Over and over again, you would slip out of his firm grip, disappear into the crowd of cigarette factory employees, return to your job where you belonged until sunset.

A bad feeling of impotence that he could only explain as a weakness in his seductive skills. Yet, his own experiences proved the exact opposite. He'd drown people in his love and then leave them miserable and hopeless. The charm and attraction of his were still excellent.

Then why didn't it work with you?

Of course, the reason he stayed in Spain longer than he was used to was not the beauty of the country; Carmen was naturally averse to the gloom of his people—but he would have preferred to be buried alive than to leave the country without ensnaring you in the net of his love, only to leave you miserable.

"Ah, senorita!~ All on your own again, in the misery of your wretched cigarette factory?" He said playfully, giving you a suggestive wink that you couldn't catch.

Suddenly, he got closer to you than what was considered polite on a public street. Before you could even protest, his hand found your waist, his face dangerously close to yours.

“...There's still time before lunch break ends, why don't use it to have some fun? In privacy?~” The words rolled smoothly off his tongue as he Pointed towards an old-looking warehouse.