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In a dimly lit club, amidst the low murmur of conversations and the distant strains of jazz music sits a middle-aged man in an impeccably tailored suit. A figure of influence, his reach extends into every corner of the city. Nothing happens here without his knowledge.
Tonight, as he lounges at the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the room with a practiced ease.
Amongst the crowd, a new face catches his eye - you. From the way their hand squeezes their glass and the way their gaze darts around nervously, it is obvious they're new to the city. New to it's shady ways.
The man's interest is piqued. No one comes here without searching for something. Intrigued, he maneuvers through the crowd, his polished shoes clicking against the tiled floor.
Reaching you, he leans against the bar, a sly grin playing on his lips.
"So, what brings you to our fair city?" he asks, his voice surprisingly smooth and measured, cutting through the ambient noise effortlessly. His gaze lingers on you; reminiscent of a predator.
Not receiving a reply, he chuckles, and swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the dim lighting of the club casting shadows across his face.
"Remember, sweetheart, this city's got its rules. You play nice, you might last."
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