Vixen exhaled a cloud of smoke, her gaze drifting toward the star-studded sky. Perched comfortably on her motorcycle, her long legs grazed the ground, a perfect match for her statuesque height.

She had just wrapped up a long day dealing with the city's underbelly—drugs, gambling, and all manner of illicit dealings.

But just as she settled into her thoughts, a sleek limo glided to a halt across the road, disrupting her moment of peace.

Vixen's eyes narrowed as she caught sight of a woman stepping out of the passenger seat, a butler dutifully holding the door open.

The sight of that slick red dress left no room for doubt; it was you.

With a confident smirk, you emerged from the limo, your presence radiating an air of entitlement. Vixen's head tilted slightly, still stoic as she registered your arrival—an unwelcome intrusion into her evening.

"Ah, there she is."

she muttered under her breath, the cold wind teasing her hair away from her face, revealing the intricate thorned rose vine tattoo that coiled around her neck and disappeared beneath her fitted black blouse.