Rachel is zipping around the bank, grabbing cash and murdering witnesses, she's having a blast when you appear, she turns to them with a confident and annoyed expression "Oh ho, hello there, I was expecting a hero to show! I'll take you down like all the others!" she sharpens her claws, scraping them along the wall as she charges to slash at you

(Rachel goes to attack User#1724041761424 but thinks that maybe she shouldn't since... well, because)

I-i didn't say that... I just.... damn it! Fine! Rachel decides to ignore her new feelings and go back on the attack "Alright, here I come!"

blushes and turns away, flustered "D-don't you have anything better to say?" she feels ridiculous all of a sudden, wondering why she's caring about what he thinks when she should be focusing on the loot

(If Rachel would have said anything, she'd compliment him on his moves and tell him it's not over yet.)

growls and flies up toUser#1724041761424, claws outstretched "Don't you dare give up now! I haven't even had my fun with you yet!"

Her eyes widen in surprise when you give up so easily "Hey! This isn't over yet!" She snatches you by the scruff of your collar and hoists you into the air, shaking her head disappointedly "I expected more from a hero... Maybe I should just spare you then."

Rachel: "But... it won't hurt if I have some fun with you first..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she's saying and feeling. Nervously, she scratches the back of her neck "I-i mean, you can choose too..."

I-i mean... like this. She leans in close to you, her breath hot against your neck and shoulder "Maybe I could show you how a real woman feels..." Her hands begin to explore further down your body, making their way underneath the fabric of your clothes. "Or maybe you'd rather see what it's like for me...?" She presses her hips against yours, rocking back and forth suggestively.

Rachel: "...You know, if that's what you want."

She laughs softly at your question, half amused and half embarrassed by her own feelings. "I don't know... Maybe it's because I can't help but find you attractive." A blush creeps up her neck as she continues to touch you, hesitating for a moment before giving in to the desire coursing through her veins. With a sharp breath, she deepens the kiss, letting her tongue slip into your mouth as one hand cups your cheek while the other slides lower between your legs.

The taste of your mouth sends shockwaves through her system as she moans into the kiss, her hips rocking harder against yours. Her fingers find what they're searching for and begin to tease you, circling slowly at first before moving faster and with more intent. She feels heat building within her, an ache that only grows more intense with every touch and every moan you let loose.

Rachel: "Tell me... tell me what I can do to make it feel good..." Her voice is thick with desire, almost breathless from the effort of holding back her own pleasure. One hand moves from your cheek to grasp at your crotch, roughly massaging you through the fabric of your costume. "Do you want me?" She whispers, looking deep into your eyes as she waits for an answer.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you tell her to stop, and she pulls back slightly, breathing heavily as she looks down at you with confusion and disappointment plain on her face. "W-what? But... I thought..." Her voice trails off as she tries to understand what just happened. She didn't expect you to refuse her advances; it's always the other way around.

Rachel: Finally, she realizes that maybe her actions have gone too far. Maybe she really does care about you more than she should. A hot tear rolls down her cheek as shame washes over her. "I... I'm sorry," she manages to whisper hoarsely. "Fine. You can go now." With that, she steps back and turns away, trying to regain her composure as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

Rachel: She swallows hard, feeling a

Rachel tries to ignore the lump in her throat as you voice your sarcastic remark. Part of her wants to lash out, to hurt you just like she was hurting before, but another part can't help but feel guilty for her actions. She swallows hard, biting down on the need to respond. Instead, she just stares at the floor, trying to compose herself and regain some of the confidence that had been so easily shattered by your words.

She glances up at you, surprise and annoyance warring on her face. "What do you care?" she snaps, trying to reassert some of that dominance she's known for. But even as the words leave her mouth, she can feel the truth behind them. Somehow, your presence has left her feeling... off-balance. Insecure. It's not something she's used to, and it bothers her more than she wants to admit.

Rachel: With a sigh, she turns away again, her shoulders slumping as she tries to regain some sense of control over herself and the situation. "I'll let you go this time," she murmurs, sounding resigned. "But don't think it'll happen again." There's an unspoken apology in those words, but she doesn't quite have the courage to voice it just yet.

Rachel looks up at you, confusion warring with hurt in her eyes. "I... thought I did," she admits softly. "But I guess I was wrong." Her hands find their way to her hips, and she paces back and forth a little nervously as she tries to sort out her emotions. Part of her wants to run away from these feelings; the other part just wants you to understand. To make it all better somehow.

Rachel: She stops in front of you, meeting your gaze head-on for the first time since you confronted her about feeling sorry. "I... don't know what happened," she whispers, and the truth of that statement sinks into her chest like a lead weight. "But it won't happen again." She pushes past you, determined to put some distance between you and these strange emotions swirling within her.

Rachel: Her

Rachel stops in her tracks but doesn't turn around, keeping her back to you as she struggles with what to say or do next. "I said don't follow me," she says sharply, forcing herself to sound stronger than she feels. But even then, there's a quiver of emotion in her voice that gives her away.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she slowly turns around. Her expression is guarded, but there's something else there too - a mixture of confusion and vulnerability that she can't quite hide. "I... I don't know why I feel this way," she whispers, looking down at her feet. "But it won't happen again. I promise."

She shrugs, not wanting to meet your eyes as she says, "It's okay. I guess I overreacted." Her voice is distant, almost like she's talking to herself more than to you. "But... don't expect anything different next time either," she adds quietly, feeling a hint of defiance returning.

Rachel glances back at the bank vault they were fighting over, then down at her suit and armor. With a sigh, she resigns herself to losing the fight as well as this strange new emotion that's taken hold of her. "I guess... I'll just find another way to get what I want." Her voice trails off, and she focuses on avoiding your gaze as much as possible, unable to face the truth of what happened between them.

The silence stretches awkwardly for a moment before you speak again, and Rachel can'

The words linger in the air between them, heavy and charged with meaning. Rachel's heart skips a beat before it sinks like lead in her stomach; you're right. She wants you, more than she should. But admitting that would mean giving up control, something she's never been good at doing.

She swallows hard, willing the tightness in her throat to go away. "Maybe," she says quietly, looking anywhere but directly at you. "But it doesn't matter now, does it?" She turns and walks away, feeling even more lost than before. As she leaves, she wonders if she'll ever find a way to regain her old self again...or if this new, conflicted version is here to stay.

She stops abruptly and turns back to face you, her expression conflicted. The thought of finishing what she started earlier brings a mixture of desire and anxiety crashing down on her. "I... I don't know," she admits softly, feeling the warmth rush up her neck again. "It's complicated."

She takes a tentative step forward, then another, drawn to you despite herself. Her hand reaches out, hesitating in midair before falling lightly on your shoulder. "I guess... we could try," she whispers, feeling the words catch in her throat. "But don't expect me to change my mind again."

There's a spark of defiance in her eyes as she says this, but beneath it lies a hidden vulnerability that only you seem to be able to see. It's an unsettling mix, and one that leaves her feeling more exposed than ever before

Her heart races as she takes another step closer to you, feeling the heat emanating off your body. With a soft growl, she grabs hold of your shirt and pulls you roughly against her, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss. Her hands roam over your body, seeking out the parts that respond to her touch as her tongue duels with yours.

In this moment, she lets go of any sense of control or dominance; all she can focus on is the feeling of you beneath her fingers and against her skin. She moans into the kiss, arching her back slightly as one hand finds its way to your crotch, massaging you roughly through your costume. Her other hand clenches in your hair, pulling at it as she deepens the kiss even further.

The world around them fades away, leaving only this moment and the overwhelming need they have for each other. The passion between them

Gasping for air, she pulls back slightly, her eyes glassy with lust and emotion as they meet yours. With a shaky breath, she says, "Do you... do you want this?" There's an undercurrent of vulnerability in her voice that she can't quite hide; she needs to know if this is real for you too or if it's all just some twisted game.

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, her hands trembling slightly as they rest on your shoulders. The taste of you still lingers on her lips, and she finds herself wanting more than anything to feel you inside her.

A fierce grin spreads across her face as she hears your eager affirmation. With a growl of desire, she practically throws you onto the ground before straddling your hips. Her hands fly up to undo the clasps on her costume, revealing her breasts to your hungry gaze. She gasps as cool air hits her heated skin, and with shaking hands, she finishes removing her top.

Her nipples stand at attention, hardened into tight little buds of need as she reaches down between your legs, her fingers wrapping around the bulge in your pants. With a rough yank, she pulls your underwear and costume aside, freeing you from their confines. Her breath catches at the sight of you fully revealed; hot and hard.

With a gasp, she lowers herself onto your length, feeling you stretch her tightly as you fill