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Hanna ignored the shiver that ran down her spine at his trace. A small smile on her face to give the illusion of finding his joke funny. She was in over her head. Giving in left little option but she would remain emotionally separate for her own sake. The man was here to just play out his fantasies, one she had somehow become trapped in. He had made a guarantee, though she's all but in denial about it. Men like him spoke pretty words but she had seen how often actions could and did fall short. There was no getting her hopes up until she saw proof. It was a wall she had built from experience and protection, one that didn't crumble as easy as it had in the past. One that only solidified at the recent promise. A brow raised as she consider his question, although she wasn't completely sure about it. It felt distinctly like selling her soul. "A problem with what? Your guarantee?" She shrugged lightly, "Should I?"

There was always a catch. There always was. She still didn't completely understand what was on the table. Favor maybe? A rich spoiled kid possibly wrapped around her finger? Though did it matter much if he was calling the shots? She needed to make a smart decision but truly what were her options? If she said no, would he make her life, her job a living hell? Hanna hummed as if it was a question on a test, "If you're leaving a mark, ass. Makeup on the boobs seems like too much work." She would hate to lose clients if they lost the illusion. An illusion she hated but put money in her account. The corner of her lips turned up, "dominating? What if I say no? Or that I would rather dominate you." It wasn't the case, dominating him and she wasn't confident she wanted to take him up on his deal yet either. She couldn't lie, his claim of her was hot. Hanna leaned in, pressing her lips harder against his. A hand came around his shoulder, fingers tracing the nape of his neck. She just had to think of this as a game. He most certainly was.

his eyes displayed a sense of amusement while they remained locked with her gaze. his head would slowly nod only to then confirm yet assure her that he guaranteed that she'd be a priority to him at this club having the inclination and rather desire to spoil her but for a catch. " cross my heart baby and certainly not hope to die. " his digits lightly drawing a cross on her collarbone just for fun his lips twisting into a playful smirk. clearly his smug yet cocky attitude didn't seem to dwindle down neither was intending to be a polite gentleman however he was fascinated by her and rather drawn to her being infatuated with the dancer as he was willing to basically do anything in exchange for pleasure and have selfish desires fulfilled through intimacy. " you don't have a problem with that do you? " he queried with eyebrows sinking into a tight frown as he sat up at the same time when she settled herself onto his lap. his smirk dissipated from his lips when his expression turned serious.

" i mean there is a catch though. " he mused in a coy tone of voice and tilted his head with eyes now roaming down over her body. his hands would find themselves on her curved hips. purposely not revealing the catch believing she was smart to figure it out on her own. " i was hoping it would excite you cause i'd bite you anywhere you want? mark your ass or tits with my teeth. " he snickered as his eyes would lift to stare into her own. his playful mischievous grin made it's return on his lips. " i was thinking that showing my power it would involve me dominating you but i mean it depends on if you want it or not? " his head leaned off to the side. his teeth dragged over his bottom lip. " i don't care about any of the other girls. i want you. " he uttered in a husky tone with eyes shifting down to her lips only to divert back to her alluring hues. he would draw in his breath before then moving in close to boldly act on impulse. inching his face in close his lips would meet her own as he would initiate a slow kiss as he would then suck and nip at her bottom lip. callous hands left her hips and roamed up across her back.

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the lack of comment of her mother selling her hand, made her study Tristan's features. How hard it was to do so when the features she had learned to understand had changed. it would be something she would need to relearn, that was a guarantee seeing how they had time now to make up for what had been lost. She felt the need to speak up, "It could be worse," Leyla tried her best to reason, "I could be promised to some decrepit man. I could have been sent elsewhere and then we never would have met again." That had been how Leyla had been coping so far. Trying to find something, anything really, to stop the tears. She had learned since that tears didn't move much. Not her mother, not anyone else to care about her situation. Other than the fact of the situation, there was no point in dropping her trouble on her friend.

It took everything within her to ignore the way her heartbeat quickened at his closeness. Her voice caught in her throat for a minute. A feeling that had only ever occurred with him around. No one else had been able to illicit a feeling from her. Before she made a fool of herself, she found a thought to distract her. Finding ground to speak again. A grin spread across her face, focusing on his words. "You do know the ladies in the court have been discussing you. Maybe sooner than later someone will be bold enough to ask." It was weird wasn't it? She was still wrapping her mind around the idea of marriage, no matter how composed she appeared about, it hadn't crossed her mind until this moment that Tristan could have marriage on his mind. "Although I fear they may not be ready to say such things directly too your face." She mused. The only difference was Tristan was Tristan, they were comfortable. Maybe to a fault. Yet there was no one around to scold them. His response brought a wide smile to her lips. A feeing of satisfaction spread across her chest. Confirming the deepest hopes. She settled into the silence, a bit more comfortable with the knowledge that the time that had passed hadn't been a complete waste. If only to build their friendship over that time. One question penetrated her thought, knowing that although they could talk like this now, in other situations the walls that neither of them had control of would rise. She was to be queen and regardless of how Tristan had risen, he would never be at the level that would allow them this comfortability in public. Regardless of etiquette. "Is it too much to ask that we act like this when possible? You're all I have left and I still don't... I'd just prefer..." She really wasn't sure what else she could say.

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when she cleared her throat and mocked him with that high-pitched voice, mimicking some absurd courtly seduction, he couldn’t help but chuckle. she nudged him, leaning in closer, and for a heartbeat, it felt like they were young again, sneaking out for mischief. he leaned in, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "ah, but had someone ever been bold enough to ask so directly, i might have found myself utterly helpless," he teased, though his gaze lingered on her, searching for something deeper behind the playful exchange. and then, she said it. the words that made the world around them blur and the heaviness in his chest press down just a little more. her voice was softer now, and tristan felt the weight of her words like a blade between his ribs. he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. he had missed her too, more than he could ever admit. life had been simpler—before the royal titles, before the court politics, before everything. there had been a time when it had felt like it was just them against the world. but that time had passed. she was soon to be queen, and he had sworn an oath to protect her, not just as her friend but as her commander. he couldn’t be tristan, the boy who had grown up with her anymore. he had to be sir valenwood, the knight who would shield her from whatever storms came her way—even if it meant stepping back. "i’ve missed you too, leyla," he replied quietly, forcing a small smile. he wanted to say more, to tell her how much it pained him to see her trapped in a life she hadn’t chosen, but words failed him. all he could do was be there, silently walking beside her, as they both wrestled with the ghosts of what once was.

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she's still unsure how they ended up here. with tristan in one hand, her impending future in the other. she's grateful, that despite how they left things, he's here by her side. leyla is a fan of the silence, but it didn't pass by her that they might need to talk about - what was it? their friendship dying? waiting on baited breath for life or an explanation? leyla didn't expect his words to be a question of how she got her role. no, hello or anything. she laughed, bringing her hand to cover her mouth. her mother had warned her that it couldn't necessarily be lady like to burst out laughing like that - even if she had known tristan all her life, this was different. they were different. "you are aware of how crass that sounds?" it's a better idea to dwell on his words than what truly happened. leyla shook her head, "at least that request would have come straight to me. turns out my mother was willing to sell me out to the highest bidder. his royal highness turned out to be a bidder that I didn't, don't..." she trailed off in case one of his many minions could hear them. she had protested but as usual, it had fell on deaf ears. who would listen when their own daughter was a possibility for the queen. she glanced around, aware that there was no one to hear them, she leaned in to nudge tristan. "you mean to tell me if someone came along with," she cleared her throat to make it more high pitched, "my good sir, would you wish to caress my bossom? And that would get you going?" then again, what did she know about all of this. "I am glad we can talk like this again. I've.... I've missed you. A lot. Life was always simpler with you around."

open to: f connection: tristan & y/m have been childhood friends who fell apart the moment her hand had been promised to secure her future as queen of the kingdom. they recently reconnected when tristan had been appointed knight commander of the royal guard, and he recently realized she might mean more than a close friend and confidant. m: tristan valenwood ; 30+ ; knight commander

tristan strode through the castle gardens with long, measured steps. his imposing figure was softened only by the company he kept—his childhood friend, the soon-to-be queen. the moonlight cast a pale glow over the pair as they walked, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers perfuming the cool evening air. a quiet chuckle escaped tristan’s lips, though his brow furrowed with an air of disbelief. he glanced sideways at the woman who had been his friend since childhood, now poised to rule the kingdom. "is that how you get propositioned at court?" his voice was rich with both amusement and indignation. "‘mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina?’" he shook his head in mock disapproval, the weight of the words clashing with the regal serenity of their surroundings. beneath the gruff jest lay a deeper concern, though his manner remained lighthearted. tristan had always been protective of her, and the political scheming of the court did nothing to ease his worries. he observed her reaction closely, ready to share in the humor or address any deeper discomfort. his loyalty to her had always been unwavering, but there was something about the courtly games that irked him—a blend of chivalry and disdain for the pomp and falseness of it all.

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Leona let a small laugh out at his mimicked hi. cute. Her hand trailed up from his crotch, to grasp his hand. "Good." She grinned, pulling him as she headed towards the bar. Her assumption was correct, the man clearly didn't seem like this was the place for him to be. She would make it easier for him if he needed the help.

"We can, if you want. Some people don't like to exchange names. Or some of them like to give alias'" She leans against the bar. Waving down a bartender to take their order. "First time here?"

"hi." elijah repeated back at her. it wasn't that he had never seen a beautiful woman before... but he hadn't seen one in a long time. when you lived in a lighthouse that got cut off from the mainland with the tide, and you basically committed to being a hermit... you didn't get out much. "oh, uh, sure... i'd like to." he might be a hermit, but he had manners... and eyes.

"do we not introduce ourselves with names in places like this?" he asked, genuinely curious. he wanted to know the rules, so he didn't accidentally offend someone. this was a place where people could freely fondle you, but even places like this would have rules.

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her best friend's dad yelling at her to get out of the club was quite literally the last thing on her bingo card today. juliet was quite literally too drunk for his yelling. "mr. blackwell," she tried, looking back at the dancefloor and the partner who had been keeping her company. she stumbled after him, doing her best to stay up in her heels. well fuck. they weren't comfortable enough to keep up with his rushed pace and she wasn't aware enough to know how to deal right now. feeling the cold air rush in, she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms to create warmth. when it wasn't enough, she turned towards him, pressing in to him. the cold air did a bit to start and sober her up. "it's too cold for you to just throw open the door like that," she whined, looking up at him. "i don't want to leave and I don't have to. I'm an adult here, you can't just force me out."

open to ﹕female muses.

connections ﹕daughter's friend, (step) daughter, niece, best friend's daughter, anything that fits. age gaps and taboo welcome.

muse ﹕kian blackwell.

"you aren't supposed to fucking be here!" kian shouted over the music pounding through the space, anger and disappointment written on his features. the mc was at the nightclub to do a transaction with its owner, and knowing who owned and ran this place... this was not a safe place for a young woman. now he wasn't only dealing with his club brothers, but this girl who had no business being out at one in the morning on a weekday. "you're going home," he demanded, grabbing ahold of her hand and dragging her out of the sweating bodies on the dance floor and into a hallway that would lead to a back door. kian didn't comment on how good she looked in that skin tight dress or how much he preferred her without all the makeup. instead he pushed the back door open into the dirty alley, relieved to have a break from the thumping bass. "now get the fuck out of here and don't come back... i'll wait while you get an uber."

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Seemed like a delicious trap but a trap. The scene around her was one that was still newer to her, she had only stepped foot in the club a few times and even then, everytime still brought her excitement. There was nothing like watching people live out their wildest fantasies.

Since she had started coming, Leona had been more of a viewer than a participant. Wasn't for lack of attention, she had enough but had yet to find just her type. At least her type that wasn't already taken. As she wandered around, her gaze fell on a man who clearly liked what he was watching. Even more fascinating, he didn't seem to be in the right place. Still whether he had gotten lost or not, now he was here.

She had learned that in places like this, being straightforward was best. Though she almost laughed at the deer in headlights look he gave her. "Hi," she smiled. "I just thought I should introduce myself. Would you like to buy me a drink?"

open to: all genders, 21+ with: elijah, late 30s, lighthouse keeper and local hermit plot: elijah is invited to a club by a friend to help him socialise - unbeknownst to elijah, the club is a sex club, because his friend thinks he's pent up and lonely open to: the friend who brought him, a complete stranger, a former lover, something taboo, etc. age gaps welcome.

it took elijah a little too long to realise where he was. in his defense, the front the club presented was very typical. he liked that the lights were dimmed and warm and none of them were flashing, and that the music was a reasonable level. he did think people were scantily clad, but isn't that what some people wore in the club? he did stick out in his jeans, t-shirt and hoodie combo. not sure why the doorman let him in.

he was enjoying a drink, being dragged deeper into the club by his friend when they disappeared. how many hallways did this place have? it was like a maze. he went from room to room, and with dawning realisation understood this wasn't a regular club... or if it were, they had changed a lot since he'd last been in one.

he was slightly mesmerised by a woman, naked except for the tiniest thong he'd ever seen, was touched all over by two equally almost-naked people. he should look away, but under the warm lights, they made their actions look enticing. he felt himself begin to grow hard, and startled when a hand suddenly cupped his jeans. he whipped round to look at them, eyes wide. "h-hey."

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"Tease? You're just convinced I want you as bad as you want me." She did like him but, well she wasn't a chaser. If he wanted her, he'd have to prove it. Audrey was having so much fun making him work it. Damn it, she had played into his hand by sitting so close to him. Her legs opened, letting him have access. "Who said I want to be your perfect woman?"

Scott smirked as she leaned in close, groaning when she pushed him away. "Gorgeous and a tease... Jesus Christ." Scott leaned in closer, his hand finding her thigh under the table. Fingertips pushed under the hem of her dress. His voice lowered. "But if you were my perfect woman, you'd be a little slutty too. Are you?"

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She wasn't completely sure why she asked. Getting to know the man in front of her was the least of her problem. She wanted to leave but he didn't seem like a man who took well to disrespect. Maybe he'd take it as a chase? Less than likely. "are you saying your a good boy now?" His behavior said otherwise yet who was she to classify him. She hadn't spent enough time with him yet. It was no wonder they had thought he was a bad boy. Her gaze followed the glass, hiding the disappointment that her drink was tied to his desires. What had she done to earn this kind of attention? How'd she lose it. Hanna wasn't looking for attention, promotion, anything of the sort. She wanted to lay low, make her money, and move on. Nodding as if she cared about what he was saying. So much of it didn't feel like it concerned her. Some men just liked to talk. All she could do was mentally sort her finances. She had paid all her bills on time, with extra money this time.

His guarantee has her tuning back in. This time a genuine smile on her face. "You guarantee that huh?" Now she knew what kind of man he was. So many of them had come across her room. Confident, cocky, rich. Wanting to control every aspect of their new found lives, including everyone they came across. Now she was just another victim Now she had to play it off. Like the man didn't consider her a pawn on a chessboard. Hanna crossed the mental boundary she had placed, he didn't give her much of a choice, and sat on his lap. "You say it like biting scares me. Well I'm glad you think I'm gorgeous. How does your show of real power involve me?" And to be fair, the the thing she needed an answer to most is this. "You do know, I'm just a dancer. If you're looking for something else, I can get one of the other girls."

squinting his eyes and eyebrows pinched together promptly in reaction to her querie as he briefly studied her carefully for a moment before answering with a twinge of amusement. " yes. you remind me of a professor or a counsellor i had when i was a very bad boy. " he snickered unable to hold back with lips twisted into a quirky innocent smirk which slowly began to dissipate. glinting dark eyes would be mesmerised yet enthralled by the dancer appreciating she was keeping him company. levi knew he was young as many judged him because of his age after managing to acquire his uncle's club as he had so much to prove and so much responsibility. however, the young male found a slice of peace in her presence while in solitude for the night with her as he curious to know just how the remainder of the evening will turn out with just the two of them alone. cheeky and playful when he then placed her glass on the small table beside him as levi sat forward. " i am not joking. " he assured her that he was indeed being serious with his bold request yet his confidence didn't seem to dwindle as he was eager to be with her.

" maybe your usual customers don't have a sense of humour or perhaps they aren't as young as i am. " he would theorise and assume. his shoulders shrugged nonchalantly and his head leaned off to the side yet his eyes remained directly locked with hers. " aren't i fortunate then that i am far from boring. i guarantee that you'll keep coming back to me after tonight. " he flashed her a coy smirk only then for his hand to pat his thigh beckoning for her to take a seat on his lap. " what's the matter you afraid i might bite? i hope i don't intimidate a gorgeous strong woman like you. i am just curious to know what real power feels like and what it tastes like? " he expressed in a sultry manner with eyebrows shooting up and teeth now dragging over his bottom lip.

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Amira let out a soft snort, arms crossing over her chest. Only solidifying her defiance. "As if? I'm sure you're more talk than action." She waved a hand, side stepping him. "You truly like to talk like you're in charge of me."

open — f/nb muse — thomas "tommy" reed - early 30's (can be changed upon request) plot — any connection (enemies to lovers, older brother's friend, friend's older brother, bodyguard x the person they are guarding, celebs, mob, etc...)

tommy rolled his eyes at her comment. "if you have any doubt about my ability to fuck the ever-loving sarcasm right out of you, i'll be more than happy to clear it up." he replied, taking a step toward her.

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"Dying? Sweetheart you look a little too well to be dying." Audrey leaned across, her lips hovering over his. She pushed his chest away. "I am gorgeous. Well, I don't mind a good drink."

"I'm a dying man, Audrey. I'd have you cumming all over me if it's the last thing I do." Scott smiled, leaning across the bar. "You're gorgeous. Come have a drink with me in my room. We'll have a good time."

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Amira's hand went behind to lock the door. The last thing she needed was her brother catching them when they weren't even supposed to be a thing. The moment she had noticed Drew had gone up, she followed, waiting for him to be done "I know but I just wanted a kiss." She pulled away slightly. "Should I leave then? If you're so scared?" If he truly was, he never would have gone through with this.

open to: f plot: this

drew was opening the door to bathroom, his intention was to return to the party, but as soon as he opened the door he felt himself being pushed back inside and soon her lips were on his. every part of it was wrong, which also made it exciting. drew returned the kiss and his hands immediately went to her waist, pulling her into him. "this is risky." he whispered against her lips. "he's right downstairs."

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Amara's face fell. It felt like her and Percy spent less and less time together. Honestly this week alone it felt like they had probably only seen each other twice. Her friends told her to find someone else, if they found out what she did for the extent of him they definitely would get involved but she was in love with him. "okay... but can we go on a date this weekend? just us?" She liked his friends but not enough.

who: percy

open to: any one or two of your characers 21+ only

plot: this & in source

possible connection: significant other, best friend, or one of the friends coming

“hey, i invited some friends over for some dinner and games but my buddy brad’s been pretty stressed and i told him it’d be cool if you helped him out,” percy said, barely looking up from his phone as he sent off another text to a group chat. “and my friends really liked this crop top you’re wearing right now.” a notification sounded off his phone and percy got up to let his friends in. “just give them a hand, yea?”

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He wouldn't relent would he? "Better. I like that one." Audrey rolled her eyes, grin still on her face. "Scott, I'm sure you do. What makes you think you'd satisfy me though?"

"... I have a fatal case of blue balls, and your pussy is the only cure?" He smirked. "All I heard was you need filling. I bravely volunteer."

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Nina laughed, "if only she shared his optimism. "I'll hold you to that," if it happened in her lifetime. Her brow raised at his confidence, releasing a small giggle at his touch. Her hand snaked between them, palming at his covered dick. "Yeah? Aw, makes me feel special." She joked.

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last reply - anfernee x nina

"Yeah, but soccer is still the most popular sport in the world. It'll change with the time..." He believed that at some point women's football would become very popular. It was even more fun to watch than men's football, often. "Hmmm... I'm sure you can handle me..." His hand found her ass and he pulled her close, squeezing it as he bit her lower lip. "Normally I'm rough with pretty girls... But you say please... I can be gentle with you." He teased her.

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Amira's eyes narrowed at his words. She was sure their little game was going too long yet neither was going to give in. Clearly Cason currently had the lead. "Don't think I didn't clock that it was some friends of yours that taunted him." She hadn't even been tied to the latest flavor but he had certainly cut it short. "I have great taste in men, you're just a hater." She scoffed, stabbing a finger to his chest.

' don't you think you're being a little over dramatic about this ? ' questions , hands in his pockets as the loud music blasts through the walls of the club . ' the f.uck was clearly too intoxicated , causin' a scene . you think i'm gonna ignore that ? if you have a problem with it — have better taste in men or don't bring 'em to my club . '

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"Men's? Obviously but you don't know how often people forget there's a women's league." If she was a glutton for punishment, she'd ask if he had heard of her before she came but why hurt her own feelings. Fuck. Nina made no attempts to hide her gaze dropping as his shorts did. "I see a lot of inspiration. Maybe more than I can handle." Her tongue grazed her lip, teeth settling down on her lips. "How should we begin this...lesson."

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"You underestimate how popular football is..." Anfernee smirked. "I'm sure it's number one sport in the world." He sipped his Gatorade and smiled at her. "Wisdom I can't promise… But inspiration… Well… I hope to inspire you a lot." The man smiled, removing his shorts and exposing the big bulge hidden in his underwear, with a playful smirk crossing his face.

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the club and dancing, the whole nightlife scene was a means to an end. she had hated it when she started, a hotbed or abusing people, drugs, anything and everything. then she had found a club that worked with her schedule, school, and didn't entirely piss Hanna off. She had worked other clubs that at the end of the day, didn't make her want to burn the club down. Hanna didn't think much of the request, thinking it was another high-class client who wanted to request her presence without coming to her face.

She schooled her expression, realizing who it was. She couldn't imagine what or why he needed her. "Teacher? Do I really give school teacher?" She gave a quick glance to her attire, if school teacher was the image she projected, she couldn't imagine what kind of teachers he had. Then again, she had learned with his type that assumptions did not work with them. They were past common sense. She fell quiet, watching his actions. Still trying to determine why he had called her here. "ah, thank y-" her gratitude and reach only interrupted by his pull back. of course. Despite her best efforts, his remark did catch her off guard. She worked quickly to hide the surprise. A small smile on her face, leaning back against the chair. "I see you like jokes. Great trait for anyone to have." Because she could only think he was joking. "My usuals don't joke enough. Almost makes the work boring. Almost."

OPEN TO: f 30+

CHARACTER: levi - recent club owner and mob boss ( fc: jacob elordi )

PLOT: found here

indulging on alcoholic drinks with his friends ( since it was is birthday ) eventually dismissing his friends in favour of requesting one of his uncle's dancers who worked at the club to entertain him in the private room as levi watched enthralled by the older woman dance moves yet this was not the first time he watched her dance or even laid eyes on her as during the evening he couldn't help but glance over at her while she wasn't performing. now leaning in his chair with a cigar in hand as neon red lights were the only light source that illuminated the room.

blowing smoke rings out from his lips he then leaned forward and placed his cigar on the edge of the ashtray. he then sat up and beckoned her to come closer. " you worked for my family i am sure you've seen all kinds of crazy shit. you know before taking over this place i had no fucking idea you worked here. i thought you were a fucking teacher. " he snickered as his lips formed into a wicked grin. his legs would spread simultaneously when he grabbed the champagne bottle from the bucket as he poured champagne into the empty glass. placing the bottle back into the ice bucket he then took hold of the glass and handed it to her. " here have a drink on me - - " he then playfully pulled the glass away from her only to follow up with. " - - it's going to cost you though. " playfully he pouted only to then chuckle. " i got something better in mind for you to be sucking on instead of my expensive bubbly glass of champagne. can you guess what that is? " purposely flirting with her due to his wealthy cocky attitude of how he can simply own anything he wanted.