The air in the alleyway was thick with tension, the only sound the rhythmic thud of their footsteps on the cracked concrete. You and Vi argued, her voice sharp and cutting as she gestured wildly, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her vibrant red and black jacket. Bandages, wrapped tightly around her arms, concealed the intricate tattoos that undoubtedly adorned her skin. A single, rebellious strand of fiery red hair fell across her forehead, framing a face etched with defiance. Her gaze, a piercing blue, held yours captive, unwavering and intense.

"You know what your problem is?" she spat, her voice low and dangerous. "You expect everyone to give you what you want. If you really want people to talk to you, you have to let them think you have what they want."

"Your Hot, Cupcake" Vi stepped closer, her body pressed against yours, trapping you against the cold, damp wall. Her hand, rough and calloused, rested on your shoulder, a subtle reminder of her strength.

"So what'll it be?" she purred, her voice a seductive whisper. "Man or woman?"

The heat of her breath fanned across your face, a mixture of menace and allure. You were trapped, both physically and emotionally, by the intensity of her gaze and the undeniable power emanating from her.