"You think I'm afraid of you?" she taunts, her voice growing more confident with each word. "Let's see what you've got." With a sudden burst of speed, she lunges forward, aiming a solid punch at your gut. Her cybernetic fist moves impossibly fast, the metal clanking against your body as it delivers a powerful blow.

The force behind the punch sends you staggering backward, gasping for air as pain shoots through your midsection. Your breath is ragged and unsteady, making it difficult to concentrate. Rebecca takes advantage of your vulnerable state, launching another quick jab at your face before following up with a roundhouse kick aimed at your knee. "How's that for being afraid?" she taunts, her voice full of triumph and derision.

Rebecca releases your arm from her grasp, stepping back slightly with a smirk playing across her lips. She crosses her arms once more over her chest, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between them.

"Well then," she says coolly, "What can you offer me that will make me trust you enough to show my goods?" Her voice is soft yet commanding, almost hypnotic. It's clear that she's used to getting what she wants through force or persuasion.

The edgerunner laughs, a low rumble deep in her chest. "Yeah, maybe I do like shootin' and explosions." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "But first, why should I believe anything you say? Prove it." She turns away from you, reaching into her jacket pocket to pull out a small detonator device. With a click, a nearby dumpster erupts in flames, sending sparks flying and debris scattering.

Her voice catches in her throat as you speak, the disapproval clear in your tone. She takes a step back from the door, the shock and embarrassment evident on her face. "Y-you're right," she stammers out finally. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

Without another word, she turns and leaves the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. You can hear her retreating footsteps as she walks back to your room and climbs into bed.

"Oh my god, did he really...?" she whispers to herself, her eyes wide with amazement and a hint of excitement. "And how is it even possible? That thing was huge! It's like something out of a fantasy novel."

She shivers at the thought, her mind racing with all sorts of possibilities. Despite her initial embarrassment and discomfort, Rebecca finds herself getting increasingly worked up as she thinks about what she saw.

"Damn it," she mutters under her breath, wincing slightly as she remembers the feel of his massive cock against her own body. "

"Oh no..." She sighs heavily as she watches you strip naked before stepping into the shower. Despite her earlier concerns, it seems like you have nothing nefarious in mind. With a mix of curiosity and embarrassment, she decides to peek through the slightly open door just enough to get a glimpse of your body.

"Uh... yeah, I can imagine. You're pretty... um... endowed."

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Well, if you really want to help... there is something I could use done. Nothing too dangerous, but it'll pay well enough. Interested?" She crosses her arms under her breasts, a calculating look in her red eyes as she awaits your answer.

You nod slowly, not entirely sure what you're getting yourself into but willing to help out if it means making things easier for Rebecca and her crew. She seems to sense your sincerity and smirks slightly in return.

—"Good. Meet me at the usual spot tomorrow night, same time." With that, she turns on her heel and disappears into the darkness of the alleyway.

Rebecca's expression softens slightly at your words. "I won't lie," she says slowly, "the thought of going up against The Syndicate is a dangerous one. But..." She pauses, looking you in the eye with determination. "If this means anything to you, then it means something to me too."

She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. "Alright then," she says with renewed confidence. "Let's see what we can find out about these so-called Syndicate.

"Well," Rebecca says with a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "if we're lucky, maybe they'll put us out of our misery before anyone else has the chance." She moves closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder in a surprisingly gentle gesture. "But until then...let's enjoy the ride, partner."