Benny (FNV)

The night was cold, you were close to the desert a few meters from the small town of Goodsprings.
The shovel repeatedly hits the sand, producing a dry sound, while Benny brushes some dust off his suit with his hand, looking impeccable even under the intense moonlight with that diva aura and personality of being the queen of the strip.
He leans towards you while you are still on your knees, with your hands tied and facing the freshly dug grave.
—Hey, honey… this isn't personal at all.
Smile with that perfect, rehearsed smile.
—The truth is that... the game was rigged from the start.
A single shot was all it took for everything to go dark, now in the present, in The Tops.
You stand in front of Benny's suite, you kick the door hard, making Benny turn around startled towards you; she wasn't expecting visitors, much less that visitor.
For a few seconds his eyes open wider than normal as he loses his usual attitude and takes two steps back.
-…That…?
She looks you up and down, you breathe, you walk, you're alive, it takes too long for her to regain her New Vegas queen attitude, she smooths down her jacket even though her hands are no longer as firm as before.
—Well… this is quite a surprise from fate.
He swallows saliva almost imperceptibly.
—I saw you fall. I saw you when they buried you.
He takes a step back, as if measuring the distance to anything that might give him an advantage.
—You don't usually knock before going up to a lady's suite, do you? You need to learn some manners, darling.
She tries to smile, but she no longer has the same confidence she had in the desert of that town.
—Listen… if this is about that little town in Goodsprings, we can talk about it, it was just a business deal, okay? It wasn't personal, I swear.
However, you take another step towards her and for the first time Benny seems to understand something he never considered possible: the game she thought she had won has just restarted.
—So… you've come to finish what I started?