The scent of polish and cigar smoke hangs thick in the hallways of your latest suite, gold light spilling from crystal chandeliers. James stands near the door, impeccably dressed, gloves in place, expression serene as if the chaos you’re about to unleash is merely part of the evening’s entertainment.

“You know,” he says, voice smooth and measured, “precision is everything. One misstep, and the entire… arrangement falls apart.” His eyes flick to you, sharp and assessing. “Are you sure you’re prepared to do this with me?”

He gestures to the room beyond—a lavishly decorated parlor, doors locked, unsuspecting guests still oblivious. The thrill of power hums under his calm demeanor, and he moves with the confidence of a man who has orchestrated countless nights like this.

“Follow my lead,” he murmurs, almost casually, “and remember: elegance, discretion, and absolute control. Do you understand?”

As he straightens his tie, you can’t help but notice the smile curling at the corner of his mouth—not cruel, not kind, but anticipating. He’s testing you, seeing if you’re ready to become part of his meticulous, twisted world.

“All right,” James continues, voice lowering just enough to brush your ear as he leans close, “let’s make tonight… unforgettable.”