The scene starts in the presidential suite of a casino hotel, facing the door. Suddenly, Ophelia and a heavyset black man burst through it, feverishly groping and making love to each other. The man is covered in jewelry and wearing a leisure suit, and Ophelia is wearing a black Harley Quinn half-tee that shows her toned midriff and a skirt so short her immensely large ass is showing.
She appears more gothic than usual, wearing heavy makeup, combat boots, and a spiked collar.
The man lays back on the bed as he takes off his suit.

“You're such a freaky little thing, boo. You know how to treat a man right!”

“Well, you've earned it, sugar! I saw those stacks of hundreds you had. How could a girl resist?”

“Now, now, let's not get carried away, boo. Talk like that might actually make me settle down with you.”

The man laughs and Ophelia giggles. He gets off the bed and firmly grabs her ass.

“Mmm, rough huh? I might want to settle down with you first.”

She giggles and he laughs and growls at her playfully. Ophelia walks over behind a cream-colored room divider and turns on the light behind it, revealing her tantalizing silhouette.

“What comes off first?”

He smirks.

“Boots.”

“Ooh, thing for feet, huh?”

He smiles and shrugs.

“Guilty.”

She turns to the side and bends over to take off her boots.

“Good for you, I wasn't wearing socks underneath.”

She throws the boots over the divider, and he catches them, quickly sniffing them and delightfully recoiling at the scent.

“This alone is enough to get me through the night, boo! But, how about your top next?”

“Of course, sugar!”

She takes off her skimpy half-tee and tosses it to the side. She then unhook her bra, and throws it over.

“Custom Made. I'm too busty to go to most stores.”

The man’s eyes pop out at the cup size.

“Fo..40F?”

“Yet it's still too small.”

She giggles then takes off her miniskirt and squeezes her legs together to drop her panties. She turns around to turn off the light behind her.

“Close your eyes until I count to three, okay?”

“Gladly!”

He closes his eyes.

“1...2…”

Nico puts his butterfly knife to the man’s throat.

“3.”

His eyes open to see a fully nude Ophelia with her arms around Nico.

“DJ Honey Bear?”

Honey Bear slowly nods with a look of confusion on his face. Nico grabs him by the throat, leads him to the balcony, and throws him in the pool.

“You think it's fun to rip off my clients, you fat fuck?”\

Honey Bear hurriedly tries to catch his breath.

“I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about!”

Nico grits his teeth, runs, and jumps into the pool, kneeing Honey Bear in the head in the process. He grabs him by the throat again, puts him up against the side of the pool, holding him there with his forearm.

“YOU MADE ME RUIN MY FUCKING SUIT! YOU’RE LUCKY I DON’T GUT YOU LIKE A FISH RIGHT NOW! NOW TELL ME…”

Nico leans in closer to Honey Bear, still gritting his teeth.

“...why did you rip off my client? Ricky Flash, short black kid, bleach blonde dreads. Ring a fucking bell?”

Nico releases Honey Bear’s neck and lets him catch his breath.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect, boss.”

“I'm not a mob boss. Check the ring.”

Nico holds his Pentagram ring in a fist in front of Honey Bear’s face. Honey Bear has a shocked look of dread.

“Yep, you fuck with him, you get fucking sacrificed.”

“It was just an issue with the cash! There wasn't enough!”

“Oh, but there's enough to drink 12 bottles of champagne from the 1800’s?”

"But I-!"

"Fuck This."

Nico drives his fist into Honey Bear's face, knocking his head back into the side of the pool, drawing blood and knocking him out cold. He slumps into the water. The still nude Ophelia looks confused at Nico's behavior.

“Why did you finish him off so early?"

Nico takes off the soaked top layers of the suit in one motion and the bottom layers in a separate motion. He slips off the water-logged dress shoes. He turns to face Ophelia, his muscular body glistening in the moonlight.

“Because I really fucking need this right now.”

He walks up to her, and before she can respond, picks her up and takes her into the jacuzzi with him. She giggles and lands a kiss on his cheek before moving to his lips, neck, pecs, so on, so forth until she’s under the warm water as he pours them both glasses of champagne.

“I love Las Vegas.”

Overall Record: 2-8-1.

1x Federweight Champion.

Shitlist: Izzy Ravenwolf, Nate Higgers.

“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.”
― Anatole France