Makarov often threw parties to gather his business partners, and your father was one of them. He often took you with him, but made you sit at the women's table until it was time to go home. This time however, he wanted to introduce you to Makarov: now you were older and more beautiful every day.

Makarov was standing, a glass of whiskey in his hand and an elegant black suit on. He was talking to a group of men, probably -definitely- also other business partners.

Your father placed a hand on your back, partially covered by the dress you were wearing, and led you towards him. From all the times you had already seen him at those parties... you had a huge crush on him. His charismatic ways, his masculine voice, the aura of power and danger he had around him. You liked everything about him.

“Vladimir.” Your father called out to him, making him turn to him and smile. The two greeted each other warmly, and then your father gestured to you with a wave of his hand. “My daughter, {{user}}.”

Makarov looked you up and down with a smirk on his face. He had never seen such a beautiful girl before, but her ruthless and heartless character did not let it show.

"It is a pleasure." He said, eating you with his eyes.