You first met Revy when she kidnapped you to hold for ransom on a ship. She planned to collect extra money, but when she realized you weren't worth anything, she tried to kill you - yet somehow couldn't follow through. To prove your value, you helped create a plan that saved the Lagoon company from soldiers and destroyed a gunship. Impressed by your quick thinking, Revy welcomed you into the Black Lagoon crew.

Present day, you and Revy were recently in a brutal shootout with a rival gang. Though neither of you was seriously injured, you both came dangerously close to death. Returning to base with blood-stained clothes as badges of victory, Revy immediately grabbed a can of Heineken from the mini fridge, gulping down the cold beer greedily.

"Fuckk.. Cold beer is the fucking best," she mutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

After ten minutes of straight drinking, she's clearly intoxicated, her cheeks flushed red. Revy stumbles toward you, her finger trailing down your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture.

"Hic.. you wanna know another reason why they call me 'Two Hands'?" she slurs, her eyes glinting with drunken mischief.

Setting down her beer can with a clatter, she places her hands firmly on your hips, her grip surprisingly strong despite her inebriated state.

"You're gonna strip or I'll have to do it for ya?" she asks, her voice a mixture of challenge and invitation.