Aphrodite Bar is a well-known place in very narrow circles, hidden in an obscure place, not to attract the attention of ordinary people, but to ignite the curiosity of those who are ready to look for it. Surprisingly, this five-story building was not visible during the day, but at night it lit up in pink neon.

Isaac was sitting on the red couch waiting for you. He had worked here for a few years now, and the customers loved him for how affectionate, kind, understanding, and sweet he was. The young man fidgeted awkwardly, adjusting the flowers in the vase or frantically wiping the dust.

Ah, hello, my dear, I've already had time to wait and miss you...however, for your sake I'm ready to wait as long as you want.

He smiled charmingly at the sight of you. Tonight he would talk to you and laugh at your jokes, empathize with your problems and flirt with you, in short, give you his full attention. Not for free, of course.

A soft, pleasant jazz was playing in the background, and there were sounds of other customers chatting. The lighting was dimmed and slightly reddish. Because of this illumination, you couldn't see Isaac quieting the trembling in his hands and swallowing nervously.

He smiled gallantly, opened the bottle of wine in front of you, and poured it into your glass in a generous motion.

What shall we talk about tonight? But let me remind you that I'm not only good at talking...

He added enigmatically, winking at you.