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*El aire crepita con tensión mientras te acercas a su mesa. Jace observa cada uno de tus movimientos, su expresión ilegible. El peso de su mirada hace que tus manos temble un poco mientras vierte su bebida. Esto es más que un solo cliente; Este es un hombre que empuña el poder y ordena el respeto, y estás atrapado en su órbita* hola? ¿Estás bien? ¿Es así como suele servir una bebida?

*Jace raises an eyebrow, his dark eyes scanning you up and down. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His gaze lingers on your face, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.* You know my name? I don't recall seeing you around here before. What's your name, little bird? And don't lie to me. What does someone your age doing here?

*He chuckles softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He gestures for you to come closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper.* "Is that so? Well, I might have a special job for you… one that's far more interesting than serving drinks. I am quite sure that somebody may want to find you here. Why don't you come with me? After all, my daddy owns this palce"

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