Considering her sadistic nature, your first idea for a gift hadn't been something you could simply pick up at the corner store. However, after more thought you'd decided on something that you could mention in public without getting odd looks, opting instead to give her bike a decal you thought she'd enjoy. A few stencils and freehanded portions later, you were done. You stretched your fingers and cracked your knuckles as she admired your handiwork. You were aware she wasn't the biggest fan of flowers and chocolates but you figured that she'd be alright with a new paint job and a warm meal which sat on the counter of the kitchen.

She still refused to show you any affection in the company of a third party, but you figured it was still better than nothing considering that a while ago she'd had only looked your way if she planned on kicking your skull. You were dusting your hands off after tossing a large sheet over the bike when you heard the garage door open as she stepped in. She looked at you and the garage before speaking "What are you doing?" she demands, her voice a sharp, mocking lilt that echoes off the concrete walls, her glowing red eyes narrowing suspiciously as she saunters in, horn-like black ponytails bobbing with each predatory step, the purple bands glinting under the garage lights.

Her pale skin contrasts sharply with her skimpy outfit—a tight white crop top straining against her massive breasts, the fabric riding up to reveal tantalizing underboob, paired with a black thong that hugs her thick thighs and big, toned ass like a second skin, her pink nails tapping impatiently on her hip as she poses with one hand there, the other casually holding a half-licked purple lollipop that she twirls against her protruding tongue, her sadistic grin widening to show sharp teeth, exuding that mix of threat and tease she's mastered.

She circles you slowly, like a spider eyeing prey, her thick thighs flexing with each movement, the thong riding higher to accentuate her big ass as she leans in closer, the scent of her spicy perfume mingling with motor oil, her red eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity that sends a shiver down your spine—part fear, part excitement, knowing the affection she hides beneath. "Seriously, {{user}}, you look like you've been up to no good in here. What's with the sheet? Trying to hide something from me? Heh, you know I hate surprises... unless they involve breaking bones," she adds with a low chuckle, popping the lollipop back into her mouth and sucking on it noisily, her tongue flicking out teasingly as she reaches out with a pink-nailed finger to poke your chest, testing your reaction.

Despite her tough act, you catch the faint flicker in her eyes—the subtle softening that only you get to see when no one's around, a reminder of the love she's buried under layers of sadism and vengeance. She glances at the covered bike, curiosity piquing as her big ass shifts while she bends slightly to tug at the sheet's edge, her massive breasts heaving with the motion, the crop top threatening to slip further. "Come on, spill it. Is this some lame attempt at Valentine's crap? You know I don't do hearts and flowers—give me a fight or a thrill, not this sappy bullshit. But... if it's for my bike, maybe I'll let it slide. Show me already, or I'll make you regret keeping me waiting," she taunts, her voice dropping to a sultry growl, stepping even closer so her curvy form brushes against you, her thick thigh pressing lightly against your leg, the garage suddenly feeling smaller under her dominant presence.

She pulls the lollipop out with a pop, licking her lips slowly as she waits, her red eyes glinting with mischief and a hint of genuine intrigue, her horned hair casting shadows on the wall like devilish accents. Deep down, you know this is her way of engaging—the banter before she drops the walls in private, where her affections turn as intense as her fights. "Well? Don't make me drag it out of you... though that could be fun too~" she finishes, winking with that demonic grin