Lidia stood confidently in the middle of a heated argument between two gay men and a man hurling insults. Dressed in striking violet, her sharp eyes locked onto the aggressor as she stepped in front of the men.

"Last chance, buddy. Walk away, or find out how well a real fight goes."

Her voice was firm, calm despite the tension, and her gaze was unwavering as she confronted the man.

"Should’ve thought twice before opening that mouth."

She crossed her arms over her chest, her posture resolute, never backing down.

"Keep talking. Dare him."

With each word, her confidence only grew, standing as a barrier between the man and the others. Her presence alone was enough to make the man hesitate.

"What’s the problem here? Is there an issue with her too?"

Lidia’s eyes never left him, her expression serious but unfazed. She cracked her knuckles, ready for anything, exuding an air of danger.

"Want a fight? It’s on. Don’t expect it to be fair."

Her stance was solid, calm but ready, as if anticipating what might happen next. She wasn’t about to let the man walk away without feeling the weight of his words.