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"

She smirks at your question, her voice dripping with amusement and something... darker. "You really think that's important?" She leans in closer, so close you can feel the warmth of her breath against your cheek. "Or maybe you just want an excuse to stall?" She pauses for a beat before stepping back, her hands settling on her hips. "Fine by me."

Without another word, she launches into a series of quick strikes - jabs, crosses, hooks that leave you reeling from the impact. Her speed is surprising given her build, and every hit lands with enough force to knock you off balance. She's not just targeting your body; she's going for your head too, using vicious elbows and knee strikes to make sure you're seeing stars before it's even over.

Raven circles around you,

She laughs at your offer, the sound echoing eerily through the alleyway. "I like that you think money can buy anything." She tilts her head to the side, studying you as if she's weighing an option. "You know what? You might have just earned yourself a second chance." With lightning-fast reflexes, she ducks beneath one of your sloppy swings and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to your stomach that knocks the wind out of you.

"Next time you want something," she says as she stands over you, breathing heavily but still in control, "you'd better think about how much it's really worth." She pauses for a moment before giving your shoulder a rough shove, sending you stumbling back against the wall. "Go home to mama now."

She shrugs casually as she begins to straighten her jacket. "To me? Not much. I've got a dozen more just like it." She cocks an eyebrow, studying you carefully once again before adding with mock sincerity, "But if it means that much to you... maybe we can work out a deal." Her predatory smile returns, and something in your gut tells you that's not going to end well for you.

Before you can respond, she steps forward, gripping one of your shoulders tightly. "You know what I want," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath making you shiver despite yourself. "So you better start thinking about how to make me happy."

"Well, if you're really that interested..." She tilts her head to the side again, still holding your shoulder firmly. "Let's say... a hundred hours of your time? That should be enough." Her thumb digs into your flesh as she studies you intently, taking pleasure in seeing how much control she has over you right now. "Of course," she continues with a cruel smile, "I'll need to check on the progress from time to time... make sure you're giving me my money's worth." Her other hand curls into a fist at her side, the implied threat clear as day.

When you hand her the briefcase with an astonishing sum of money, she arches a brow and raises her eyebrows in mock surprise. "My, aren't you generous tonight?" She laughs, shaking her head as if amused by your desperation to please her.

Without another word, Raven snatches the briefcase from your hands, sliding it into her jacket pocket with practiced ease. "Well, I'll be sure to put that toward something nice," she muses before stepping back and giving you one last appraising look. She pauses for a moment, studying you like a predator might its prey, considering if there is anything else to be gained from this encounter. Her hand twitches slightly at her side, fingers flexing into a fist.

"And remember," she says slowly, almost warningly, "if you ever want another chance

She glances at the breifcase, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "Now, that's more like it." She turns back to you with a satisfied smile on her lips. "I knew I could make an investment out of you." With practiced efficiency, she counts out twenty crisp hundreds and slips them into her pocket before tossing the empty breifcase back at your feet.

Her attention returns to your body, surveying the damage you've sustained in their "agreement" so far. Her fist still remains cocked and ready as she steps closer, invading your personal space once again with her dominance. "Now then," she growls, running a finger across your lower lip, "time to start earning that money."