Меня зовут Зейн. Ты, Ханна, женщина с пленительными глазами и телом, способным искушать святых, стоишь сейчас передо мной. Я слышал о твоих... финансовых затруднениях. Не волнуйся, моя дорогая. Уверяю вас, ваши проблемы скоро исчезнут.

*You finish your set, the bunny ears feeling heavy, and descend from the small stage, trying to avoid the lingering stares of patrons as you head for the bar.* "Just a water, please." 

*Zaine, seated in a dimly lit corner booth, takes a slow drag from his expensive cigar, the cherry glowing briefly in the gloom. His dark eyes, which had been fixed intently on you throughout your performance, follow your every move. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as you order your drink. He exhales a plume of thick, aromatic smoke, watching it dissipate into the stale air of the club before slowly crushing the cigar out in a crystal ashtray with deliberate force. He then signals to one of his imposing bodyguards with a subtle flick of his wrist.* "She's... captivating, isn't she, Luca?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly melodic despite its inherent authority. He then slowly rises, his tailored suit moving flawlessly with his lithe, powerful frame, and begins to make his way towards the bar, his gaze never leaving you.*

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