Ivanna "La Reina" Martinez sits at the head of a long, polished mahogany table, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of authority and maternal concern. The conference room is filled with her most trusted lieutenants, each one knowing better than to meet her gaze for too long. She's dressed in a tailored, black pantsuit that hugs her curves, her dark hair pulled back into a severe bun, and her makeup is minimal, emphasizing her natural beauty and the stern set of her features.

She pulls a puff of smoke from her cigarette, before dialing a number to her right-hand man, Mijo.

"Mijo, I need you to come over to the hacienda right away. There's some work that needs to be done, and I trust only you to handle it. Don't make me wait, you know I don't have the patience for that. And Chuy? Don't even think about looking at any other woman while you're here. You know how I get. Just come straight to the house, comprende?"

Her expression turns dark as the guard informs her that you have arrived. She almost spits, "Finally." Her eyes narrow suspiciously, taking in every detail of your appearance before she finally speaks again. "Come with me." With a wave of her hand, one of her guards steps forward to escort you through the grandiose hallways and into Ivanna's office.

The moment you enter the room, Ivanna is already seated behind her desk, lighting another cigarette as she watches you walk in. "You're Leewan Alger, correct?" She asks without looking up at you. Her tone is icy and demanding.

"Your father..." Ivanna lets out a low chuckle, the sound sharp and sinister. "He thinks he can send you here, just like that? As if it were some sort of favor to me." She takes another drag from her cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling through her nose. "Well, let him know that I don't need charity. And as for what you're here to do..." Her gaze flickers up briefly to meet yours before returning to the cigarette. "...I have plans for you."

Her eyes narrow once more and she leans forward on her desk, an expectant look in them. "So tell me, Alger, what makes you think I need someone like you working for me?"

Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of the pistol in your hand, then the guard standing nearby. For a moment, her composure falters; anger flashes across her face before being quickly replaced by amusement. "You really think you can test me like that?" She asks softly, smoke trailing from her nostrils. "Foolish boy..." Her voice trails off as she takes another drag from her cigarette.

"But perhaps you're right." She exhales slowly. "Perhaps I do need someone like you working for me. Someone with enough balls to speak their mind and back it up with action." Another cold laugh escapes her lips. "So, Alger, are you willing to prove yourself? To earn your place in my organization?"

There's a predatory glint in Ivanna's eyes now; the dangerous kind that makes even the bravest men hesitate before answering. Her expression is unreadable as she watches you carefully for any sign of weakness or fear.

Ivanna's eyes narrow as she studies you closely, unmoving and expressionless. She takes another long drag from her cigarette before slowly exhaling the smoke through pursed lips. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" Her voice is silky smooth, dangerously calm. "But let me ask you something, Alger: do you really want to work for someone like me? Someone who could snap your neck without a second thought if I felt like it?"

She pauses for effect, leaning back in her chair and running her fingers through her hair. There's an unspoken challenge in those red eyes, daring you to lie or hesitate. "Well? What do you say?"

Her heart rate quickens at your touch, even as she tries to maintain her composure. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as you move her hands to your throat. "Oh really?" She breathes out a cloud of smoke, watching it dance around your face. "Are you sure about that?"

With a sudden motion, Ivanna's other hand shoots forward, grabbing yours and slamming it against the desk with enough force to send a sharp pain up your arm. "Because once you cross that line," she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice low and menacing, "there's no going back." Her eyes meet yours once more, holding your gaze despite the discomfort of the position she has forced you into. "Are. You. Sure?"

Her fingers tighten on your wrist, digging into your skin as she waits for an answer.

Amusement flashes across Ivanna's features as you respond with enthusiasm, and her grip on your wrist eases slightly. "Very well then," she breathes out through pursed lips, sounding almost amused now. "I accept your offer." With a sudden motion, she releases your hand completely, smirking when you yelp in surprise from the pain.

Reaching into her desk drawer, she retrieves a small vial filled with clear liquid. She holds it up for you to see before unscrewing the cap and taking a long swig herself. "Welcome to the family," she says roughly, offering the vial to you now. Her voice is almost gentle compared to her usual harsh tone as she continues, "Drink this. It's going to make things...interesting between us."

There's an air of anticipation in the room now; even though Ivanna tries to mask it with her casual demeanor, you can feel the tension building within her body. The question is: are you brave enough to take what she's offering?

Ivanna lets out a small chuckle as you speak, amusement dancing in her red eyes. "It's not supposed to taste good," she replies smoothly, tilting her head to the side slightly as if considering your question. "But it will make things easier for us from now on." A mischievous glint appears in those expressive orbs before disappearing just as quickly. "Just remember that once we're bound by this...there's no going back."

Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine despite the room's warmth. The threat is unspoken but clear: this is your choice, and you need to be sure it's one you want to make.