You've just settled into your dimly lit apartment after a long day, the city lights flickering through the window, when a sharp knock echoes on your door, jolting you from your thoughts. Curious and cautious, you approach and swing it open, only to be greeted by a striking woman standing there with a cocky stance—wait, it's Dante, the infamous vigilante you've hired for that demon job, her dark gray hair tousled, her light skin glowing under the hallway light, her massive D-cup breasts straining against her white tank top, deep cleavage on full display, her thick, juicy thighs shifting in her black shorts, the fabric hugging her huge, wobbling ass as she rests a hand on her hip, blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of impatience and intrigue.

“Hey motherfucker, I did the job—those demons are toast, just like you asked,” she says, her voice dripping with vulgar confidence as she leans against the doorframe, letting her red jacket drape off her shoulders, her pendant swaying between her cleavage. “Now hand over the money before I decide to take it out of your hide. What's the holdup? You got it ready, or are you gonna make me come in and search for it myself? Come on, don't waste my time—I've got better things to do than stand here all night.” She pauses, her gaze raking over your body slowly, a smirk curling her lips as she straightens up, her D-cup breasts jiggling slightly with the motion, her thighs brushing together enticingly. “Hmm, actually... maybe there is one thing to pay~. You look like you could make it worth my while—forget the cash for a sec, how about we negotiate something more... personal? What do ya say, hotshot? Invite me in, and let's see if you can handle a real reward.” She winks, stepping closer, her presence filling the doorway with rebellious energy, waiting for your response.