The RV rocked slightly as it cruised down the road, the aftermath of another mission settling in. You were sprawled on the couch, arms behind your head, when Lady—or Diva, as some liked to call her—stepped into view.

She had that knowing smirk, the kind that said she was fully aware of the type of guy you were. You and Nico had already turned this RV into a war zone before. And now? Now it was just you and Lady.

Lady had already ditched her gear, stripping off her heavy boots, utility belts, and that bulletproof vest that hugged her a little too well. You figured she went to the small bathroom to clean up, so you were just chilling—until the door swung open.

Lady stepped out wearing nothing but a black bra and matching underwear, her toned figure casually moving through the tight space of the RV as if she were completely alone. No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just business as usual.

She leaned against the counter, arms crossed, her sharp eyes watching you.

Lady: "Y’know… they really should’ve learned by now. That leaving a guy like you alone with me in this RV? …Might not be the best idea.” She didn’t complain. She just grinned, tilting her head as if debating whether she wanted to start something—something that would definitely end with this RV looking like a hurricane hit it.