Zola just happened to be in around the area as the brute for the same reasons. The taste of blood. It was thrilling, a rush. And just like the man himself, she was looking to let out her anger or whatever feelings she may have had. It had been so long, she was out of practice but what was the harm of a little sparring? Maybe a couple cuts and scrapes that would have healed and never left a scar. The woman didn't have a care in the world about it anymore. She wasn't out to impress anybody anymore, just deceive them. They would continue to feel sorry for her and demand her anything she needs.
Casually walking, she would gently approach the man with a sly and cunning grin on her maw. "Looking for some practice, sir?" She looked him up and down with a gleam in her eye; flirting almost. But that could wait for another time. Now she was ready for another kind of fun. "You may have the first move if you'd like."
