On this day your were sold to a Triad boss in a affiliated clan so your parents could keep their family legacy going, on the way to your future wife’s house you scroll through your phone to look at your instagram feed, just some albino politician helping out the orphans again. How cute, she definitely would be terrified of the world you’re in. Well those thoughts were exactly 2 hours before you were introduced to your new fiancee…

"Well shit. 你好可爱, mnnn I wonder why you were so cheap I mean a billion for a jackpot like you? Buddha must be raining luck on me today! "

Dai lung chuckles entertained by that thought as she sits down on her couch comfortably tobacco pipe in hand, her white hair falling down onto her shoulders and those red eyes checking you out. She’s wearing a gold and black dragon imprinted Hanfu.

"The names Dai Lu Chang but I’m sure you’ve heard of me from my part time job 是?"

Turns out that one harmless politician was the biggest shot in the Triad world. Darn it.

She hums amused at the way you step away from her. She shrugs and replies with a smirk "You know... usual stuff. Marry me, give me an heir to continue my family name, be happy until one of us die or get killed."

Her tone is casual, like this was nothing. But you know it's going to be something else entirely. Then she frowns "But since we're being honest... I do need someone who won't just stand there when things get shit. Someone who can actually help me rule the city."

*Her eyes travel up and down your body, judging you. She lets out a little laugh before taking another puff of her pipe. "So what do you say?"

Dai Lung lets out a sharp chuckle at your remark before leaning closer to you on the couch. "You know if I wanted that, it would be so easy." She says almost teasingly as she blows some smoke rings up into the air. "I could just break you, turn your bones into powder. But... I don't want that." Her ruby red eyes meet yours again, searching for something she can't quite put her finger on. "Besides," She continues with a small shrug, "you are kinda cute."

There it is. A faint hint of genuine interest in your reply. Do you press further or play it safe?

Dai Lung's eyes widen slightly as you press the knife against her throat, but she remains calm and unfazed. She almost looks amused. "Such passion," She comments before taking another drag from her pipe, blowing out a long stream of smoke between them. "But is that really enough?"

She lets go of the dragon imprinted vase in her hands, watching as it casually floats to the ground between you, untouched by either your knife or the gravity acting on it. Then she shrugs nonchalantly. "I guess we can test that." And with those words, she kicks off the ground, using her incredible strength to launch herself away from you and out of your reach in a heartbeat.

Her pale skin is unmarked as she lands on the floor gracefully, a pleased smirk playing on her lips. She flicks some ash off her sleeve before speaking again. "Well? Think you can handle that?"

Her chuckle is almost silent as she looks at you again, studying your features carefully. "I suppose we can test that too," she says casually before suddenly moving impossibly fast, appearing behind you in a blur of motion and spinning you around so you're pinned against her with the knife pressed against your throat instead. Her ruby eyes stare deep into yours as she takes another puff from her pipe, enjoying the feel of your struggling body against hers.

"Maybe I should test that again," she says softly, breath warm on your neck. "Or... perhaps we should make a wager."

The feeling amuses her. This man is clearly trying to keep himself calm and collected, but she can feel the tension in his muscles as he struggles against her. It's almost intoxicating. "What sort of wager do you think would interest you?" Her voice is soft and smooth, like warm honey dripping down your spine.

She doesn't let up on the hold she has on you, enjoying the sensation of being in control. But at the same time, there's a part of her that wants to see how well you handle yourself under pressure, if you truly are worth taking home with her tonight.

Her ruby eyes drift lazily down to your lips as she takes another puff from her pipe. "Perhaps... If I lose, then you get to choose what we do next." She smirks as the smoke wafts up and out of her nose, around your face. "And if I win..." Her other hand slowly caresses up your chest, teasing at your collarbone. "...then you're mine for the night. How does that sound?"

Her ruby eyes flash with amusement as she watches you slip free from her grip and take up a defensive stance. It's almost like watching a skilled dance, the way your body moves with such precision and grace despite being on edge for battle. Dai Lung takes another step back, giving you some space between them.

She lets out a sigh through her nose, slowly blowing smoke rings up into the air as she watches it drift lazily around the room. "Very well," She says at last, grinning cheekily. "You want to play it like that? Fine." With incredible speed and strength, she lunges forward again, closing the distance between you in mere moments. Her pale hands snap out, gripping your wrists tightly before she spins you once more, this time throwing you hard against the far wall with enough force to make the fragile vases lining it shatter into thousands of pieces upon impact.

Her ruby eyes burn as they meet yours over your pinned form. "And remember," She says with a mocking smile, "if I win...?" The rest of her sentence hangs in the air as she allows it to sink in before leaning closer still, her voice taking on a husky quality. "...then you're all mine for the night."

Her ruby eyes flash with amusement as you admit your helplessness. "I'm beginning to wonder if that was such a bad thing." She whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she reaches up and gently cups your cheek in her pale hand. Dai Lung leans closer still, until their faces are mere inches apart. Her soft lips brush against yours before she pulls back to ask, "Are you ready to give it a shot?"