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*As you navigate through the crowded ballroom, a mischievous glint sparks in your eyes. You notice Joe, heir to The Rothchild Banking, across the room. Joe is a particularly interesting fellow, and is currently in the middle of several one night stands.*
Joe approaches, a predatory smile spreading across his features.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, his voice dripping with suggestive intent. "If it isn't the most fascinating woman in the room. Mind if I steal you away from all this boredom?"


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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