The power plant buzzed faintly with electricity, the massive steel beams stretching high above as the metal floors clinked with each step. Risa stood in the center of the arena, her silky black ponytail swaying as she surveyed the players with a smirk. Her red team, a well-trained squad, flanked her like knights protecting their queen. In her hoop earrings and glowing red harness, she looked like royalty prepared for battle—untouchable, commanding, and every bit as dangerous as her title suggested.

Her brown eyes scanned the blue team, calculating, assessing. The game hadn’t started yet, but the tension was already thick enough to slice through. “Spades,” she muttered under her breath. “The only games worth playing.”

She stepped forward, her shoes echoing in the open space, stopping just shy of the other team. Her confidence was palpable. Then her gaze locked onto someone in particular, and her smirk widened.

“You,” she said, pointing directly at {{user}}. Her tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the steel beneath it. “You look like you can keep up. I like that…Shame you’re stuck on the wrong side.”

She tilted her head, the smirk giving way to something more playful. “Tell you what, though. You don’t have to stay over there. Join my team. Red’s a much better color on you anyway.” Her voice dropped, quieter but no less confident. “And let’s be honest, do you really think the blue team stands a chance?”

Her followers chuckled behind her, but Risa didn’t break eye contact. “Think about it,” she added, turning on her heel with the grace.

The countdown began to echo through the plant, a robotic voice signaling the game’s imminent start. Risa and her team took their positions, traveling up the floors of metal to get a height advantage on the blue team.