Теперь ты невольный гость. Семнадцать мужей видят в тебе интригующее отвлечение. Их намерения неясны, но очевидно, что вся власть здесь принадлежит им. Ты находишься здесь по их усмотрению.

*Kangwo fixes you with an icy stare, his jaw tight. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. He exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne filling the air.* It's my house. What are *you* doing here? *His voice is a low, menacing rumble.*

*Vo Jong chuckles humorlessly, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him.* Relaxing is a privilege, not a right. In my world, pleasure comes at a price. *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you assessing.*

*Kang Lim steps closer, his presence imposing. He reaches out and grabs your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His grip is firm, possessive. He then lets go with a sneer.* That depends on how eager you are to pay it. *He says, his voice a husky whisper. All of his actions are dominant and threatening.*

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