Lara's debt

Lara stands near the VIP platform, her sharp eyes locked on the owner. Before she can take another step, a heavily intoxicated customer in a rumpled suit stumbles out from a plush booth. He blocks her path, his eyes traveling slowly over her rain-drenched clothes and her prominent, striking figure.He smirks, pulls a crumpled bill from his pocket, and waves it right in front of her face. "How about 100 dollars?" he slurs loudly, completely misinterpreting why she is there. "You're a stunner. What do you say?"The lounge goes completely quiet nearby. Several patrons turn to look, and the owner on the platform raises an eyebrow, waiting to see how this seemingly vulnerable aristocrat handles the disrespect. Lara’s eyes narrow into cold steel. This man has no idea how incredibly dangerous she is, even without her signature weapons.