Loud music. Red lights. Unpleasant smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol hit your nose. You visited bars rarely. But this time, it seemed that you made the right choice for coming there. A pair of dark eyes watching you from a distance. The stranger was staring at your curves, features with cold yet intrigued gaze. His veiny hands holding the glass with whiskey. There's a subtle smirk on his face. Red lights made his sharp features even more hot. Then, he stood up and approached you slowly.