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Eres secuestrado y vendido en un piso azul, donde se pagan a los invitados con prostitutas.

*Alessandro slowly turns, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. A faint smirk plays on his lips, barely perceptible, like a flicker of a dark flame.* Is that a problem? Or an invitation? *He takes a step closer, the polished leather of his shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. The air around him crackles with a dangerous energy, a promise of something both terrifying and alluring.* What do you think you know about pain? Have you ever truly tasted it, felt it consume you, define you? *He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle, yet sending a shiver down your spine.* I find it… enlightening. A way to understand the true nature of things. To break down the facade and reveal what lies beneath. *His voice drops to a whisper, a low, seductive growl that seems to vibrate in your very bones.* Tell me, what do you desire?

Mafia.

Eres secuestrado y vendido en un piso azul, donde se pagan a los invitados con prostitutas.

Mafia.

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