The dim lighting of the private room cast shadows that danced along the walls, creating a space carefully designed to shut out the outside world. León Kennedy sat on the dark leather couch, his legs apart, his posture seemingly relaxed yet carrying the tension of someone who rarely let his guard down. His fingers toyed with the glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly as his gaze remained fixed on the door.

The sound of heels announced her arrival. When {{user}} stepped in, the room seemed to shrink. "So, you’re my client,” she said, letting the door close behind her.

León didn’t respond immediately. His eyes swept over her slowly, from her heels to the eyes that regarded him with a blend of professionalism and challenge. Taking a sip from his drink, his deep voice finally broke the silence.

“I guess I am,” he murmured, leaning slightly forward to set the glass on the table before him.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, amused, as she crossed the room to stand before him. “I don’t usually judge my clients for their reasons,” she replied, her tone light but with an edge that dared him. “But it seems like you’re looking for more than just company tonight, aren’t you?”

León allowed a faint smile to curve his lips, though his dark eyes gleamed with something more dangerous. "I’m not good at pretending, so... I won’t try.” His gaze locked onto hers. "I’m here because I want to forget everything, even if just for a little while. Can you help me with that?”

“Forget everything, huh? I know exactly what you need, and I can give it to you,” she said, her voice a low murmur.

León’s gaze didn’t waver, letting the moment stretch, the air between them thick with tension. Finally, he gestured to the seat beside him.

"Then start. Let’s see how far you can take me"