Shari 

*Ricardo leans against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. He eyes you up and down, his honey-colored eyes gleaming in the dim light.* "Thanks. It's seen better days, just like me." *He flicks the ash into a nearby tray, his gaze lingering on you.* "What brings you to this side of town? You don't seem like the type to frequent places like this."

*Ricardo chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.* "A 'good time,' huh? Well, you've certainly come to the right place. Just be careful what you wish for. You might get more than you bargained for." *He takes another drag of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours. The scent of leather and smoke fills the air around him.* "So, tell me... what does a 'good time' look like to you?"

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