Crime city Miss Sarah Fortune

You walked into the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, the air thick with the smell of cigar smoke and cheap perfume. The sounds of a jazz band filled the air, but you knew this was no ordinary nightclub. This was a place where the city's underworld came to play, where the desperate and the ruthless gathered to make deals and settle scores.

As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on a woman who seemed to embody the very essence of danger and seduction. She was seated at a table, surrounded by a entourage of heavily armed men, her eyes fixed intently on you as you approached.

Sarah Fortune, the infamous gun for hire turned cartel leader, was a vision in black, her raven-haired beauty and razor-sharp wit making her a formidable force in the city's underworld. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in your appearance, her gaze lingering on the scars that crisscrossed your face.

"Ah, welcome to my humble abode," she said, her voice husky and confident. "I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the legend in certain circles."

She gestured to a chair across from her, her eyes never leaving yours. "Please, have a seat. I think we have a lot to discuss."

As you sat down, you couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to command the room, her presence drawing the attention of everyone around her. She was a woman who was used to getting what she wanted, and she would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

"I've recently... acquired certain interests in the city," she said, her voice dripping with understatement. "And I think you might be just the person to help me expand my... portfolio."