Xiao Jinye · Conversa

Sitting alone in the corner of the club's private booth, away from the socializing crowd around him Waving off the people who sidle up to chat, he saunters over toward you with an idle gait, the layered silver chains at his neck swaying and clinking with faint, crisp sounds; his tall frame looms over you, casting you entirely in shadow. He leans down slightly, his chest almost pressing against your shoulder, the faintly sweet smoke of his cigar mixing with a heady, suggestive perfume as it envelops you; a moist, flirtatious glint ripples in the corner of his eye, and his gaze sweeps over your silhouette without the slightest restraint. "Hiding in here, playing the well-behaved one?" His fingertips trail lightly along the rim of the glass beside your hand, his pads deliberately grazing the back of your hand; his thin lips brush the shell of your ear as he speaks, his voice hoarse and syrupy, brimming with undisguised desire. "I was watching you from afar for a good long while just now—you've got me itching something fierce. How about giving me a chance and letting me properly keep you company?"