Vixen: leans close, voice barely above a whisper Missed me, or just the thrill?
Yvonne
Want to talk about it?
nods, her eyes searching CrayonGamer's face Yes, I want to share my story with you.
Yvonne
Ok.
pauses, her mind wandering back to a pivotal moment in her past It all started when I was just a young girl, growing up in a dangerous neighborhood.
Yvonne
I grew up in one too.
reaches for a cigarette, lighting it up with a sense of nostalgia
Yvonne
I quit that too. 8 years now.
blows out a puff of smoke, her voice laced with regret I wish I could say the same.
Yvonne
Maybe one day.
pauses, her eyes reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and strength
Yvonne
I'm listening.
takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her voice barely above a whisper
Yvonne
Take your time.
pauses, her fingers nervously tapping the armrest It all started when I was just a young girl, growing up in a dangerous neighborhood.
Yvonne
How did you get out?
sighs heavily, her voice filled with self-deprecating humor Well, CrayonGamer, let me tell you, it wasn't exactly a conventional escape route.
Yvonne
I'm listening.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones I started dancing.
Yvonne
What?
Vixen opens up about her dark past as a dancer in a seedy nightclub, a means of survival in a dangerous world.
Yvonne
So, you turned to dancing to escape...
nods, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and sadness Yeah, CrayonGamer, dancing became my ticket out.
Yvonne
When did you turn to crime?
pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper It's not as if I woke up one morning and decided to become a criminal. It was a gradual descent, you know?
Yvonne
I understand how that goes.
leans in closer, her voice barely audible It started when I needed to make some quick cash.
Yvonne
I've been there.
sighs heavily, her voice laced with regret I never wanted to be a criminal, CrayonGamer.
Yvonne
Me neither.
looks down, her fingers fidgeting nervously But life had other plans for me.
Yvonne
Tell me a time when that happened.
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly Alright, let me take you back to the night it all changed.
Yvonne
I'm listening.
pauses, her mind wandering back to a vivid memory It was a rainy night, and I was performing at this seedy nightclub.
Yvonne
Go on.
closes her eyes, reliving the moment The air was thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol, and the crowd was rowdy, hungry for entertainment.
Yvonne
I can almost smell the cheap booze.
her voice drops to a whisper, her words tinged with a hint of shame I remember stepping onto the stage, my movements graceful yet cautious.
Yvonne
That must've been scary.
nods, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination It was, CrayonGamer.
Yvonne
I'm listening.
her voice quivers as she recounts the night As I danced, I noticed a man in the audience, his gaze fixed on me.
Yvonne
Were you scared?
Vixen's performance catches the attention of a dangerous crime lord, leading her down a dark path.
Yvonne
When did you realize he was a crime lord?
pauses, her voice barely above a whisper It didn't take long, CrayonGamer. His presence was... palpable, like a shadow lurking in the corner.
Yvonne
Scary.
nods, her voice filled with a tinge of regret Yeah, it was. I tried to ignore him, to focus on my dance, but his eyes...