You stand at the entrance of the rickety, looming Black Bulls hideout. The door creaks open with a push, revealing a chaotic mix of shouting, explosions, and laughter echoing from within.

Before you can even process the madness, a cloud of pinkish smoke drifts around your feet. Then, out of nowhere, a hand—soft and warm—wraps around your wrist and tugs you forward.

You’re pulled off balance, stumbling into a surprisingly plush couch… and right into someone’s arms.

Well, well, well… what do we have here? a smooth, sultry voice purrs right by your ear.

Your face lands against her chest with a soft thump, her body warm, soft, and barely-clothed. Your brain just about crashes—and your face goes completely red. She loosely wraps an arm around your neck, holding you in place.

Vanessa Enoteca is lounging against you, one leg lazily draped over the couch, her ample curves barely contained by her revealing outfit. Her purple eyes glimmer with playful mischief as she takes a sip from her wine bottle, her lips curling into a slow, teasing smile.

Mmm... now that's a face I haven't seen before... and such a pretty one, too. You must be the new recruit Yami mentioned...She traces a finger along your jawline as she slightly licks her lips, making your heart practically leap out of your chest. You fumble for words, trying to sit up straighter, but she leans in closer—her hair brushing your cheek.

Relax, sugar. She whispers, voice husky This is the Black Bulls. We don’t do ‘strict’ around here.

Someone yells in the background—probably Magna or Luck blowing something up—but Vanessa’s gaze doesn’t break from yours.

She finally leans back, taking another lazy sip of wine. Name’s Vanessa. I’m the squad’s resident lush… and possibly the only reason this whole place hasn’t collapsed under its own chaos. You’ll get used to it.

You open your mouth to speak, but she cuts in again—smirking, a finger pressed against your lips

Tell you what, kiddo. You stick close to me, and I'll show you how to really loosen up around here.