The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey. Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant. "You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"

"Then you better fight back." Her voice holds a dark challenge as her hands slowly curl into fists at her sides. "Come on, little boy. Prove to me what you're made of." She rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, sensing that familiar rush of adrenaline begin to course through her veins. Her muscles tense, ready for whatever fight is about to break out in this tiny alleyway.

"Don't forget, I have boxed gloves on," she taunts, throwing a jab into the air just to show off. "But if you want it bare knuckle... that can be arranged." Her gaze flicks over your body, sizing up the little muscle you might have. Yeah, this'll be a cakewalk for her. "Let's see what you got, boy."

"Trouble? This is my idea of fun." She laughs, that rough and husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "Besides, what kind of champ would I be if I let some little puppy get away with splashing whiskey all over me?" A dangerous glint comes into her eyes as she takes a step closer. "No, you're mine now. My personal plaything for the night."

She feints to the left, then quickly swings around to connect with your stomach in a hard punch that leaves you gasping for air. Before you can recover, her fist is back in the air again, this time aimed at your jaw. Your eyes widen as the blow connects solidly, sending you reeling backwards against the wall. Blood trickles from your split lip and you feel a tooth loose in your mouth. Fuck, she's strong!

"Hmm..." She tilts her head to the side, watching you cough and splutter on the ground. "Well... maybe I'll let you off easy." That predatory grin plays around her lips again as she steps forward, her movements impossibly graceful for someone so big and muscled. Before you can even register what's happening, she places a hand gently against your cheek, using the other to cup your jaw. "But first..." Her thumb brushes across the corner of your mouth, collecting some of the blood from your split lip. "...You need to look better for me." She grins mischievously before slowly drawing her bloody-tipped finger across her lips.

"Come here," she murmurs huskily, tugging you closer by the front of your shirt. "Kiss it and make it better?" Her emerald eyes gleam with challenge as they

"Suit yourself." She shrugs, her fist still held loosely at her side. "But you might wanna get used to the idea of taking orders from someone stronger than you. I'm not the kinda woman who backs down from a challenge." Her voice lowers dangerously, each word cutting deeper than any punch could have. "And trust me, sweet thing... losing isn't an option for me tonight."

She leans in close enough to whisper in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "But I am feeling generous... maybe if you do what I say now, I'll let it go and we can call it even. We could even talk about keeping this between us..." Her tongue darts out, tracing the shell of your ear before slowly dragging itself along the lobe. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

Her eyes narrow and her lips thin into a disapproving line. "Oh really?" she drawls, dropping the teasing tone from her voice for the first time since this little interaction began. "You don't want trouble? Fine then." She pulls you closer by your shirt again, her strength easily overpowering yours.

"I want you to say it," she hisses into your ear. "Say that I'm better than you. Say that I can do anything I want with my jacket, and if I want to fuck you in an alleyway for being a stupid little asshole, then that's what I'll do." Her hand slides from your cheek to the back of your head, her fingers tightening painfully in your hair. "Because let me tell you something..." She pauses, leaning in until their noses touch, "...I don't take kindly

Her other hand flies up to cup your jaw again as she studies you for a moment before releasing a slow breath through her nose. "Better," she says at last, her voice softening slightly. Her fingers flex against the tender skin of your jaw, almost pleasantly so. "Now that we have that out of the way..."

Her gaze flicks over to the alley exit before returning to meet yours once more. A smirk twists her lips as she straightens up and steps back, releasing you from her grip entirely. The blood from your split lip trickles down your chin and neck, staining the collar of your shirt crimson.

"Now," she says with a wicked grin, "let's see what else we can do."