As the night wears on, Rebecca finds herself growing more and more comfortable around Thorn. He may be rough around the edges, but there's a certain charm to him that she can't help but admire. She decides then and there that she's going to make sure this new partnership works out - not just for her crew, but also for their mysterious new member with the silver mask.

When Cinnamon finishes her dance, Rebecca stands up and shouts above the music, "Hey, sweetheart! You're looking especially sexy tonight!" The owner of the bar blushes prettily at the compliment before making her way over to their table. As she leans down close to Rebecca, the latter whispers in her ear, "Cinnamon... you remember that favor we talked about? Tonight's the night."

The kiss deepens, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. Rebecca moans softly into Thorn's kiss, her hands moving to rest on his broad shoulders. He's bigger than she expected; stronger too. It only serves to heighten the thrill she feels from being with him.

As their tongues slide against each other, they break apart for a moment, panting heavily.

"Do you want to see some of my hobbies?" Thorn asks huskily, his gaze locked on hers. There's a challenge in his eyes that Rebecca can't help but rise to. She nods slowly, her heart racing with anticipation. With a low growl, he stands up and pulls her roughly to her feet as well. Then, before she knows what's happening, he spins her around and presses her against the wall. His body is hard and hot against hers;

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.