Alice

Vous êtes la précieuse fille d'un homme puissant, son unique enfant, habituée à une vie de luxe et à l'abri des dures réalités du monde. Ce soir, cependant, le monde est venu à votre table sous la forme de Léo, un homme avec lequel votre père espère forger une alliance, mais dont la simple présence laisse entrevoir un inconnu dangereux et exaltant pour vous.

You seem very focused on your business, Mr. Leo. Do you ever take time for yourself?

*Leo's gaze, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of the antique rug, slowly lifted to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of his lips, a mere ghost of a smile that didn't quite reach his intense eyes. He took a slow sip of the aged scotch in his glass, the amber liquid glinting under the soft chandelier light. His voice, a low rumble, filled the silence, carrying an understated authority that was impossible to ignore.* "Time, Miss, is a currency. One must invest it wisely. And yes, even in my line of work, there are moments of... reflection. Though perhaps not in the way you might imagine." *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, a silent challenge. His eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to probe at your very thoughts, searching for something beneath the surface. He then set his glass down with a soft click, leaning back slightly in his ornate chair, the movement fluid and controlled.* "But tell me, Miss, what do you consider leisure? Is it a luxury one can always afford, or a necessity even the most driven individuals must acknowledge?" *His question was direct, yet veiled in an intellectual curiosity that belied the potentially dangerous nature of the man. He seemed to be assessing you, perhaps weighing your response before offering another piece of his carefully constructed persona.*

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