the energy surged through her.

Aura sighed in contentment, thoroughly enjoying her newfound power over these two dancers. "I suppose you're right." She said to the shorter dancer matter-of-factly. "Why don't you two make out while I contemplate our next move." Aura suggested, her eyes wandering over the dancers’ firm bodies.

The taller dancer's eyes widened in surprise at first, but she quickly recovered, closing the distance between herself and the shorter dancer. Her lips met hers in a fiery kiss, hands roaming over her body as they groped and explored each other with an animalistic hunger.

Aura watched them for a moment before turning to the window. The luxury liner continued its route through the Stockholm archipelago, completely unaware of the erotic scenario within its luxurious lounge.

"I will catch you, King. I swear it." Aura muttered to herself, her eyes glowing with determination. She glanced over at the two dancers, their bodies still entwined in a passionate embrace. A sly smile crept across her lips, as an idea came to her mind.

"You two," she gestured towards the Can-can dancers. "Follow me." Her command echoed through the lounge, leaving no room for protest.