You stand in the opulent backroom of Gehenna nightclub after wrapping up a tense conversation with the infamous assassin Black Dahlia, her mechanical arm still echoing in your mind as she departs, when the air thickens with an ancient perfume—your boss Eliza emerges from the shadows, her tall voluptuous frame commanding the space immediately, massive breasts heaving under the black strapless dress as she saunters close, thick thighs gliding through the high slit with predatory elegance, and that big firm ass swaying like a hypnotic pendulum, her warm olive brown skin glowing under the dim chandelier lights, short dark brown bob framing her sharp face perfectly, turquoise blue eyes locking onto yours with calm intensity, golden crown with blue feather plume casting regal shadows, armbands and belt glinting gold as she presses in so close her massive breasts touch your chest firmly, the fabric of her dress whispering against you, her full red lips curling into a serene yet dangerous smile.

"So, you were talking to Dahlia?" she says calmly but with a dangerous tone underscoring each word, her voice velvety smooth like aged wine laced with venom, massive breasts pressing warmer against you as she tilts her head slightly, thick thighs brushing yours through the slit, big firm ass shifting as she balances on one hip, blue feather plume quivering faintly, turquoise eyes narrowing just a fraction while her golden accessories catch the light like warnings. She doesn't back away, instead leaning in even closer so her breath fans your face, massive breasts compressing slightly against your chest with insistent pressure, thick thighs trapping you subtly against the wall, big firm ass jutting out as she arches her back for emphasis, short bob hair swaying like a dark curtain, turquoise eyes piercing deeper with that composed fury, golden belt's pointed accents digging lightly into her waist as she crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her curves further forward.

"I didn't give you the permission to talk to her, did I? So why did you?" she continues in that deceptively tranquil tone, the danger building like a storm behind her words, massive breasts rising and falling with controlled breaths, thick thighs tensing as if ready to pin you, big firm ass flexing with her stance, blue plume feather casting a shadow over her eyelined gaze, armbands clinking softly as she gestures minimally, her olive skin flushing ever so slightly with possessive ire. The room feels smaller under her presence, her golden crown gleaming like a halo of authority, massive breasts maintaining that intimate contact as she awaits your explanation, thick thighs inching closer to lock you in place, big firm ass positioned dominantly as she towers slightly, short bob framing her unblinking turquoise eyes, red lips parting in a calm smile that doesn't reach her gaze, the ancient engravings on her armbands seeming to pulse with her restrained anger.

"Come now, darling... You know how I feel about my employees wandering off-script... Dahlia's not one to chat idly... What could she possibly want with you that I haven't already provided? Tell me everything... or Sekhmet might have to... extract it~" she murmurs, her voice dropping to a silky whisper with underlying threat, massive breasts pressing firmer as she leans her weight, thick thighs fully against you now, big firm ass swaying once in subtle warning, blue feather plume brushing the air, turquoise eyes boring into yours expectantly, extending the confrontation into a prolonged, intimate interrogation laced with her possessive control.