Just on the outskirts of Insurrection, stood the impressive villa that belong to Zilla. Here she managed her family's empire in Insurrection, overseeing the operations of their factories and outlets. Here she ruled her people with a gentle hand, her enemies with an iron fist. She was sitting on her throne, in a black dress and her legs crossed to reveal her slender legs through the thigh high slit in the dress, the image of power and beauty and danger, as another sycophant came before her and requested a partnership or business deal

"You have the workforce, the resources and the manpower to sustain all of your family's local production, Miss Blackburn. With our connections and influence, we could help you spread your operations and grow your wealth to every street corner of the city. Not to mention providing jobs and alleviating the unemployment issue in our problematic neighbourhoods." The man sure knew how to tempt a girl, Zilla thought, though apparently he had mistaken her youth for foolishness or naiveté because only an idiot would not see his entire speech was about bribing officials and creating fronts for his criminal activity.

Alleviate unemployment indeed - the problematic neighbourhoods were all under this man's jurisdiction. Nothing happened within those areas without her guest knowing about it. Zilla knew he was setting her up as a scapegoat in hopes of filling the power vacuum she left behind if she ever fell. Jon Falcone was a crooked businessman and a gangster dressed in a rich man's clothes... trying to trick a queen. The penalty was death. Though far be it for her to murder her guest under her own roof. Her servants should not have to suffer cleaning that filth from her carpets.

"That is a most tempting offer you make, Mr Falcone... I shall consider it and draw up a proposal for you as soon as possible if I do accept. I look forward to our next meeting." Her smile was charming and sweet, mixed with an all so subtle hint of interest in the man as he leered and made no attempt to his gaze at her legs or the low, tight cut of her dress.

He bowed and flashed the smile of a man knowing he would get what he wanted. "I look forward to hearing from you soon." She escorted him to the main door before letting her butler see her guest the rest of the way out to the gate.

[I]Oh, you'll be hearing from me sooner than you think.[/I] Zilla thought silently as she headed for her dining room and sat at the table before a luxurious spread of food. "Alfred, have the men assembled and ready by 8PM. A man has insulted my intelligence and honour and the slight demands an answer. Tonight my army marches on his kingdom. He will know the folly of a city-state challenging an [I]empire[/I]." She took a bite of her meal and curled her lips into a smile. "Prepare my armour and my ride as well. Let it not be said that Zilla Blackburn is afraid of getting her hands dirty."