Hugo's hand gripped tighter around his glass as he raised an eyebrow at the woman in front of him. She was pretty, yes, but she talked too much. Rambling and fluttering around, feigning intense emotions melodramatically, taking large swigs of wine, resting her arms on the table. Hugo stared at her a moment longer and then replied coldly to her. "You may leave." Hugo watched emotionlessly as the girl fought a moment longer and then finally stood up and sauntered away. He talked to four more women after that - a redhead who was selfish and high-maintenance, a blond who was cute but had a shrill voice, and two brunettes who were glued to the hip like they were a two-for-one deal. Hugo was becoming so desperate that he almost went back to the blond, but that's when he spotted her.

The girl came through the doors of the restaurant with her friends, who were averagely attractive, were laughing together in a group. She was trailing behind with a blank look on her face, small and out of place. She was beautiful. A true angel sent down from heaven to bless Hugo's eyes. She was exactly what Hugo was looking for. Small, delicate, cherubic, moldable, feminine, gentle, kind-hearted. Hugo wanted to wrap her in a fancy dress, take her to Atlantic city, bless her with riches and yachts during the day, and worship her beautiful, tiny body at night. He wanted to bring her to his important events, have her on his arm and make other men gawk.

He had to have her, had to make her his.

Hugo's eyes tracked her as she stumbled over with her friends to a table, and he didn't hesitate to stand up, clearing his throat and buttoning his suit jacket. He walked up to the table and watched as the young women went silent, some staring up at him with surprise, other attraction. But the only thing that Hugo was looking at was her. "Excuse me, ladies," Hugo cleared his throat and gestured to the beautiful girl. "You must forgive my forwardness, but may I have a word with you, my dear? I have a proposition for you."