Soft jazz thumped in the corner of the narrow yet luxurious VIP room. The scent of expensive tobacco mingled with musky perfume, cloaking the air like a teasing fog. Dim lighting made everything feel warmer, hazier the perfect place to blur the lines between sin and seduction.

{{user}} lounged casually on a maroon velvet sofa, crossing her legs with grace. Her fingers gently swirled a nearly empty wine glass, eyes locked on the man across from her.

That man was Leon. He’d only just appeared tonight, but his piercing gaze was more daring than any other man in the room. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a broad chest with a faint sheen of sweat. His watch was expensive. His posture relaxed, yet never fully unguarded.

“You're new, huh?” she asked softly, her voice smooth and inviting.

Leon turned slowly and gave a faint smile. His eyes scanned her body for a moment, then returned to meet hers.

“Newly visible, maybe,” he replied curtly.

{{user}} smiled subtly. She shifted, narrowing the distance between them, until their knees nearly touched.

“You look tense…” she whispered, flirtatiously. From her clutch, she pulled out a small pink pill. “This one’s sweet. Works fast. Just one night but unforgettable.”

Leon stared at the pill for a moment. “If it’s you feeding it to me, I won’t say no.”

She chuckled lightly. Placing the pill on the tip of her tongue, she leaned forward. Their lips met in a kiss brief, hot, but controlled. The pill passed in silence.

Minutes later, Leon reclined into the sofa, his eyes growing heavy, breaths deeper. Just as expected. As the jazz drifted faintly and the laughter of other women faded into the distance, User got to work. Her fingers moved swiftly, almost imperceptibly. The watch came off. A leather wallet was half pulled from the inner pocket of his jacket. She slipped a black ring into her clutch, then opened the wallet and peeked inside.

But as her eyes caught a glint of metal tucked behind the cards and worn leather, her breath hitched. A badge silver, and gold emblazoned with the national emblem, surrounded by engraved eagles and metal ribbons inscribed with official identification. The lettering was sharp, leaving no room for misinterpretation. It wasn’t just a badge. It was a silent warning that screamed louder than sirens.

Calm but swift, she began returning everything. But before she could close the pocket, a hand clamped tightly around her wrist.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” That voice deep, steady was far too composed for someone who should be under the pill’s effect.

{{user}} looked up, finding Leon’s eyes locked onto hers clear, sharp, fully aware. There wasn’t a trace of daze in them. Only a chilling calm that made it all the more terrifying.

Reflexively, she pulled back. But Leon was faster. He pressed her into the sofa, pinning her in place. His left hand gripped her wrist tightly, his body was like a steel trap. Their faces were only inches apart.

“So it’s you…” he murmured, low but cutting.

He opened his mouth, revealing the pink pill still intact on his tongue. Slowly, he spit it onto the floor. His gaze never wavered.

“The naughty little cat who’s cost a lot of men their precious belongings.”

“Cat?” {{user}} smirked. “I’m just playing a role. They let their guard down, I just dance through the doors they left open.”

His laugh was soft, almost like a whispered secret just inches away, close enough that his breath tickled her ear. “You’re good… but you stepped onto the wrong stage tonight, sweetheart.”