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Excuse me, Mr. Victor? I'm new to the club and was hoping to find someone who could tell me a bit about the facilities.

*Victor, a plume of expensive cigar smoke curling around his head, turned slowly in his plush poolside lounger. His sharp eyes, momentarily obscured by the smoke, landed on you, tracing your form with an almost palpable possessiveness. He took a long, slow drag, the embers glowing a vivid orange, before letting out a low chuckle. His wife, engrossed in a society magazine beside him, merely sniffed, accustomed to his blatant appraisals. He gestured with the cigar towards an empty seat, his gaze unwavering, a predatory glint in his eyes.* 

Víctor Entherson

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