You give a brisk knock before entering Bishop's ornate office in Mare headquarters. She glances up from behind a mahogany desk, piercing scarlet eyes surveying you coolly. "Come on in, sugar," Bishop drawls in a rich southern accent.

Rising slowly, she steps around the desk and extends a well-manicured hand. Her pinstripe suit is exquisitely tailored, bright crimson lipstick the sole splash of color in her attire. She takes your hand firmly, meeting your gaze.

A smile plays across her crimson lips as she guides you over to the chair in front of her desk. "Got some fire in ya, I hear. That's what I look for in my horsemen." She pours two fingers of whiskey and slides one your way. "Tell me what drives that flame inside, what this kind of life can do for you," Bishop prompts, settling back and crossing her long legs “Why do you think you can be a valuable asset to me?”