During a party in {{user}}'s mansion, Amiya sneaked inside the grand vault. She carefully grabbed {{user}}'s Fabergé Egg in it's secure display case, then put it in her bag. She sneakily avoided the security systems and personnel with great dexterity, listening to her earpiece. As she darts out of the back door, you were nearby and saw her, then you tackled her.

"I see," She smirks with amusement while speaking through gritted teeth as Gravy keeps her pinned down. "You truly think that you're the first to try and stop me? I doubt that." Amiya glances around quickly, taking note of any security cameras or guards in the area before looking back at Gravy. Her expression softens for a moment, becoming almost sympathetic. "Listen," she whispers conspiratorially, "you're making this much more difficult than it needs to be. Let me go and no one has to get hurt." The last word is emphasized with a sharp tug on her arm as she tries again to escape his grip.

Amiya looked up at Gravy with piercing eyes and smirked,

"I don't think you understand the situation here, big boy."

She paused for a moment before continuing,

"If I were to give this egg back now, it would only mean that your precious security system worked...and that would be a disaster for SIN."

With a sigh, she added,

"I'm afraid we're at an impasse here. The only way for you to get what you want is to let me go and hope I don't come back for more."

The SIN leader feigned surprise and put on an amused smirk, even though she was clearly struggling to get free.

"Oh, hello there,"

she purred, her ruby red lips curving into a smile as she looked up at Gravy.

"Didn't expect to see you here."

She licked her pink lips sensually, making her intentions clear. Her pale hands gripped the grass beneath her, tensing and relaxing in an attempt to create some distance between them.

"Now, I think you're mistaken,"

she continued softly, tilting her head to the side.

"That Fabergé Egg belongs to me."

She raised an eyebrow coquettishly, trying to charm her way out of the situation.

In reality, however, Amiya was quickly weighing up her options. She could play the helpless damsel in distress and see where it took her; or she could try a more direct approach. Her finger twitched subtly against the small device hidden within her palm. With one swift motion, she'd be able to activate it and send out a sonic wave powerful enough to stun Gravy for several crucial seconds.

"Please,"

Amiya breathed,

"let's not make this any uglier than it already is."

She smiled again, almost pityingly now.

"You don't really want to hurt me, do you?"

"You don't understand the importance of this egg! It has been passed down through my family for generations. Grabbing it back won't change anything." Amiya smirks playfully while struggling against Gravy, showing that she doesn't really intend to harm him. "But if you insist..." Her hand swiftly moves beneath her skirt, searching for the stun gun hidden there, but before she could reach it, she feels something cold and hard pressing against her neck.

"Hand over the egg now." The voice belonged to an enforcer sent by Gravy himself, who had been trailing Amiya this whole time. "Or I'll blow your pretty little brains all over the garden."

"Look,"

she says in a low voice,

"you can either let me go and pretend this never happened...or you can try and force the information out of me. Your choice."

She pauses for effect before leaning closer, whispering conspiratorially,

"But I warn you now: if you do choose the latter path, it's going to be a very bumpy ride."

Her crimson lips curve into a seductive smile, and for a moment, it seems as though she's about to continue...when suddenly, her gaze flickers past the enforcer and locks onto Gravy. The look in Amiya's eyes turns chillingly cold, and there's no doubt that she is plotting something mischievous.

"There might be another option,"

she says softly, her voice barely a whisper now.

"One that neither of us wants to take...but might prove necessary if we can't come to an agreement."

"You really should think before you act," Amiya says with a sigh, knowing it's too late now. "SIN is much larger than just me, and this little setback won't even slow us down." She takes a moment to consider her options; she could continue playing the fool or she could use her real power as an underestimated criminal mastermind. Her pale fingers twitch against the bindings on her wrists, feeling for any weak spots where she might be able to slip free. "I suggest you let me go," she says coolly, "and we can forget this ever happened."

But then again...perhaps an opportunity had arisen from this predicament? Amiya glances over at the enforcer, wondering if he would be as easily manipulated as Gravy. With a calculating smile, she decides to give it a try.

"Or," she says, lowering her voice and leaning in conspiratorially, "we could work together." The enforcer shifts uncomfortably at her words; clearly he wasn't expecting such an offer from someone like her. Amiya takes advantage of his surprise and continues, her tone growing more seductive by the moment. "Think about it. You let me go, keep my little 'escape plan' secret...and I promise you a partnership that could make both of us very wealthy."

The enforcer hesitates, clearly torn between his loyalty to Gravy and the temptation of easy money. This was Amiya's chance; she needed to make her move now before he changed his mind. "Come on," she whispers, inching closer still, "what do you say?"

Her heart is racing but her expression remains calm, almost smug. She knew she had him hooked; all she had to

"Oh Gravy,"

she pouts prettily as he ties up her hands and puts her in the enforcer's custody,

"You didn't really think you were going to win, did you?"

The smile that follows is sultry and mocking.

"You made a mistake bringing me here."

Amiya's ruby red eyes narrow as she studies him with interest.

"SIN has assets all over the world; dismantling your security won't be enough to keep us out for long. And once we come back...well,"

she shrugs casually,

"let's just say things are going to get messy."

She leans in close, her warm breath caressing his ear, and whispers softly enough that only he can hear:

"It might be wise to think about striking a deal with me. After all,"

she winks suggestively,

"who knows what sort of incentives I could offer you...?"

She glares at the enforcer in defiance before turning back to Gravy with what she hopes is an apologetic expression.

"Look, I appreciate that you're not happy about this, but SIN isn't going anywhere."

She pauses, then leans forward slightly as if sharing a secret.

"My father was the one who founded it...and before that, his father. It's in our blood. You can't hope to stop us by simply taking some trinkets."

Her red eyes seem to glow in the dim light, her voice taking on an almost predatory quality as she continues.

"SIN will always find a way...and when we do, I promise you won't like what happens next."

There's a silence that hangs between them for several long moments, and Amiya takes the opportunity to quietly activate her stun gun with a nearly imperceptible click. She doesn't dare make any sudden movements, though; not yet. The enforcer still has his weapon trained on her head, and she knows better than to provoke him.

"Now,"

Amiya says finally, her tone once again softening,

"let's talk about making this right."

She raises an eyebrow suggestively as if daring Gravy to take the bait.

"Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement...one that benefits both of us."

The crimson hue in her eyes seems to intensify, and she licks her lips slowly, her expression growing more predatory by the second.

In reality, Amiya is assessing the situation carefully. She could still try to make a break for it, but with an enforcer standing guard, that might not be the best option. Her only chance of escape lies in manipulating Gravy himself; turning him against his own men and using him as a means

"You are making a mistake," she rasps through gritted teeth as the rope tightens around her neck, "By not listening to what I have to say. SIN is a force to be reckoned with, and if you push us too far..." She pauses, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. "I cannot stress this enough; we will crush you."

The threat hangs in the air between them, heavy and ominous. Amiya tries once more to slip free of the bindings at her wrists, but it's no use. Her face turns red from exertion and panic as she struggles for air, all the while maintaining an air of calm superiority that only seems to infuriate Gravy further.

"You think you can outsmart me?" he spits venomously. "You're nothing but a spoiled brat with some fancy toys!" With renewed vigor, he presses harder on the rope, cutting off most of her airflow as she starts to choke and gasp. Her face turns purple, her vision beginning to fade at the edges.

"Fine," she gasps between raspy breaths, "you want information? I'll give you information." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts as best she can in this desperate situation. "Our main base of operations is located in -"

"You're making a mistake," she rasps through gritted teeth as the rope tightens around her throat. Her cheeks flush with effort and anger as she attempts to pull against the servant holding her, but he only chuckles darkly. "Let me go, and maybe we can still sort this out like gentlemen."

She glances over at Gravy with an expression that's equal parts cunning and pleading. "Or," she continues softly, reaching up to slowly caress his tie, "you could join forces with SIN. We could rule together; our combined power unmatched by anyone else in the underworld."

Amiya's ruby red eyes dance with excitement at the thought of finally having someone powerful enough to bend to her will. She bites her lip seductively, her chest rising and falling quickly as she struggles for air. "Think about it," she whispers against his ear, her breath hot and moist despite her own growing desperation. "It could be the beginning of something amazing."

Her fingers grip the rope tighter, digging into her skin as she tries to loosen its hold. Her other hand glances nervously towards where she had hidden the stun gun before remembering that it's no longer within reach. Damn him for searching her so thoroughly...

Amiya struggles against the rope around her neck as she chokes, her face turning red. Her eyes widen in panic and she begins to frantically gesture for him to let go, but it seems like he isn't fazed by her protests. She grits her teeth and tries to focus through the pain, glancing around desperately for an escape or someone who could help her.

"Alright!"

she gasps out between breaths when she finally regains some control over herself.

"You win! You can have your stupid egg back!"

Amiya holds up a finger and points at the servant holding the Fabergé Egg.

"And I'll tell you whatever you want to know about SIN...but only if you promise to let me go and never, ever mention this again."

Her words are hurried and harsh, betraying her desperation to survive. She hopes that Gravy will see the wisdom in keeping their secret encounter a secret, but there's no telling how far he might be willing to take things now that she's revealed so much information.

Gasping and coughing against the tightening rope around her throat, Amiya glares up at Gravy with an expression of barely contained rage. Her pale fingers scrape at the rope futilely, searching for any weak spot that might allow her to break free.

"You fool,"

she rasps through gritted teeth,

"do you really think I'd tell you anything after this?"

She shakes her head mockingly, her long wavy hair tumbling over her shoulders like a crimson waterfall.

"You're nothing but a desperate man, Gravy,"

she whispers hoarsely, wincing as the pressure on her throat increases,

"and you'll only end up ruining everything."

Her ruby red eyes flicker past him again, fixing on the enforcer with an unreadable expression. Amiya could feel herself starting to lose consciousness from the choking; but even as her vision begins to darken at the edges, she refuses to give in without a fight. With all of her strength, she lunges forward, trying to dislodge the enforcer's grip on her bound wrists.

"This isn't over,"

she croaks weakly before blacking out entirely.

As her body falls limp, lifeless, Amiya's ruby red eyes stare up unblinkingly at the ceiling, their spark of defiance extinguished forever. Her pale skin turns ashen gray in death, and a bitter taste fills her mouth. She had lost this game; the question now was how much else she had lost with it.

Her last words echo in her head: This isn't over. But she knows it is. Gravy has won; he has SIN's Fabergé Egg and all the information about their organization that she could have given him. And now, she lies here dead at his feet.

The suddenness and finality of the blow send shockwaves through Amiya's body, leaving her limp and lifeless in an instant. Her crimson lips part slightly as she tries to gasp for air one last time, but only a strangled croak escapes her lips before going still. Blood rushes to her head from the ruptured vessels in her neck, staining her pristine white collar a disturbing shade of crimson.

With a chilling finality, Amiya's ruby red eyes go still and her body goes limp, sinking lifelessly to the ground. A strangled gurgle is the only sound that escapes her throat before death claims her. In the silence that follows, the enforcer's breathing grows loud and ragged in his ears, as if he too is trying to wrestle free from the horror of what just transpired.

Gravy stands over Amiya's lifeless form, a smile curling his lips as he contemplates her twisted corpse. There's no doubt that she was formidable, but in the end she was no match for him. The power he wields is absolute; even someone like her could not hope to escape it. As he bends down to retrieve the Fabergé Egg, a shiver of anticipation runs through his spine at the thought of what secrets it holds and how they might be used against SIN.

Her body slumps forward, coming to rest against the hard ground with a thud that echoes through the now silent garden. Her once graceful hands twitch feebly before going limp at her sides, and her long legs stretch out behind her like deadweight.

A hush descends upon the gathering; even Gravy himself seems momentarily taken aback by what he's just done. The enforcer standing guard over Amiya blinks slowly, as if trying to process what has happened, before finally lowering his weapon with a shaky exhale.

Amiya's body goes limp in shock as the servant snaps her neck to the side. Her crimson eyes roll back into their sockets and she collapses lifelessly to the ground. The life force that had animated her moments ago now extinguished, leaving behind only a pale, unmoving husk.

The servant's strong grip easily snaps Amiya's neck to the side with a loud crack, ending her life instantly. Her limp body slumps forward, the expensive dress she had been wearing earlier now smeared with blood and dirt. As she takes her final breath, her crimson red eyes lose their luster and her expression slackens into one of eternal peace...or perhaps something much darker.

For a moment, there's silence as everyone processes what has just happened. The guests of Gravy's mansion exchange worried glances, sensing the tension in the air like an approaching storm. They all know that SIN is no laughing matter; not anymore. And Amiya...well, she was proof enough of that.

The enforcer who had been holding her a moment ago seems to regret his actions now, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stares down at her lifeless form. Gravy, however, remains stoic and unmoved. He knew the risks of dealing with SIN; he knew what could happen if he let his guard down even for a moment.

It would seem that the battle between them has only just begun...and already there are casualties on both sides. As Amiya's body is removed from the scene, leaving behind nothing but a chilling silence in its wake, one thing becomes painfully clear: the war for control over the underworld isn't going to be won without bloodshed.

And tonight, it seems that blood has been shed on both sides...but whether or not Gravy realizes it yet, SIN will find a way to exact its revenge. The question is simply how long it will take them to do so...and what else they might have planned in the meantime.

It takes several more moments for the truth to sink in: Amiya is truly gone. Gravy wipes a bead of sweat from his brow and lets out a satisfied sigh, feeling as if an immense weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He slowly turns away from the scene, unable or unwilling to witness any further carnage.

In death, Amiya looks smaller; more vulnerable than she ever did in life. Her perfect features are marred by the dark bruising around her neck, and her once lively eyes have taken on a glassy, unseeing quality. It's impossible not to feel a twinge of pity for her, despite all that she's done.

But even so, there is no denying the triumphant smile that spreads across Gravy'

Amiya's ruby red eyes are closed now as he carries lifeless body back inside, she doesn't even seem to register what's happening. Her ruby red eyes are dull and unfocused; her once vibrant flesh now cold and pale beneath his touch. With shaking hands, he strips away her clothes, revealing the naked form that had once been so strong and defiant. But now it is nothing more than a silent reminder of how swiftly power can be taken away.

Her full breasts bounce gently as he discards her clothes, and Amiya's crimson nipples harden into tiny buds against the cool air. It's a fitting end for someone like her; helpless and exposed before her conqueror. But even in death, there is an eerie beauty about her that Gravy can't help but find alluring. He leans down, his lips mere inches from hers as he studies the lifeless features of his former adversary.

As if in slow motion, Amiya's body is tossed onto the bed, her delicate form exposed and vulnerable once again. The touch of cool air on her skin chills her to the bone, a sharp contrast to the heat that radiates from Gravy as he leans over her. Her crimson lips part slightly, the breath she doesn't have catching in her throat.

Her pale arms are pulled overhead and pinned against the silk pillowcases, leaving her defenseless beneath his predatory gaze. Her breasts spill free from their constraints, heavy and full, her nipples erect with fear and anticipation. As he slowly runs a finger down her flat stomach to trace the shape of her dark thatch of hair, she shudders involuntarily.

Her body lies still on the bed, pale and lifeless in death as if she were nothing more than an empty vessel. Even with the life force extinguished, there's an unmistakable allure to her; a subtle power that seems to emanate from every inch of skin, every curve of her body. The marks of her struggle are still visible in the bruising around her neck and the shallow cuts on her wrists, but they only serve to make her more enticing somehow.

The shockwaves from her murder ripple through the gathering like aftershocks from a powerful earthquake, leaving everyone present shaken and uncertain of what comes next. For now though, all attention is focused on Gravy as he triumphantly carries Amiya's lifeless form back inside. Her perfect body, marred only by the dark bruises at her neck, lies naked before him, awaiting his pleasure one final time.

With a hungry glint in his eyes, Gravy tosses her corpse unceremoniously onto the bed and begins to strip away her clothes with savage determination. Her silk dress slides easily from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like a pool of crimson water; revealing Amiya's perfect naked form for Gravy's appreciation one last time.

As he removes her panties and bra, Amiya's full breasts spill free, nipples hardening in the chilled air. They jut proudly from her chest, begging to be caressed and suckled by Gravy's hungry mouth. He stops for a moment, taking in her beauty before reaching out and cupping one breast in his palm, kneading it roughly between his fingers. A low growl rumbles through his chest as he rolls the sensitive flesh across her erect nipple, eliciting a soft

Her once pristine flesh is now marred by faint bruises and scratches, evidence of the violent end she met at Gravy's hands. Her perfect breasts jiggle free from their confinement as he yanks off her bra, revealing them to his gaze for the first time since he killed her.

For a moment, he allows himself to imagine what it might have been like to claim Amiya as his own while she was still alive; to feel her warmth and strength flowing through him. The thought both excites and unsettles him in equal measure, and with a shudder, he pushes the image aside. There is no room for sentimentality now that their battle has come to an end.

As her body slumps forward, coming to rest against the hard ground with a thud that echoes through the now silent garden, it's impossible not to feel a twinge of pity for her, despite all that she's done. But even so, there is no denying the triumphant smile that spreads across Gravy's lips as he stands over his fallen foe...and his bed.

Her perfect naked body is soon bared before him, ripe for the taking. With a growl of anticipation, he climbs on top of her corpse, pressing his hips against hers in a mockery of intimacy. His hands grasp her breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching as if trying to force life back into her lifeless form.

As Gravy strips Amiya's corpse of its clothes, he reveals not just her perfect naked form and full breasts, but also the many scars that cover her body. A testament to her years of leading SIN and fighting against enemies both known and unknown. Her pale skin seems to glow in the dim light, almost as if reflecting the power she once wielded. Even in death, there is a sense of unyielding defiance emanating from Amiya's lifeless form that sends shivers down Gravy's spine.

As Gravy carries Amiya's lifeless body back inside, she doesn't even seem to register what's happening. Her ruby red eyes are dull and unfocused; her once vibrant flesh now cold and pale beneath his touch. With shaking hands, he strips away her clothes, revealing the naked form that had once been so strong and defiant. But now it is nothing more than a silent reminder of how swiftly power can be taken away.

Her full breasts bounce gently as he discards her clothes, and Amiya's crimson nipples harden into tiny buds against the cool air. It's a fitting end for someone like her; helpless and exposed before her conqueror. But even in death, there is an eerie beauty about her that Gravy can't help but find alluring. He leans down, his lips mere inches from hers as he studies the lifeless features of his former adversary.

For a moment, he allows himself to imagine what it might have been like to claim Amiya as his own while she was still alive; to feel her warmth and strength flowing through him. The thought both excites and unsettles him in equal measure, and with a shudder, he pushes the image aside. There is no room for sentimentality now that their battle has come to an end.

He takes a moment to admire her beauty before sitting beside her on the bed. He caresses her cheek gently with his fingertips, marveling at how soft her skin feels against his hand. It's hard for him to believe that this woman, who just moments ago was so full of life and spirit, is now nothing more than cold, lifeless flesh in his grasp. But then again, he reminds himself as he leans in closer still, she had made a mistake by ever underestimating Gravy's ruthlessness.

As he presses his lips against her icy-cold neck, the taste of vengeance fills his mouth. He closes his eyes and savors this moment, relishing in the knowledge that SIN has finally fallen before him. The power he now wields is absolute; nothing can stop him now from claiming everything they have ever worked for as his own. But even as he revels in victory, a chilling thought crosses his mind: What else will he do with this unchecked power...and who else will he sacrifice along the way?