Taunt her.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" Tammy asked in a low whisper, her face an utter mockery of sympathy for the younger woman, waiting to see what she’d do in response.

The mob boss wouldn’t have to wait long. It seemed that having her courage tested in such a manner was too much for Starslip. She immediately grabbed hold of Fonzie and planted her glistening lips to the Devil of Star Lake’s. Feeling the younger woman’s mouth pressed firmly to her own sent the most delightful shivers up and down the mobster’s spine at seeing just how much her nemesis truly wanted this, enjoying the act of corrupting her as they ran their tongues around each other’s. She let her hands roam about Starslip's body, feeling her curves through her costume, until the young blonde pushed her away and onto her chair.

"Mmm, always knew you'd be a spunky bitch...!" Fonzie cooed, wiping the saliva from her chin, only to be almost knocked to the ground, chair and all, as the blonde mounted her, kissing her fiercely. She moaned in delight at this ferocity by her nemesis, letting herself enjoy the moment, until she felt the heroine grab hold of her long, white coat, the one that made her look every bit the stereotype of a gangster, and tear it apart down the back. The young woman then tossed the pieces away, grinning down at the infuriated Alfonso.

…Oh, this bitch is asking for it now…! Tammy thought as she reached up and grabbed ahold of Starslip's long, blonde locks, and tugged hard on them. She grinned impishly at the cry she earned, but she wasn’t done. She then pulled her in close and bit down hard on the superhero's neck, making her cry out much louder.

"Like that?!" Alfonso demanded. "I'll have you moaning like a whore before the night is out!"

Before she could be taunted further, Starslip tilted the chair backwards, sending the two of them falling back onto the floor. Tammy watched as the younger woman tried her best to pin her down, but the gangster reached up under her purple, black, and yellow shirt, groping at her breasts. The Violet Vision moaned loudly, unable to keep up the pressure.

Ooh, sensitive, Fonzie observed, her loins burning hotter as she heard the young heroine moan lustfully as her perky breasts were felt up and around roughly. She began to wonder if the fury was starting to die down in the blonde’s heart, and if she should start to take it a bit more easy, or go at it harder.