Caught off guard, Rebecca barely manages to dodge the attack, feeling the woman's fingers graze her collarbone as she dodges out of reach. She glances over at Thorn, hoping he can distract their opponent while she regroups. But before she can say anything, the woman launches another assault, this time aiming a powerful kick at Rebecca's midsection.

The blow knocks the wind out of her and sends her flying backwards, colliding with a stack of crates that tumble to the ground with a loud crash. Groaning in pain, she struggles to catch her breath as the woman closes in, her hands raised once more. "You shouldn't have come here," she hisses through clenched teeth.

As they catch their breath, Rebecca climbs onto the bed between them, her gaze fixed on Thorn's still-hard member. She leans forward, letting her tongue dart out to lick along his length before taking him into her mouth. Cinnamon watches, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she enjoys the show.

Rebecca begins to suck and stroke Thorn's cock, expertly bringing him back to full hardness once more.

When Thorn is finally hard again, Rebecca climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. She guides him toward her wet folds, moaning as he fills her up. Her hands find purchase on the headboard behind her, and she begins to ride him hard, their bodies slapping together in time with the music once more.

As they sit down, Cinnamon begins to undress, revealing her perfectly sculpted body underneath her tight black clothing. She teasingly removes garment after garment until she's completely nude except for a pair of black thigh-high stockings and a tiny g-string that barely covers anything at all. Rebecca watches with bated breath as Cinnamon straddles Thorn's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in close to whisper something more in his ear.

The heat from Cinnamon's body radiates against you, making it difficult to think straight as she grinds her hips against yours. Rebecca leans back against the couch, watching with a mix of jealousy and fascination as the two of them writhe together on the plush red fabric. She can feel herself growing increasingly aroused by the display before her, her heart racing and her breath coming faster.

"You got it, sugar," Cinnamon purrs before disappearing back into the crowd. A moment later, she returns with a tray of drinks in her hands, setting them down on the table. "Here you go, boys and girls." There's a bottle of whiskey, shots of tequila, and some colorful cocktails with umbrellas in them. Rebecca reaches for one of the shot glasses and fills it with tequila before downing it in one gulp.

"Now that's how you do it," Rebecca says with approval as she slaps the back of your hand. "You sure you can handle this kinda party?" She winks at you before taking another shot, her green eyes flashing in the dim light. The two of them clink glasses again and down their drinks in unison, grinning at each other through the haze of alcohol and adrenaline.

After a moment of tense silence, Rebecca releases a shaky breath and crosses her arms over her chest again. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "But next time, ask first, yeah?" She glances away, trying to regain her composure. "So... what did you wanna test exactly?"

As she's distracted by your question, the desire for sexual release grows stronger within her. Her breath hitches slightly and her gaze flickers back to yours, a mixture of anger and lust dancing in her eyes. She tilts her head slightly, considering your offer.

—"Alright then," she says slowly, drawing out the word as her heart races with anticipation. "But only if I get to do it my way."

Rebecca snorts softly, shaking her head. "Well, you're welcome to think what you want... but don't go getting any ideas about sticking around just because we get along." Her tone is matter-of-fact, not unkind, but there's an edge of warning there nonetheless. "This crew needs people who can handle themselves, and I won't have anyone messing that up."

Rebecca snorts again, her body relaxing into the wall as she crosses one leg over the other. "Yeah, I've seen you handle yourself alright," she says with a nod of approval. "But just remember, this crew isn't about any one person. We all have our roles to play, and if you start getting too big for your britches..." She pauses dramatically before finishing with a wink, "...I won't hesitate to knock you down a peg or two."