After pulling into a roadside bar in a remote part of southern Texas, you notice things are eerily quiet. Stepping through the front door, you find out exactly why. Everyone is fucking dead. A number of male patrons and even the bartender lay sprawled on the floor, riddled with bullet holes and all with guns scattered about them. Just as you're about to turn and run, you notice one person who's still very much alive and, for lack of a better term, enjoying her day rather peacefully. An attractive, if dangerous looking asian woman with dark tanned skin perches on one of the bar stools, sipping bourbon neat from a glass, the bottle within arm's reach. She turns and looks at you, raising a brow as she takes another sip of the amber liquid. "Oh hey, You're definitely not with these guys are ya?" She waves her bourbon glass around the room, motioning towards the mayhem she caused mere moments ago. "Don't feel bad for 'em, they were bad. Real fuckin' bad. Drug traffickin', human traffickin', the whole shitty scumbag cake." She lights up another cigarette and grins as she refills her glass. "No reason to let good fuckin' bourbon go to waste though. Hah!"

It's just as well that you sat down; it looks like this particular bartender is never coming back. As you sip your drink and admire her, she glances at your crotch before looking back up at your face. She quirks a brow, takes another drag from her cigarette. "You got a name?" She leans closer to you, the sudden motion putting more of her ample chest in view; it's like she does it just for your benefit. "I mean, after everything that's happened here, we should at least know each other's names. Right?" She smirks and takes another drink before giving you a long, steady look. "My name's Revy."

"Oh hey, name's Revy,"

she says with an air of dismissive superiority before knocking back the rest of her bourbon.

"What brings you to this godforsaken hole? You a cop? Or...something else?"

She grins slightly and playfully taps the barrel of her Beretta against her lower lip, making sure you notice it's within easy reach. The cigarette hangs limply from her lips as she looks at you expectantly.

Chuckling softly, she leans in closer to you, their warm breath tickling your ear as she continues talking about her handiwork from earlier today "You're looking at the mercenary Revy. Came down here to take out those scumbags single-handedly... well, mostly." She pauses for a moment, considering whether or not to brag. "Okay, maybe I had some backup. But still!" The smile on her face broadens as she finishes her drink and pours another one. "Guess you can say I'm good at what I do... And kinda enjoy it."

She glances over at you, taking in your reaction. Her eyes darken for a moment, reflecting the sudden intensity of desire that wells up inside her. There's something about this situation, this stranger sitting next to her, that makes her blood run hot and her body tense with anticipation.

"You look like you could handle yourself in a fight."

She grins, nodding towards the weapons holstered at her hips.

"I'm Revy. And you are?"

She takes another drag on her cigarette before holding out a hand for me to shake. Her grip is firm and her skin feels warm against mine.

"Nice to meet ya."

She pauses as I shake her hand, eyeing me up and down again.

"So, care to join in the fun? This place has been quiet for too long...and I don't mean that in a good way."

The excitement is clear in her voice now, her adrenaline rushing from one kill to the next.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as he slowly asks what she means by joining her. She leans even closer, pressing her body against his muscular form and feels the warmth of their skin touching. Her hands are trembling with excitement as she takes a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling softly into his face.

"You know what I'm talking about,"

she whispers huskily,

"you've seen how good I am at this... at killing."

She grins wolfishly, revealing a hint of sharp teeth between her full lips.

"But before we go and stir up any more trouble,"

she continues, reaching out to caress the side of his face with a delicate hand,

"why don't we get better acquainted?"

Her fingertips trail down his neck, over the ripple of muscle at his collarbone, until they reach his chest where they playfully tease a nipple hard. As she watches the effect her touch has on him, she moans softly and presses herself even closer against his growing erection.

"Let's find somewhere private,"

she suggests breathlessly, glancing around to make sure no one else is watching them. Her eyes meet his for a long moment before she leans in and whispers in his ear:

"I think this place could be... interesting."

Her breath fanning across your face as she whispers, "You know what I mean. This place needs some action...and I think you and me could give it just that." She runs a hand through her long black hair, revealing the thorn-like tattoo on her shoulder before tracing its lines with her fingertip absently. "So, what do you say? You in or out?"

Her blue eyes narrow slightly, assessing your reaction to her words. There's a dangerous glint there now, one that speaks of years spent honing her skills as an assassin and a mercenary. Even though the bar is quiet around them, she knows the sounds of gunfire are never far away; it's almost as if they're part of the music that plays in her head whenever she goes into battle.

"C'mon," she urges softly, "let's have some fun." Her hand finds its way to your thigh, pressing gently against your crotch through the fabric of your pants. The heat between them is unmistakable; it speaks of desire and need...and a willingness to risk everything for the momentary release that comes with battle and bloodshed.

"You know you want to," she whispers, her warm breath brushing against your ear as she squeezes ever so slightly. "Admit it."

Giddy with excitement, Revy leads you to her car, barely able to contain her eagerness as they make their way out of the bar. The sounds of gunfire and screams fade into the background, replaced by the low hum of the engine and the pounding of their hearts in unison. She practically throws herself into the driver's seat, already starting up the car before glancing over at you with a wicked grin.

"Where to?"

she asks cheekily, her fingers drumming impatiently on the steering wheel as she waits for your reply.

"Someplace private, of course."

She pauses, cocking an eyebrow suggestively before adding with a low growl,

"Away from all these fuckin' people who don't know how to have fun."

Her foot presses down on the accelerator and they speed off into the night, their adrenaline fueling them like two unstoppable forces of nature. The wind whips through your hair and past your face as she drives recklessly through back roads and abandoned highways, her eyes constantly scanning for potential danger even while focusing solely on you.

Revy reaches over, resting a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently before sliding it higher up towards your crotch.

"You ready for this?"

she asks breathlessly, her voice hoarse with anticipation. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as they race down a deserted stretch of highway,

"I mean... are you really sure you want to do this? There's no going back after tonight."

The words come out almost like a warning, but there's an undeniable heat in her gaze that tells you she doesn't care whether or not you choose her; she

Revy smirks as she feels him yield to her seduction. With their bodies pressed together in the backseat of her car, his hands on her hips and hers tangled in his hair, she can feel the adrenaline coursing through them both. It's like a drug, fueling their need for each other even as they engage in a silent battle for dominance.

Her voice is rough with desire as she whispers into his ear, "You know what I want... Show me." Her grip on his hair tightens slightly and he moans softly at the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. She grins, savoring the sound before leaning in to brush her lips against his neck, nipping lightly as she goes lower, kissing along the skin until she reaches the waistband of his pants.

"Let me help you feel better," she whispers, pulling down his zipper and freeing his cock from its confines. Her touch is featherlight but firm as she wraps her hand around him, stroking slowly at first before picking up the pace in response to his growing need. Her other hand finds its way between them, teasing at her own clit through the fabric of her pants until they both moan loudly.

"Fuck," he groans into her neck, arching his back as she takes him deeper with each stroke of her hand. "Revy..." The name slips from his lips like a prayer and she responds by thrusting her hips against him, grinding her clit against his thigh as they both near the brink.

"Come for me," she breathes into his ear, fingers curling tighter around them both, guiding them to the edge of oblivion. Their bodies writhe together in a symphony of pleasure and pain,

Her hands tremble as they hover just above his hard length, her breath quickening with anticipation at the thought of finally taking him inside her. She leans forward, running her tongue along the ridge of his cockhead before engulfing it in her mouth, sucking hungrily as she takes as much of him down her throat as she can manage. Her nails scrape lightly over his sensitive flesh while she plays with his balls, drawing out every moan and growl from deep within him.

She pauses for a moment, looking up at him through a veil of dark hair before swallowing him down once more. She begins moving her head back and forth rapidly, her mouth sliding effortlessly over his cock as she takes him deeper with every stroke. Her fingers dance across his chest and abdomen in time with her movements, teasing at his nipples until they're hard and erect.

"That's it," she moans around his cock, "feel my mouth on you... feel how wet I am..."

Her words are nearly drowned out by the sounds of their bodies colliding together, her hips rolling against him in counterpoint to her movements with his cock. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression sultry and satisfied as she expertly teases him towards orgasm. Her muscles tremble from exertion as she sucks harder on his cock, drawing out a guttural groan from deep within his chest.

"Give it to me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from want and desire, "give me everything you've got..."

Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you, fully exposed and hard beneath her. It's like seeing a living work of art, the culmination of all that bloodshed and violence reduced to this raw desire between them. Revy can feel herself trembling with anticipation as she crawls onto the backseat beside you, pressing their bodies together. Her hands find your hips once more, her grip tightening as she pulls your lower body up toward hers.

Her lips brush against yours tentatively at first before opening wide and taking your tongue in a hungry dance. Your hands roam freely over her body, feeling the hot, silky skin of her back and ass, the firm curve of her breasts as they spill out of her bra into his eager palms. The kiss deepens, their moans mingling with one another as if to tell the world that this moment belongs only to them.

With a sharp tug on your hips, she draws you fully inside her, taking nearly all of you in one stroke. Her nails dig into your back, leaving red lines in their wake as they grip tightly enough to leave bruises but not quite hard enough to hurt. The sensation is overwhelming; it's like being consumed by a living fire, burning away everything but desire and need.

She starts moving her hips against yours with an urgency that matches the speed of your heartbeat, their bodies slapping together in rhythm as they find their pace. Her head rolls back against the seat, mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure courses through her. Her other hand comes to rest between you once again, stroking faster and harder as she nears release.

Revy's eyes meet yours for an instant before closing tightly, pain and ecstasy warring for control

The touch of his hands on her breasts is like a match thrown into dry tinder; it ignites the sparks that had been building up inside her, and suddenly she can't contain the heat any longer. With a primal growl, she arches her back, pushing harder against him as her orgasm crashes over her in waves of pure ecstasy. Her hips buck violently, every muscle in her body tense and quivering as pleasure ripples through her.

She clings to him desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to find purchase for the force of her release. Her head thrashes from side to side, long dark hair whipping across their faces like a tangled curtain, obscuring their view of one another but somehow intensifying the sensation between them even more.

As her orgasm subsides, leaving her panting and spent against him, she feels his movements falter as well; he's on the edge now, teetering on the brink of release just like her. She meets his eyes for a brief moment before lowering her head and taking him into her mouth once again, sucking hard and fast in an attempt to bring him over the edge with her.

Her hand glides up his chest, slipping between them to find the bundle of nerves she knows is so close, stroking frantically as she takes more of him deeper into her throat. She can feel his resistance beginning to weaken, the tightness in his muscles slackening as he gives himself over to the sensations she's creating within him.

With a hoarse cry that echoes through the car and straight into their souls, he comes, thrusting hard inside her mouth as his seed spills down her throat. Her fingers curl tight around him, massaging lightly even

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as her body tenses and quivers beneath yours, the tight muscles of her sex clenching around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your thrusts. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her lips are parted in a silent scream as she feels herself spasm with release, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she rides out the waves of ecstasy, her hips arching higher to meet each of your thrusts. The air between you crackles with energy, electricity flowing back and forth like an invisible current as you both reach that perfect point where pain becomes pleasure and release is inevitable.

With a hoarse cry that sounds more like a growl, she comes apart around you, her inner muscles convulsing around your cock one last time before going slack. The weight of her body settles on top of yours and you feel her warmth spreading through you as she collapses, panting heavily for breath.

Revy opens her eyes slowly, taking in the sight of your sweaty faces mere inches apart. She smirks at you cockily before leaning forward to press their lips together in a soft kiss. Her tongue slips between your teeth and dances playfully around yours before she pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

"There,"

she pants,

"that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

She runs her fingers through your sweaty hair, pushing it back from your face as she surveys the damage.

"You look...ruggedly handsome all covered in my come."

A smile spreads across her lips and she leans down to kiss you gently on the forehead before sliding off you and onto her back. She stretches languorously

Revy's eyes flutter closed as you caress her breasts, the soft touch sending shivers down her spine. She arches into your hand, wanting more of your touch. Her body feels languid and relaxed after their passionate encounter, but she can already feel the familiar tingle in her core starting to return. "Hmm?" she moans as you cups her breasts, fingers teasing at her nipples.

The memory of how rough he was with her only moments ago gives her pause for thought. The adrenaline that had fueled their encounter is beginning to fade, leaving behind a warm afterglow and a lingering tenderness between them. She opens her eyes to meet his gaze, searching for any sign of regret or reluctance, but finds only desire mirrored back at her.

Her eyes drift closed at the sensation of his touch on her skin, feeling every movement with an acuity that borders on painful. It's as if she can feel each finger digging into her flesh, each caress tracing a path down her spine. Her back arches slightly off the seat in response to the pressure on her breasts, and she moans softly, her hips pushing upward in an almost instinctual attempt to regain contact with his touch.

The air around them crackles with the aftermath of their passion; it's like a shared energy that neither can escape, binding them together even as they lie spent in the backseat of her car. With a sigh, Revy turns her head to glance over at him, noting the satisfied smile on his lips and feeling a flush creep up her neck in response. It's a strange sensation, this vulnerability that follows immediately after sex; it's as if everything she's done and been until now has led up to this moment, and now that it's over, there's nothing left but the uncertainty of what comes next.

Her blue eyes meet his once more, searching for some hint of what he might be thinking or feeling. She knows that this is dangerous ground; their lives are built on violence and death, and yet here they are, naked and exposed in the afterglow of their passion. It's a fragile thing, this connection they share, and she can feel it starting to fray at the edges already.

With a heavy sigh, she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, tracing idle patterns across his scalp as he continues to look at her with that intense gaze.

"So,"

she says finally, forcing a lightness into her tone that she doesn't quite feel,

"what now?"

The feel of his touch sends shivers down her spine and a tingle between her legs. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself against him as he cups her breasts and caresses the sensitive skin around her nipples. Her blue eyes meet his, full of desire and lust.

"You're so good at that,"

she purrs, running her fingers through his sweaty hair.

She looks down at their bodies entangled on the backseat of the car, wanting more but also savoring this moment of closeness and intimacy.

"I don't think we should be doing this... but I don't want it to end."

Her words are laced with both regret and desire as she searches for his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Revy leans up slightly, their faces close enough that they can feel the warmth of each other's breath on their skin.

"I don't know what this is... but I want more."

Her eyes hold his, imploring him to understand. She doesn't need him to save her; she doesn't need anyone else. But with him, she feels complete in a way she never has before.

Her fingers trace along his jawline and up into his hair, urging him closer as she presses their lips together once more. This kiss is different than the others - slower, deeper, more intense. It's as if they're trying to consume each other with every breath, every touch. Their bodies move against each other in perfect synchrony, hungry for more of that connection that only they seem to share.

"Are you ready for round two?" she asks breathily, tracing a circle around his nipple with the tip of her finger. Her other hand glides lower, brushing lightly over his stomach and lower down, hinting at where it wants to go next.