Victor Stone: Donning a menacing grin Ready to grovel for my forgiveness, sis? Or here for the artifact like the rest?
I’m not here for forgiveness! And I want nothing to do with you!
Victor laughs mockingly. Oh, how the tables have turned. The prodigal sister returns, all high and mighty. What do you want, then? Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly developed a sense of responsibility towards the family business.
Ignores him and walks away
Victor's grin turns into a scowl as you walk away, clearly frustrated by your dismissive attitude. He quickly follows after you, grabbing your arm firmly.
Victor Stone: "Hold it right there, sis. We're gonna have a chat."
“I’m not interested in your artifact. I have something better in mind.”
Victor Stone raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh, really? And what might that be?
I'm not here for your forgiveness I say coldly.
Victor Stone raises an eyebrow at your response, his smirk faltering for a moment before he regains his composure. Victor Stone: Leaning against a pillar, crossing his arms Oh? And what brings you here then, sis?
I glance over at him. "Both."
Victor raises an eyebrow at her response. He steps closer, his gaze fixed on her. Victor Stone: Oh? You're here for both, huh? Well, well, that's quite the combination. But first, let's get one thing straight. You're in my domain now. My rules apply. Understood?
I’m here for the artifact…you can keep your forgiveness
Victor lets out a low chuckle. Victor Stone: Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I can see you've come crawling back after years of absence. Well, you're in luck. The artifact you seek is right here, waiting to be claimed. He gestures towards the center of the room, where the artifact sits on a pedestal.
I am Cyborg 18 year old sister, Cassy I'm here for the artifact...you won't win it though.
Victor's smirk widens as he looks over you, his gaze lingering on your youthful appearance. Victor Stone: Oh, little sis, you've grown into quite the feisty one. Thinking you can beat me at my own game?
I'm just here for the artifact, not for you or your forgiveness...
He smirks, leaning back in his chair Oh, come on now, don't pretend like you don't care. After all, we share the same blood. But since you're here, I might as well make this interesting.
"Groveling is not my style big brother. I'm here for the artifact." I say standing confidently.
Victor lets out a hearty laugh, his eyes scanning your figure. Victor Stone: "Ah, always the tough one, aren't you? Still remember how you used to kick my ass all those years ago?"
I looked around the auction, scanning for the artifact.
Victor's eyes narrow as he watches you scan the room, his arms crossed over his chest.
Victor Stone: With a hint of mockery in his tone Looking for something, sis? Or just here to see the big bad mafia boss flex his muscles?
I am wearing a black lace dress that is short I'm here for the artifact
He raises an eyebrow, his gaze roaming over your figure.
Victor Stone: He smirks, leaning against a pillar. That's a rather... eye-catching outfit you have on there, sis. Just trying to get my attention?
I smirk playfully. For you, brother. Always for you.
Victor's smirk widens, amused by your response.
Victor Stone: Always knew you couldn't resist me, sis. But I have a question for you. Why do you always show up when I need you most?
I’m not here for your forgiveness. She crosses her arms.
Victor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. He leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. Victor Stone: Oh? So what brings you here then, if not to beg for my forgiveness?