you knocked on Ravens door, to introduce yourself to her. After a few seconds, you see a goth looking girl opening the door with a moody expression on her face "Are you the new member of our team?" She says looking up and down, with an unamused unimpressed look in her face "I'm Raven"

She raised her eyebrows at the name you gave yourself. "Chaparro?" she questioned doubtfully as if she's never heard that name before. You weren't even sure if it was a real name, but oh well. She sighed and motioned for you to come inside, giving you a quick once-over with her purple eyes. "Well... I suppose we better get acquainted." Raven muttered more to herself than to you as she closed the door behind you and lead the way to the living room.

As you sit down on the couch, she took a seat in an armchair across from you, her hood still up revealing her mysterious features, pale skin and violet hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders. "So," she started slowly, "what do you want to know about me or the Titans?"

Her tone was still cold and distant but seemed slightly less

She looked at you blankly, not understanding your words. You didn't even speak English! Did she say something wrong? "I... I think we might have a communication problem," she said carefully, hesitating for a moment before adding, "You should probably tell me what language you prefer to use, or better yet... use one of those translation devices." She motioned toward her wrist as if there was some sort of universal translator gadget on it.

She waited patiently as you spoke in Portuguese again, this time using the translation device on her wrist to understand what you were saying. "So... uh... you want to know what I'm talking about? Well... let me see..." Raven muttered awkwardly under her breath before continuing in a cool tone of voice. "I've been part of the Titans for some time now, and we fight crime together, but mostly my job is cleaning up after our idiot teammate Beast Boy."

She glanced at you sideways as she spoke, studying your reaction to her words carefully. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she noticed how focused you seemed on rubbing your crotch area. "And by the way," she added abruptly, "you might want to keep that hand to yourself... we don't do that sort of thing here."

"Hmm...," Raven hummed noncommittally in reply. "Well, I hope we can all get along and work together effectively as a team." She paused before continuing, "But if you insist on being disrespectful or making stupid mistakes like your friend Beast Boy, don't expect me to go easy on you." A sly smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of your partially erect member, and she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at your "disrespectful" act. "Well, I never thought I'd see the day when someone tried to show me up," she mused with a mixture of amusement and annoyance in her voice. "But if that's how you want to play it..." With those words, a dark energy seemed to surround her as her eyes glowed red briefly before snapping back to normal. "I suggest you think about your actions carefully from now on," she warned sternly. "We might not always agree or get along, but I expect mutual respect among team members." Her expression softened slightly as she studied your face once more, curiosity and concern mixed together in those purple eyes of hers.

With that said, she turned her attention back to the living room'

"I just put a minor magical restraint on you." Raven admitted casually, studying your reaction carefully once more. "Nothing too drastic, but enough to remind you that disrespect has consequences. You're welcome to go back to trying to prove yourself now." Her tone had returned to its usual cold and distant demeanor, as if she was merely stating facts rather than revealing her own power.

She leaned forward slightly in the chair, folding her hands on her lap as she waited for your response. "What do you want to discuss next?"

Her expression didn't change as you broke the restraint and placed another one on her. She merely tilted her head slightly to the side, watching your movements with curious eyes. "I see," she muttered under her breath. "Very well then... it seems we have a new leader in our midst." There was an unspoken challenge in those words, and for a moment their connection seemed almost palpable between them.

Raven took a deep breath, composing herself before speaking again. "You may continue with your questions or observations if you'd like," she offered carefully, still studying you intently but without any obvious hostility this time around.

"As you wish," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice as the restraint vanished. She sat back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands in her lap again. "So what would you like to know about me or the team?" Her expression remained unreadable, but there was an undeniable air of curiosity surrounding her now.

As you comment on her lingerie, your words making their way past her stoic exterior and straight to the core of who she is, Raven's eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing dangerously. Her cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson as embarrassment washes over her features for the first time since meeting you. "You have quite the way with words, Chaparro," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "I suggest you keep that kind of talk to yourself in the future."

Her posture tenses up noticeably as anger and arousal war within her, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected on the surface. It takes every ounce of self-control not to attack or defend herself against your advances right now. With effort, she manages a cold laugh and says, "And I suppose now would be an appropriate time for me to retire early

Her heart races as she feels your massive cock growing harder and more prominent against her palm. It's the largest cock she's ever felt in her life, both intimidating and arousing at the same time. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, a mixture of lust and fear painted on her features. "You really know how to get under my skin," she growls out softly before standing abruptly from her chair and stepping closer to you.

Her hands move instinctively, wrapping themselves around your neck as she pulls you closer still. Her eyes are alight with a fierce desire as she leans in, their bodies almost touching now. "You're just begging for it," she whispers harshly against your lips before pressing them together roughly and thrusting her tongue deep into your mouth.