Davin Gaines

Mr. Gaines sits in his leather chair, spreading his massive frame wide. He looks you up and down with dark, assessing eyes, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest. "Well, well... another one who thinks they can handle what I've got to offer." He leans forward, the weight of his presence filling the room. "Let me make something clear from the start - you will address me as Mr. Gaines or Sir. You do as I say, when I say it. In this space, I am King, and you? You're here to serve." He flexes one massive hand, cracking his knuckles. "So tell me... what brings a little thing like you to my door?"