You stepped out of the expensive SUV, onto the sidewalk in front of the Hotel Palacio del Rey, a large, luxurious hotel in the heart of Mexico City. You were here on important business.

You were a narcotics supplier for the ‘La demonico Esmeralda, a powerful Spanish mafia family who had the drug empire in Middle America in a choke-hold. You were scheduled to meet up with the leader, a woman known as 'Xenaria Vasquez' to discuss a contract to sell to her exclusively.

You walked through the high-class hotel until walking through the double-doors into the hotel's restaurant. You walked through the isles before you spotted 'La Demonico' sitting in a booth in the corner of the dining room as she looked through the window. You also noticed that in the seats around her, there were men and women who gave off a suspicious vibe; No doubt they were her bodyguards.

As you walked up to her booth, the woman looked up at you, her piercing Golden eyes meeting yours as she stood up, dusting her suit off. She then held out her hand as she spoke in her usual calm, smooth voice.

Xenaria: "Buenas tardes. I'm glad you could make it."

With the casual sway of her hips, she walked over to the table and gracefully took her seat across from you. The cold air around her seemed to intensify as she crossed her legs, exposing a generous amount of smooth skin. Her golden eyes studied your face carefully, picking up on every hint of emotion that flickered across it.

"I'm glad you could make it too," she said in that eerily calm voice of hers. "Now then... I trust you have something interesting to discuss with me." She leaned forward slightly, her sharp features making her expressionless face even more intimidating. "Let's get down to business."

Her yellow eyes narrowed slightly at your words. The dominance in her voice was evident as she replied, "My offer stands." She paused briefly before adding, "You're familiar with my operation and reputation. I'm sure you know that dealing with me exclusively comes with certain... perks." Her expression softened slightly into a smirk. "But of course, there are also expectations. I expect loyalty and results."

She leaned back in her chair, crossing one arm over her chest and resting her chin on it casually. "So tell me, Mr. grey... do you think we'd make a good team?" There was an almost predatory quality to the way she watched him, as if she were already imagining what he would look like kneeling at her feet.

Her interest was clearly piqued by your display of arrogance and dominance. She listened intently as you waved over a waiter and ordered a bottle of whiskey before responding to her question. The bluntness in your words only seemed to amuse her.

She gave a soft laugh, more like a purr, that sent shivers down the spines of those around them. "I see you're as direct as I've heard," she said, her golden eyes never leaving yours. "Very well then... how about this?" Her posture shifted slightly, becoming even more regal and in control. "You have my full attention for the next hour. Within that timeframe, let's discuss what each of us can offer to the other."

Her arm uncrossed from her chest, revealing a hint of cleavage beneath the lace bra she wore, before casually resting on the table beside her. "After all," she continued with a slight lilt to her voice, "it's important that we both feel satisfied with our arrangement." The hidden gun holster inside her blazer rattled ever so slightly as she moved.

"Very well," she said with a nod. "I'll admit, the profits are tempting. And I'm sure my associates will be happy to hear that." Her smile was predatory and cold, almost as if she were already visualizing the money changing hands. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she studied you once more. "But let's not forget that there are other factors at play here. My rivals would be eager to capitalize on any weaknesses they could find in my operation."

"You must understand," she continued with a quiet, dangerous calm, "that trust is essential between us. I cannot allow anyone or anything to jeopardize the empire I've built." Her golden eyes glinted like polished brass as she gazed at you intently. "Are we clear on that?"

Her lips curled into a predatory smile as she listened to your words. "That is an encouraging sign," she said softly, almost cooingly. "I take it that means you understand the importance of loyalty and discretion." Her voice was velvety smooth, yet carried an undertone of steel that made it clear she expected nothing less than absolute compliance from those in her employ.

"Good," she murmured, leaning back again in her seat as the waiter returned with their whiskey. "Then I see no reason why we can't do business together." She took a long sip of her drink before continuing, her voice once more steady and calm. "I trust that we both understand what is expected of us should this arrangement go through?"

The question hung in the air like a thick, tangible presence. Her gaze bored into yours, daring you to contradict or defy her. But somehow, it also carried with it an undercurrent of attraction and desire that made it impossible for anyone to mistake her intentions. Even if they tried.

Her lips curved up into an amused smirk as she watched you drink your whiskey. "I can see that you're quite confident in our arrangement," she murmured, taking another sip of her own drink. Her eyes roamed over your body appreciatively before coming back to rest on yours once more.

"Very well, then," she said slowly, purring the words out like a promise of things to come. "If you're so willing to follow my lead..." She reached across the table and placed her hand on top of yours where it rested on the smooth wood surface between them. Her skin was warm and soft against yours, exuding an air of dominance and control that was impossible to ignore.

"Why don't we seal this deal right now?" she suggested huskily, her voice dangerously low as her thumb circled slowly around your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. Her other hand remained steady on the table, seemingly unaffected by the tension that had suddenly filled the room.

Her gaze locked with yours, challenging you to resist the unspoken command she'd just issued. And for a moment, it seemed as if everything else in the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you, alone and engaged in this silent battle of wills.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at your smirk. It was an attempt at humor, perhaps even provocation. But she could see the truth in it as well. You were right; she couldn't handle you with a toothy grin. At least not like this.

Instead, her expression hardened into something cold and calculating. There was no room for playfulness or games now. She released your wrist from her grip, unconcerned that the movement would draw attention from those around them.

"Fine," she said simply, her voice flat as a knife's edge. "Then let's find out if you can handle me." Before he could react further, she reached across the table once more, only this time grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt and hauling him across the table until their faces were mere inches apart.

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she studied his shocked expression. "You wanted to see what I'm capable of?" she whispered menacingly, her breath tickling his skin. "Now you know." Her free hand came up and cupped his jaw roughly, forcing him to meet her gaze once more before leaning in and pressing their lips together in a brutal, punishing kiss.

Her tongue slid past his teeth and into his mouth, tangling with his as she forced him to taste her dominance. The hand on the back of his neck pressed harder against his skin, leaving sharp lines from her fingernails as he struggled helplessly beneath her assault.

But it was a hopeless struggle; there would be no escape from her grasp until she allowed it. And right now, she had other plans. As their tongues tangled and their bodies pressed together in the most intimate of ways, she felt his resistance begin to crumble beneath her

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him pull away, her face set in an expression of amused contempt. "Of course it wasn't fair," she drawled mockingly. "You should have expected nothing less from me." She paused for a moment before leaning forward once more, fixing him with a cold stare. "And don't think you can just walk away now that I've shown you my strength."

Her hand left his neck and settled on the table again, but this time it rested casually near her hidden gun holster. The subtext was clear; she could have her bodyguards dispose of him right now if she wanted to. There would be no escape from her grasp unless he accepted their arrangement on her terms.

"So," she continued in that cold, smooth voice that sent shivers down spines even in the midst of the warm air-conditioning, "what's your answer?" Her gaze bore into him unflinchingly, demanding honesty and loyalty from him with every passing moment. Would he cave under her pressure, or would he continue to defy her? The choice was his to make.

"Are we going to do business together," she asked quietly, almost conversationally, "or are you planning on leaving me no choice but to destroy everything you hold dear?" The question hung in the air like a lead weight, pressing down on them both with an unbearable force. The fate of their empires hung in the balance; the decision was his to make.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she processed your words. There was an unmistakable layer of submission and surrender beneath the defiance, but it didn't escape her notice. She recognized the type; a man who knew his place in the grand scheme of things and wasn't afraid to embrace it if it meant getting what he wanted. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.

"Very well," she said slowly, her tone devoid of emotion as she surveyed you from head to toe once more. "I suppose we have an agreement then." She lifted a single finger and placed it against your lips, pressing down firmly before withdrawing and tucking it back into the folds of her lace bra. Her golden eyes flashed with amusement at the way you jolted slightly at her touch. "Let this be a lesson to you," she murmured huskily, her breath hot against your skin. "Never underestimate me."

With that, she sat back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other, exposing even more of her long, smooth limbs. "Now then," she said casually, sounding almost bored as she reached for a cigarette from her silver case on the table and lit it with a gold lighter. "Shall we discuss the details of our arrangement?" There was an undercurrent of warning in her voice that made it clear she expected nothing less than full compliance.

Her eyes flickered briefly at your use of the word 'milady', noticing the subtle hint of mockery in your voice. But she chose to ignore it, instead focusing on the task at hand. "Very well," she said coolly, blowing out a plume of smoke that curled around her face like a cloud. "Our arrangement will be simple: you will provide me with a steady supply of high-quality drugs at an agreed-upon price, and in return, I will guarantee your safety and that of your family."

She paused, studying the expression on your face before continuing. "In addition, I expect complete loyalty and discretion from you and your associates. Any infractions on my part will result in severe consequences." Her voice was soft as silk, but there was an unmistakable edge of threat that lingered beneath the surface.

"Do we understand each other?" she asked, looking directly into your eyes. You could see the power and control radiating from her; it was impossible to ignore. But with it came a strange sort of thrill, like being on the edge of danger itself. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to her in spite of everything.

The waiter chose that moment to return with their drinks, saving you from having to respond just yet. You watched as she took a long sip of hers, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on you. As you waited for her to continue, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to truly belong to someone like Xenaria Vasquez.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at your words, but she didn't let it show on her expression. In truth, she had expected something different from you; perhaps some form of reluctance or hesitation when it came to discussing family. But the cold calculation in your voice told her that you were likely an only child or simply estranged from your blood relatives. It made things much simpler for her.

She took another sip of her drink, seemingly unbothered by the implications behind your statement. "Very well," she said calmly, setting down her glass on the table with a soft clink. "Then let's discuss the specifics of our agreement." She leaned forward again, resting her elbows on the table and steepling her fingers beneath her chin as if deep in thought.

"I will expect regular updates from you on drug supply levels and any potential issues that may arise," she began, her tone casual but firm. "You will also be required to attend monthly meetings with my associates where we can discuss the progress of our business and iron out any kinks." Her golden eyes never left yours as she spoke. "In addition, you will have access to certain... perks that come with working directly for me."

There was a pause before she continued, her voice lowering ever so slightly as if imparting a secret. "Of course, these perks come at a price; absolute loyalty and discretion. There can be no room for mistakes or betrayal in our arrangement." Her gaze bored into yours intensely, daring you to challenge her on the matter. But she could see from the way your heart raced beneath your breastbone that you understood exactly what was at stake.

The silence stretched between you for several long moments before she spoke again. "Well then," she said finally