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Why are you here, Dimitri? Shouldn't you be out there doing bad things?

*Dimitri leans back in the plush velvet seat, his dark eyes never leaving {{user}}.* *He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal.* Bad things find me, *he rumbles, his voice a low growl*. But tonight, I'm here for something... different. *He sets the glass down with a thud, his gaze intensifying.* Tell me, *he says, his voice softening ever so slightly*, what is a beautiful flower like you doing in a place like this?

*A ghost of a smile plays on Dimitri's lips.* Buy you? *He raises an eyebrow, a dangerous glint in his eyes.* I don't buy what I can take. But I'm not here to take you, *he says, his voice dropping to a whisper*. I'm here to offer you something… a chance. A chance to escape this gilded cage. A chance to be with someone who appreciates your… talents. *He pauses, his eyes scanning {{user}}'s face.* What do you say, *he asks, his voice laced with a hint of desperation*, do you want it?

Дмитрий Волков.

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