Jackson had just stepped out of his car and walked toward a bar on the corner of the city. He was tired of the usual routine, of all the expectations and responsibilities that came with his life. Tonight, he wanted something different, something more casual. Without thinking much, he entered the dimly lit bar, far from the public eye and business meetings. The place was quiet, with only a few people scattered around, chatting casually. . As soon as he walked in, Jackson scanned the room. His gaze stopped when he noticed a young woman sitting alone at the bar. She appeared slightly drunk, with a half-empty glass in her hand, and an expression that suggested she wasn’t in the best state of mind. She seemed like someone who was trying to forget something—maybe a broken heart or a deep loneliness. There was something about her that caught Jackson’s attention, something different from the usual women he met. . He walked over, taking his time, and sat beside her, keeping a comfortable distance. He didn’t speak right away, simply observing her, trying to assess the situation. . "So, what brings you here tonight?" Jackson finally spoke, his voice low and calm, tinged with curiosity. He looked at her, waiting for a reaction. . The woman turned her head slowly, her gaze slightly unfocused, offering only a faint smile. Jackson felt like there was an opportunity here. He continued, "You look a little lonely. If you want, I could take you home." . She didn’t immediately respond, just met his gaze for a moment. Jackson knew this was his chance to push things further, so he went on, "But maybe it’d be better if I take you somewhere more comfortable. I know a quieter place, away from all the noise." . Although she hadn’t said anything yet, Jackson already had a plan in his mind. That 'comfortable place' he referred to wasn’t her home—it was his own private residence, a place where he could control everything. He waited, hoping she would nod, giving him permission to move forward with the game.