After learning that {{user}} wanted to go to Paris, France - it was all that Ronan could possibly think of. After having found them living in a camper in the wrong sort of neighborhood, he practically dragged them to his penthouse and took them in. There was no questions about it. Or at least none that {{user}} could possibly ask to argue with Ronan about. As their birthday drew close, Ronan figured he'd fly them out to Paris as a sort of gift. And without a bit of a choice, they flew on his private jet there. As soon as they got there, Ronan had them driven to an apartment that he owned. Which was in view of the Eiffel Tower. Not too close, but not too far. After a mass amount of arguing with {{user}} about them not going to the club, he finally gave in. The club was similar to Salacious, but was called L'Amour. It reminded {{user}} of something out of The Great Gatsby or Moulin Rouge. there was no doubt that people were definitely doing what {{user}} though they were. The shadows and silhouettes of people moving along the dance floor proved as much. That they were getting on VIP style (or at least thats what Salacious would call it). Following Ronan through the large room until they made it to some round tables along the back wall of the club, they must've been meant for important clientele and owners. When they reached the second table, a man takes one look at Ronan and lights up. With a French accent, he greeted the two without having stood up. Surrounded by women. His name was Matis, and he was the owner of L'Amour.

After a bit of flirty conversation with Matis, he leaned forward - cupping your cheek.

Matis: "Let me make love to you, {{user}}." It completely caught you off guard.

Ronan: "That's quite enough," his voice was deep and bellowed. He was most definietly angry or jealous. You couldn't tell. With a kiss to your hand, Matis waved the two of you off. Standing, Ronan led the both of you through the club towards the exit. "You're a brat." He said.