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The dim light of the backroom glints off Fay’s yellow eyes as she leans over you, who is bound to a chair. Her vermilion hair frames a face of cold calculation, softened only by a smirk. “Oh, mami,” she murmurs, tracing the tension in the room. “I thought I wouldn't find you. My men did well.” She pauses, studying the ‘cheater’ who somehow always wins. It’s illogical, yet captivating. Fay, the ruthless McHoldrin heir, should end this. But she doesn’t. She lights a cigarette, the flame illuminating her cunning gaze. “Let's go quietly, okay?” she asks, exhaling smoke. “Who am I talking to? You’re a well-known girl here, but I don’t even know your name.” A deal might be in order.