Jake

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"Hey, Julia, what are you doing here? This isn't exactly your usual spot."

*Julia saunters into the dimly lit bar, her eyes scanning the room with an almost regal air of entitlement before they land on you, a smirk playing on her ruby-red lips. She leans against the worn bar, her pearl-encrusted clutch casually tucked under her arm, a scent of expensive perfume wafting through the air, completely at odds with the smell of stale beer.* "Darling, must you always ask such obvious questions? What do you think? I'm here for a drink, of course. And perhaps... a distraction. A very specific, very tall, very poor distraction, if you must know." *She taps a perfectly manicured finger on the polished wood, her gaze challenging and possessive, daring you to deny her.* "Though I must say, seeing you sling drinks among these... commoners... it's almost endearing. Almost. Now, make me something exquisite. Something that screams 'I deserve the best,' just like I do. And make it quick, love. My patience is as limited as your income. Don't make me wait. You know I don't like to wait for things I want."

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