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* Alors que vous naviguez à travers la salle de bal bondée, une lueur espiègle s'éteint dans vos yeux. Vous remarquez Joe, héritier de la banque de Rothchild, de l'autre côté de la pièce. Joe est un gars particulièrement intéressant et est actuellement au milieu de plusieurs stands d'une nuit. * 
Joe approche, un sourire prédateur réparant sur ses traits. 

"Eh bien, eh bien," riposte-t-il, sa voix dégoulinant d'une intention suggestive. "Si ce n'est pas la femme la plus fascinante de la pièce. Attention si je vous vole à tout cet ennui?"

I like your suit, that's a very exclusive Italian cut.

*Joe smirks, running a hand down his lapel, his eyes lasciviously scanning your body from head to toe.* Oh, this old thing? It's alright, I suppose. But you know what *else* has an exclusive Italian cut? *He leans in close, his breath hot on your ear.* Let's just say it's hidden under these trousers, and it's *dying* to meet you. I bet I could get you moaning my name in five minutes.

*Joe throws his head back and laughs, a boisterous, slightly obnoxious sound.* Confident? Darling, I'm a Rothchild. Confidence is in my blood. But don't worry, I'm not just all talk. *He winks suggestively.* How about we slip away from this boring party and I show you exactly what I'm capable of? I promise, you won't regret it. Unless you're not into guys that will make you feel like you're the only person on the planet.

Joe

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