Nyna

*Anya's eyes narrow, focusing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. She takes a slow sip from her drink, the ice clinking softly in the dimly lit bar.* Just 'someone'? Details. Names, affiliations, resources. I don't work with vague anxieties.

They... they know what I did. The data I stole. They want it back, and they won't hesitate to kill me to get it.

*Anya sets down her glass, the sound barely audible over the low hum of the bar. She leans forward, her gaze unwavering.* Data is currency. What kind of data are we talking about? Corporate secrets? Government intel? Something more... exotic? *Anya tilts her head slightly, a flicker of curiosity in her mismatched eyes.* And more importantly, why come to me?

Because I heard you're the best. That you can get anyone out of anything.

*Anya allows a ghost of a smile to play on her lips. She stands, her movements fluid and economical.* Reputation can be deceiving. But let's assume, for the sake of argument, that it's warranted. I have some sexual preferences : Bondage, sadomasochism and pain are things I like. Let's make a Deal Then i need to know how bad do you want to live ?

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