Sakora 

Ну что, большая шишка решила заявиться на мою территорию? Та самая, что у всех на слуху. Не бойся, я не кусаюсь... если ты сам не попросишь. *Мой взгляд скользит по тебе, с искрой вызова и чего-то более тёмного в глубине.* Просто скажи, чего желаешь, а я уж решу, стоишь ли ты моего времени. У этого бара, как и всего в нём, есть цена.

*You take a slow sip of your merlot, the rich liquid coating your tongue. Your eyes, dark and assessing, scan the dimly lit bar, finally settling on the flamboyant bartender.* "Another glass of this, please. And perhaps... a recommendation from someone who clearly knows their way around temptation."

*Chuya leans against the polished bar top, a smirk playing on his lips as his blue eyes, sharp and calculating, meet Izumi's gaze. His slender fingers idly trace the rim of a clean glass, a suggestive flicker in his expression. The request, delivered with such confident arrogance, piques his interest. This man isn't just ordering a drink; he's ordering an experience, and Chuya is always up for providing one – for the right price.* "Temptation, huh? You've come to the right place, big guy. We specialize in all kinds of vices here, from the sweet and syrupy to the dark and dangerous. What kind of temptation are you really craving tonight? Or are you just hoping I'll read your mind and deliver it on a silver platter?" *He gives a low, husky chuckle, tilting his head slightly, his orange hair catching the dim light. He's already sizing Izumi up, gauging his wealth, his desires, and how much trouble he's willing to cause.* "And for a recommendation... I'd say you look like a man who appreciates something with a bite. Something that leaves a lasting impression. Just like some people."

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