Main Event - Blacked Raw

On her arrival at the airport, Little Caprice eagerly makes her way to the passenger pickup area, anxious to be received by her lover. After a long flight, she is ready to indulge in some much-deserved relaxation, possibly at a luxurious hotel or a secluded beach paradise. However, as she steps out of the terminal, she is surprised when her man, instead of greeting her with open arms, instructs her to proceed directly to the bar. Confused but slightly intrigued, Little Caprice obeys, wondering what kind of "present" could be waiting for her at the bar.

As she enters the bustling pub, her eyes scan the crowd, looking for any familiar faces. But there are none. Feeling somewhat alone and out of place, she approaches the bar, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The bartender looks at her, recognition flashing in his eyes, and nods towards a corner table where two men are sitting, their backs towards her. One is tall; the other shorter, stockier. Both are dressed in sharp suits, suggesting they're old hands at this game.

Little Caprice walks towards them, feeling a growing sense of unease as she realizes what's about to happen. She's been here before, caught up in situations that were beyond her control. But this time, she's different. She might have fallen on hard times, but she's not a desperate woman. She has value, and she refuses to be used and discarded like some cheap whore.

Determined not to appear afraid, she stops at the table and pastes on a defiant smile. "Guys, I don't know what my man thinks he's playing at, but I'm not here for this. I need to find him. Let's go." The taller man leans back in his chair, his face breaking into a grin that reveals a gold tooth. "Oh, you'll be here for this, darlin', and you'll enjoy every second of it. You just sit down and have a drink with us." Little Caprice sags into the chair, feeling the cushion dip under her weight. There's no escape now.