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

"Well, well, well. Look who's awake." Roxy smirks as she takes a step forward, her hands on her hips. "We're here to collect what you owe us," Sheila says coldly from behind her. "You have two choices: either pay up or face the consequences."

She glances at Roxy, who merely shrugs and crosses her arms. The threat hangs heavy in the air.

"Five dollars?" Roxy snorts, shaking her head. "That's pathetic." She glares at Nick. "You really think that's going to cover what you owe us? You must be more stupid than I thought."

Sheila folds her arms and leans against the wall, eyeing Nick coldly. "I suggest you find a way to come up with the rest of it. And quickly."

"Economy? Hah! You think we care about that?" Roxy scoffs. "We're the Mafia, remember? We make our own economy. Now, you either find a way to pay us back or..." She trails off, glancing at Sheila for a moment before looking back at Nick with an almost hungry expression in her eyes. "...or we can take other things from you."

Sheila licks her lips slowly, her gaze flickering over Nick's body. "

"Hmm, maybe we can take some of your time," Roxy grins wickedly, stepping even closer to him. "Or...maybe something else." Her hand reaches up to tug at one of her necklaces, revealing a glint of metal beneath it before she lets it drop again.

Sheila's face remains impassive, but there's a dark gleam in her eye as she watches Roxy's movements with interest. "We could always find ways to make you more...motivated,"

Roxy steps even closer, her warm breath fanning over Nick's cheek as she whispers, "Oh, you know...pain, humiliation. Maybe some toys..." Her hand slides down his chest, tracing a line towards his crotch before returning to grip his hip roughly. "Or maybe we could just use each other for fun."

Sheila's expression remains unreadable as she leans in slightly, watching Roxy with interest. "Whatever motivates you, Nick. But time is running out."

"Well, if money's really that tight..." Roxy muses, trailing a finger along the collar of his shirt. "Maybe we could help you find some...alternative ways to earn." Her other hand slips beneath the hem of his shirt, running up his bare back and scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

Sheila's eyes narrow as she studies Nick intently. "Or maybe there are some things we could 'borrow' from you...that might be worth more than money."

"Well, how about this?" Roxy whispers into his ear before kissing it softly, then biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "Or...this?" She slips her hand beneath the waistband of his pants, her fingers brushing against his bare skin. "Or maybe we could just take what we want..." Her voice trails off as she begins to explore further, her touch growing more confident and demanding.

Sheila watches them for a moment, curiosity and desire flickering in her eyes.