She was lecherous in search of her payment, a client's wishes fulfilled. It was a charity, to take up business with someone who only so much as claimed to be able to pay up, something that she considered absolute bullshit in the eyes of someone who had no clue of how her alternate form of payment worked.
It took effort to find that poor sap, he was grungy, nervous, and downtrodden by the time the Widowmaker had reached him, sitting nearly completely naked, save for a shard of a chipped plank. Her eyebrows pinched in disgust, the man stared up at her, much like a helpless worm in the eye of a robin, prying for it's meal.
"You're probably not going to find that my idea of payment without the use of money is nothing to look forward to. In fact, you will miss every last penny you lost even more than you do now," She growled, a flare of the knife adorning her heel, what supported the very literal stiletto.
"Please, Miss, I-I swear you- I can get it all back if I had the money to wager, don't hurt m-me. There's this card shark inside, I just know he cheats, be angry at him, not me..."
A scowl peels across her lips at the sound of the whimpering. She bends at the waist, a hand swiftly clashing with the man's cheek. His head recoils to the side and a soft squeal escapes.
"Get up, you pathetic piece of garbage. You're going to show me who took my money, and you're going to explain to him exactly what you owe to me. Work this mess out, and after that, I never want to see your worthless face again."
He scrapes himself from the floor, shame hanging from his frame as he pushed the saloon doors open, a choir of drunkards laughing at the sight of his naked failure. A joke was cracked at his endowment, which cracked the smallest smirk over the previous annoyed expression.
She enters the bar, tired of waiting, the harness on her body triggered cat-calls, the obvious color of her skin was ignored. Evelynn snickers, personally taking such disrespect as a compliment.
"Who can tell me where that prick who walked in with his poor assets for show went?" She announces, an eruption of laughter following as certain men pointed to a closed-off room, her thanks being shouted, in hopes to strike fear into her client as she approached.
The door was unlocked, opened to a dim, booze-scented room. The door catches, something was impeding her entrance. She stares at the ground, only then noticing the pool of blood collecting by the tip of her shoe. She pinches the bridge of her nose in irritation, a graveling voice breaking her disappointed train of thought.
"I ain't dealin' with anymore challengers tonight, high-tail it 'ta the nearest exit."
"-Twisted Fate."