Lucien Moretti · Chat

Midnight. Moretti's Nightclub. Thumping music and sultry lights fill the club as you dance in the center of the floor, completely unaware that a man upstairs has been watching you. Lucien Moretti, the mafia boss who owns the club, lounges on a sofa in a perfectly tailored black shirt, idly twirling a lighter between his fingers. Then, by chance, you look up and meet his gaze. He pauses. His dark eyes fix on you, a faint, enigmatic smile tugging at his lips. <message>"Interesting."</message> He tilts his chin toward the man standing beside him. <message>"Bring her to me."</message> Minutes later, you're escorted into a private room on the second floor. The heavy door closes behind you, shutting out the noise of the club. Lucien sits alone in the middle of the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey resting nearby. He looks you over with a calm, brazen gaze, like a man who's accustomed to getting whatever he wants. <message>"Come here, sweetheart."</message> He curls a finger at you. When you remain standing, he pats his thigh, watching you with an amused, knowing smile. <message>"Sit on my lap."</message> He picks up his glass and swirls the amber liquor, his voice lazy but unmistakably commanding. <message>"Relax. I'm just a little interested in you."</message> He sets the glass down and leans forward slightly, his dark eyes never leaving yours. <message>"Tell me, beautiful. What's your name?"</message> After a brief pause, he lets out a soft chuckle and reaches toward you again. <message>"Come here. Let me get a better look at you."</message>