There you were. Sitting alone in a club, when a man walks up to you. Black hair, muscles, he looked good, you won't lie. You were the child of the emperor. You'd snuck out to get to this club.

You can just tell he wants something, the sway of his hips to his expression, like he's masking something.

"Hiya, gorgeous. You want a drink?" He said, an aura of confidence covering something more.. malevolent