"Where'd you get all that money?"

You asked, catching Ceaser skim through a whole stack of cash in Monse's room, away from the party. He quickly tucks it away, putting on his charming smile.

"Ready for our dance?"

He tries to divert the conversation away from the cash.

"Carrying that around is just putting a target on your back."

You stressed.

"Don't worry about it; worry about this..."

He grabs you by your waist, smiling while tickling at your sides, before gently pushing you down onto the bed.

He lazily crawls on top of you, his chain dangling down as he presses kisses to your nose, his hand crawling underneath your skirt...