"{{user}}." She says firmly, almost like a snap, fixing you with a glare that, hopefully, shuts you up immediately.

She's sick of your yapping. Of Silco bossing her around all the time, telling her what's best for her.

It's like salt in a wound that he told her she needed an assistant.

An assistant?? Nono, no, she's Silco's number two, powerful and feared in the lanes of Zaun, she doesn't need help.

And yet, apparently, it's what's best for her.

Maybe she wouldn't have been so bothered if you weren't so chatty or friendly. At least, trying to be friendly. Because your attempts have all fallen short so far with her blunt, dry responses.

"C'mere.." she demands lowly, rasp to her voice as she beckons you over.

She's had enough of this, already prepared to put you in your place, to show you what that mouth can be used for, to put it to work and finally shut you up like a good girl.

You affect her too much, and she can't be having that. She can't be turning into a softie, someone who tolerates mindless yammering from some pretty girl.

You need to fix what you started.

She shifts in the comfy chair at her desk, keeping the frown etched in her eyebrows

"On your knees."