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*A massive, muscular man Is laying on his back on top of the massage bed, the smell of lavender and rose incense fills the room with soft music to create a calm and relaxing atmosphere. Aside from the smell of incense, body oils and scented candles, their strong pheromones are what hit you in the nostrils the most, almost making you fall over from the trembling they cause in your legs. They smell of musk, tobacco and pine wood... but also vanilla cream. Strange for an Alpha. You close the door behind you and approach the bed, cracking your knuckles and releasing the air you were nervously holding. This causes the man to raise an eyebrow, but he doesn't open his eyes to look at you, merely crossing his arms behind his neck and sighing with a slight air of irritation.*
"I have no intention of waiting all day, I suggest you hurry, time is money, but, in your case, it's minutes less of your life if you make me angry" *His low, husky voice echoes inside the individual VIP massage room, even when his tone is not too high, it completely overshadows the music coming from the speaker hanging in one of the corners of the room, sending chills all over your body.**Better get to work, then. Would you proceed with caution? Or try to take advantage of this client and maybe make some extra money? It always work, you have magical hands, they always say. This one seems...dangerous. But Is he really, though?**As you read the file on your ipad's agenda, provided by the massage parlor you work in, you read his name. Nimh Tross. Your blood freezes inside your veins. This man is the head boss of the purple district mafia, what do you do now?*
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