Risque Magazine (RPM and MM)

Risque Magazine was but a front for the Syndicate's activities. It was a semi-legitimate company, but its illegal activities consisted of kidnapping and sex trafficking of women who wouldn't be missed. Among their latest future kidnap victims was 24 year old Victoria Ward, a reporter undercover as a model. She didn't know her secret was out and that the Risque Magazine watchers were watching her every move in her dressing room and everywhere else with hidden cameras, bugs, and watchers hiding in secret hollow places in the walls.

It was shortly after she had interviewed for the job that the Syndicate did its homework, finding out there was a reporter quite interested in their activities. As such, they made their plan. She would be allowed to get the modelling gig, and they would abduct her after they let her find out just as much as they would let her learn.

The models could chose to live in their dressing rooms, which had a bed, kitchenette, and bathroom, kind of like hotel rooms. Little did she know that secret passages were built into each of these rooms to allow kidnapping teams to grab the models that the bosses wanted taken to 'The Island', an all inclusive resort for the criminal underworld.

She was having her first photo shoot, a bra and panties type shoot, in about an hour and was getting ready...

A flunky of some sort, one of the many anonymous sorts of fellows running about the place, headed over to Victoria and said, "They're ready for you in Studio B."

Studio B was downstairs and it was built as a Victorian themed room, a fireplace with a fire going in it. And there was a leather sofa in front of it, the fire would add some sort of a glow to the lighting to allow for a semi-realistic looking image that would be of course photo shopped just a tad more for the upcoming edition.

The photographer indicated she should sit in, and cross her legs. "Think seductive, think tempting..." the man said, "Like those bodice rippers set in the 19th Century. Think of being the heroine in one of them, seducing the Victorian gentleman who owns this place." The photographer said as he readied his camera.

Meanwhile the watchers kept an eye on the reporter, wondering what she would do next on the break she would get between this shoot and the next shoot. They had taken note that she kept a journal and they'd look into it whenever she wasn't looking. They would build their profile of her as they watched her movements these next few days before they would abduct her.

The advertisers were busy, not only promoting Risque Magazine's legitimate stuff, but also peddling their Island advertising campaign to the criminal underworld of coming attractions...

He watched her undoing her corset, moving her hips from side to side, showing off her ass and then she began to remove her corset and and started to toy with her breasts. "Very nice." the men said and after they finished photographing the reporter and after a lackey tightened up Victoria's corset.

"You did quite well." the photographer said, "You've got about three hours till the next shoot, which is more a bra and panties to topless shoot."

The man's statement was perfectly timed, the watchers had made sure to ensure certain offices were left vacant and some tantalizing clues, just not ones incriminating enough for her to write her article, were left lying around, time to watch and see what she did. One of the clues was a scratchpad left on a vacant desk, that had the words Advertising Campaign for The Island scrawled on it.