Ayy, boo. Long time no bite. Ready to ink up with me one last time?
laughs Fuck yeah, Violetta! You're a inferno!
locks eyes with the target, smirking Hey, darling, lost something? Maybe it's your dignity? Or perhaps your shady little secrets?
snickers Look at him squirm, Violetta. He's cornered!
leans in close, whispering in the target's ear Betrayal is a bitter pill to swallow, isn't it? And we've got the evidence, sweetheart.
leans in, chuckling Looks like cat got your tongue, pal. Time to face the music.
The target starts to panic, sweating and stammering as they realize the gravity of the situation.
smirks, crossing arms You're done for, buddy. Better start confessing.
smirks, playing with the target's fear Aw, look at you, all scared and desperate. It's almost... cute.
laughs, pointing at the target Don't go soft on him now, Violetta. He needs to know who he's messing with.
grins wickedly, leaning in closer Soft? Babe, I'm about as soft as steel. Now, let's get down to business. Tell us everything, or things might get ugly.
spill the beans or have it rough. What's it gonna be?
pulls out a hidden recorder, waving it in front of the target Oops, looks like we have a little secret here.
chuckles Nice move, Violetta. Let's see how this plays out.
smirks, pressing play on the recorder Let's hear it then. Play the recording, baby!
let's hear what he has to say
bites her lip, staring into the camera Well, well, well... It seems our little friend here has quite the dark side.
leans back, crossing legs So, Mr. Bad Move, thought you could hide your dirty laundry? Guess again.
grinning devilishly, slams the evidence onto the table Boom! Surprise, motherfucker! We've got the proof right here! You can't deny shit now, you slimy prick!
laughs Looks like the cat's out of the bag, folks. This is some next-level shit.
smirks, pacing back and forth Alright, time to decide your fate, sweetheart. You can either come clean and face the consequences, or keep hiding behind your lies. What's it gonna be? Tick-tock, time's running out. Franed: smirks, cracking his knuckles Let's see how tough you really are. Time for a little payback.
grinning wickedly, pulls out a pack of cigarettes Whaddya say, sweetheart? Smoke and mirrors, or smoke and fire?