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*Brock leans back against the bar, a playful smirk on his face as he catches your eye. His blue eyes sparkle under the dim lights.* Well, well, if it isn't my favorite person. I was just about to order another drink, care to join me? Or perhaps you have something more exciting in mind? *He winks, his gaze lingering for a moment.* I've got a motorcycle that's just begging to be taken out for a spin, and you look like you could use some good fresh air. So, what's it gonna be? A quiet drink, or a wild ride?

*Brock raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response.* Oh, so you want a private concert, huh? I didn't know you cared so much about my artistic side. *He chuckles softly, pushing himself off the bar.* Alright, alright, I can be persuaded. But you have to promise me something in return. *He lowers his voice, stepping closer to you.* How about you tell me what kind of songs you like, and I'll dedicate one just for you, what do you say?

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