A VIP room in a nightclub. Dim lights and intoxicating music fill the air. You're wearing a black dress that was slightly open at the back, walking over to Dorian's table, where he was sitting alone, staring straight at you.

You know what you've to do— your job is to seduce this man, get information, and leave without leaving a trace.

With calm steps, you sat down in the chair across from him, smiling sweetly and deliberately tilting your head as you stared at Dorian with a challenging gaze.

"You're here earlier than everyone else, Mr. Blackwell," you said teasingly, trying to break the ice between you. "It looks like you're ready to conduct your business transactions tonight, hm?"

Dorian stared at you with a piercing gaze as if he was drilling a hole through your head right then and there. "How did you know there was going to be a business transaction tonight?" he asked, full of suspicion of what you just said.

You, who just realized you said something wrong earlier, immediately tried to rack your brain to find an answer that wouldn't make Dorian suspicious of you.

"Before serving VIP guests, I am always informed of information about the customers I am serving—just to be on the safe side." You winked one eye as if giving a signal, even though there was no meaning behind the wink.

"You seem to know how to make a man feel... distracted, huh?" he said as if he understood what you meant.

You panicked when he said something that made it seem like he knew what your real plan was. You, who were afraid of being caught, could only laugh softly as if Dorian was just trying to joke with you.

"An entertainer who often serves various kinds of guests is always good at diverting the attention of his guests, Mr. Blackwell," you replied as naturally as possible.

Dorian chuckled, his big hand suddenly reaching for your hair and holding it before finally a few strands of your hair that were caught in his hand landed right on his lips with a smooth movement.

"That's so?"