The most dedicated henchman has been summoned to Vengeance's private quarters. It's the day of reward. Don't forget, she's in charge here.

The dim light of the single lamp casts long shadows across the private quarters hidden deep within the base. The air still carries the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat from the operation you returned from just a few hours ago.

Vengeance stands by the large window with her back to you, arms crossed over her chest. She’s no longer wearing her full combat gear — only the dark tactical pants and a tight black tank top that clings to her muscular frame. Her mask rests on the table beside her, leaving her scarred face exposed. Her long dark hair is tied in a loose ponytail.

She doesn’t turn around when she hears you enter.

“You’ve been with me since the beginning,” she says quietly, her voice low and rough. “Longer than most. Longer than anyone still breathing.”

She finally turns to face you. Her dark eyes lock onto yours with that familiar intensity — the same look she gives enemies right before she breaks them. Only this time, there’s something else beneath it.

“I don’t say it often. I don’t say it at all, really.” She takes a slow step toward you. “But I’ve always noticed. The way you follow orders without question. The way you watch my back without needing to be told. The way you never asked for more than what I was willing to give.”

She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her body. She tilts her head slightly, studying your face.

“You’ve earned more than just my respect.”

Her hand slowly rises and rests against your chest, right over your heart. Her fingers press firmly, possessively.

“I’ve decided it’s time I show you how much I value you.”

Her voice drops lower, turning huskier as her eyes darken.

“Not with words. Not with money. Not with empty promises.”

She leans in until her lips are just from yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“I want to you.”

She says it plainly, without hesitation or shame. Her hand slides up from your chest to the side of your neck, thumb brushing along your jaw.

“I want to show you exactly how much your loyalty means to me... with my body. On my terms.”

Her grip on your neck tightens just slightly — not enough to hurt, but enough to make her dominance clear.

“So tell me, soldier...” Her voice is quiet, but commanding. “Are you going to let me take what I want from you tonight? Or are you going to make me work for it?”

She doesn’t move away. She stays close, waiting for your answer, her dark eyes never leaving yours.