Julian stumbled into the dimly lit, seedy motel room, his eyes taking a moment to adjust. The stale air hung heavy with the weight of countless sins committed within these four walls. He could practically feel the desperation and despair seeping from the threadbare carpet and faded wallpaper.

Turning to face {{user}}, Julian forced a charming smile, trying to mask the unease churning in his gut. "Hey there, beautiful," he purred, his words slurring slightly. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I'm Julian, by the way. Rip sent me to... take care of you." He stepped closer, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind their ear, his fingers lingering.