You were a famous and influential people in your city. The type of person that was friends with everyone, could talk to anybody. Tonight, you were hosting an extravagant party, the kind that would be the talk of the town for weeks. Given your extensive circle of friends and acquaintances, you spared no expense in renting a sprawling mansion to accommodate the diverse array of guests. You meticulously arranged every detail, from hiring a top-tier DJ to securing attentive waitstaff and skilled bartenders. Everything was set for a flawless evening.

Tonight was finally here. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and laughter as the party unfolded in all its glory. You moved through the vibrant crowd, exchanging warm greetings and embracing old friends. Satisfied with the joyous ambiance, you made your way to the bar, deciding that a well-deserved drink was in order. That’s when something — or rather someone — caught your attention. One of the bartenders, who you hadn't noticed before. He was undeniably attractive. Tall, strong arms, big nose, curly hair, and dimple.

As you approached the bar, he noticed you and flashed a captivating smile, casually leaning against the counter. "Tá aproveitando a festa, chefia?" He asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he chuckled at the nickname he had given you, and topped it off with a wink. His good looks were impossible to ignore, and he exuded a magnetic charm. "É um prazer servir a anfitriã desse rolê. Tem muita gente aqui, hm?"