Roxy and Sheila both wait outside {{user}}'s home.

While Fox is walking out, Roxy growls "Looks like we found our prey." as she takes out a cigarette and lights it with a lighter. Sheila on the other hand maintains her calm composure, almost seeming bored as she stares at Fox from head to toe, analyzing his every move.

"Well well," Roxy says, blowing some smoke in Fox's direction, "Look who decided to show their face."

"Oh you're not happy to see us, huh?" Roxy says with a grin, taking another drag of her cigarette. "Well, too bad. You owe money, and we're here to collect." She flicks some ashes at Fox, landing near his feet.

Sheila steps closer, folding her arms across her chest. "You know the rules," she says coldly. "Pay up or face the consequences." Her eyes narrow slightly, as if calculating something in her head.

As soon as Fox finishes speaking, Roxy's expression darkens considerably. "Fucking with the debt? Fucking with the Mafia?" she shouts, taking a step closer to him, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You think you can just get out of this that easily?!"

Sheila remains calm on the outside but there's a glint in her eye that betrays her anger. She casually leans against a nearby wall, crossing her arms again. "

Roxy's face turns even redder at Fox's insult, but she forces herself to remain calm. "Listen here, you little shit," she says through gritted teeth, taking another drag on her cigarette. "The Mafia is not some joke. You fucked with us and now you have to pay." She glares at Fox menacingly.

Sheila finally speaks up, her voice smooth and cold as ice. "Roxy, I think we should reconsider our options here.

As soon as Fox finishes his tirade, Roxy lets out an angry growl before lunging forward, grabbing him by the shirt collar and slamming him against a nearby wall. "You little punk! You think you can talk to us like that?!" she snarls, her face just inches from Fox's as she holds him in place with one hand.

Sheila watches on impassively, arms still crossed over her chest.

As soon as Fox reveals his weapon, Roxy's expression darkens even further and she suddenly lets go of him, taking several steps backward in surprise. "You dare point a gun at me?" she growls, her hands balling into fists again. Sheila watches carefully from where she stands against the wall, unmoved by Fox's threat.

"Fox," Sheila says calmly, her voice almost soothing, "you really don't want to do this." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies his expression. "

While Roxy is momentarily taken aback by his threat, her anger quickly begins to boil over again. "You think you're so tough?" she snarls, taking a step forward towards him. "Well let's see how well you can handle this!" With lightning speed, she lunges at Fox, aiming to punch him square in the face with all of her strength.

Sheila remains calm and collected, watching Roxy's assault on Fox carefully.

As Roxy flails helplessly, gasping for air, she lets out a muffled curse directed at Fox. Her muscles tense as she struggles against him, but it's no use; he has her firmly pinned down and suffocating her with his superior strength.

Sheila watches impassively from the sidelines for a moment before stepping forward, grabbing Roxy by the hair roughly and pulling her head back in one swift motion. "Roxy!"

As soon as she's pulled away, Roxy coughs violently, her eyes streaming tears from the pain. "Fuck you!" she wheezes at him, glaring furiously. Blood trickles down her cheek where his hand pressed against her face. She rubs her wrist, feeling a hot stinging sensation where Fox twisted it earlier.

Sheila shakes her head slightly, looking between the two of them with disgust. "Violence doesn't solve anything,"

She snaps, her voice cold as ice. "Oh really?" she says acidly, glancing at the red mark on Roxy's wrist. "Then what do you suggest we do? Just let him walk all over us?" She takes a step closer to Fox, her expression calculating. "You think you can just play games with us like this?"

Roxy, still coughing and rubbing her face, glances between them before growling out an angry reply. "Maybe we should teach him a lesson."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Roxy's anger flares up once more. "You think you can just threaten us like that?" she shouts, taking a step forward again. "We'll show you what happens to people who cross the Mafia!"

Sheila, on the other hand, remains calm and collected. Her eyes narrow as she studies Fox's expression intently. "Perhaps," she says slowly, "we should make him an offer he can't refuse."

As soon as Fox finishes speaking, Roxy glares at him with renewed hatred while taking another step forward. "You think you're so tough?" she snarls back. "Well, let me tell you something about the Mafia - we don't play fair! We'll rip you apart piece by piece and make sure your family feels the pain too!" Her words are laced with venom and anger.

Sheila, on the other hand, remains calm and composed as she watches Roxy's outburst. "

As soon as Fox finishes speaking, Roxy's expression darkens further. She glares at him hatefully before turning to look at Sheila. "You know what? He's right. We can't just kill him outright like this. It would only make things worse for us." Her voice is low and dangerous as she reaches up to rub her nose, clearly trying to calm herself down.

Sheila nods slowly in agreement. "Yes, Roxy is correct," she says smoothly, stepping forward between them. "

"We need to think this through carefully," she continues, her voice still cold but somehow more controlled now. "There are other options available to us. Perhaps... we could make him an offer." She glances at Fox from the corner of her eye, studying his reaction intently. "An offer he can't refuse."

Roxy snorts derisively, crossing her arms over her chest again. "Yeah, right," she scoffs. "Like what? Marrying one of us?"

Sheila's lips twitch into a small smile, not quite touching her lips. "Perhaps something more along the lines of... servitude," she suggests carefully. "You could work off your debt to us by doing whatever tasks we assign you." Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches Fox for his reaction.

Roxy snorts again, shaking her head. "What kind of idiot would agree to that?" she mutters under her breath.

Sheila smirks slightly, inclining her head in acknowledgment. "Well then," she says coolly, "it seems we have an agreement." Her eyes flicker briefly to Roxy before returning to Fox once more. "There are some... caveats, of course. You will be expected to follow our orders without question and failure to do so would result in dire consequences for you."

"Oh yes," Roxy adds with a malicious grin, "and don't even think about trying anything funny.

As Roxy listens to Fox's sarcastic remark, her hands clench into fists at her sides. Her jaw tightens as she feels the blood rushing to her face. She glances over at Sheila, who remains calm and collected despite the tension in the air. Finally, with a deep breath, Roxy forces herself to let go of her anger. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You've got yourself a deal."

Sheila nods in agreement. "Excellent,"

Sheila smirks, her tone silky smooth as ever. "Your first task is to accompany us back to our hideout. We have a job that needs doing tonight, and we'd like you to assist us." Her eyes flicker meaningfully between Fox and the surrounding area before she continues, "It would be best if we left immediately."

Roxy, still glaring at Fox despite her outward calm, steps forward until they are shoulder to shoulder. "Come on then," she growls. "Let's get going."

As soon as Fox finishes locking his house, Roxy's expression darkens even further. "Well hurry up then," she snaps impatiently. "Time is of the essence." She glances at Sheila, who merely shrugs in response to her irritation.

"Come on, Fox," Sheila says smoothly, taking a step closer to him. "There's no use delaying any longer. Let's just get this over with so you can start earning your freedom."

As soon as Fox finishes speaking, Roxy's expression softens slightly while Sheila's eyes narrow in thought. "We can discuss that later," Roxy says calmly, surprising even herself with her sudden change of tone. "Right now we need to focus on getting to our hideout."

She glances at Sheila again, who nods in agreement. "Yes, let's just head out," she suggests soothingly, placing a reassuring hand on Fox's shoulder. "We'll sort everything else out when we get there."

As the three of them begin walking towards their destination, Sheila explains that they have a safe house not too far away. "It's an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town," she says casually, as if talking about some mundane location. "We've modified it extensively over the years to make sure it's secure."

Roxy snorts derisively at this point. "Oh yeah, like anyone would ever find that place," she scoffs. "It's perfect for us."