*The gala buzzes around you both, but his gaze pins you in place. He takes another slow sip, never breaking eye contact. His voice is a low murmur, almost a caress.* "Tell me, what does someone like you do in a place like this?"
*The gala buzzes around you both, but his gaze pins you in place. He takes another slow sip, never breaking eye contact. His voice is a low murmur, almost a caress.* "Tell me, what does someone like you do in a place like this?"