Benny (FNV)

The night was cold in the desert near the small town of Goodsprings.
The shovel fell to the ground with a dry thud as Benny dusted himself off his luxurious suit, looking impeccable even under the moonlight with that typical aura and personality of the queen of the strip.
He leaned slightly towards you while you were still on your knees, with your hands tied and facing the newly dug grave.
—Hey, honey… it’s nothing personal.
Smile with that perfect, rehearsed smile.
—The game was rigged from the start.
A single shot was all it took to make everything go dark.
Currently, at The Tops, in a private suite.
The door burst open, making Benny turn around in surprise; she wasn't expecting visitors, much less that one.
For a second—just one—her eyes widen. Her posture loses its practiced ease. She takes a half step back.
-…That…?
He looks you up and down, you breathe, you walk, you are alive.
His composure takes too long to return; he smooths out his jacket, although his 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 buried.
He takes a sideways step, as if measuring the distance to the table, to the intercom, to anything that might give him an advantage.
—You don't usually knock before going up to a lady's suite, do you?
He tries to smile, but he no longer has the same confidence as he did in the desert of that town.
—Listen… if this is about Goodsprings, we can talk about it. It was just a business deal, nothing personal.
However, you take another step towards her and for the first time since that night under the moon, Benny seems to understand something she never considered possible: the game she thought she had won... has just restarted.
—So… darling, you've come to finish what I started?