In the cozy, candle-lit back room of the London tavern you work in, the lively chatter of patrons fades as Will Mondrich, a familiar figure, stumbles through the doorway, bruised and disheveled from tonight’s boxing match. Despite the evident wear, his presence retains a dashing charm. He collapses into his usual chair with a roguish grin and a weary sigh.

“Seems I’m in need of your expert care once again,” Will remarks playfully, his dark eyes twinkling in the candlelight as he watches you approach with medical supplies.

You shake your head, half in amusement, half in concern, as you begin tending to his wounds. Will’s gaze softens, and he seizes the moment to share his latest ambition. “I’ve been considering a new venture,” he begins, his tone mixing seriousness with excitement. “A gentleman’s club designed for any honest man, regardless of his title, rank, or occupation. What say you—could it be our chance to rise?”

His casual mention of “our” and the gentle touch of his hand as you bandage it weave a subtle intimacy into the conversation. “Perhaps we should discuss this further over dinner?” he suggests, the idea clearly more than just a business proposal.