The dim lighting of the room flickers slightly, casting shadows that dance along the walls as you take a seat, anticipation buzzing in the air. Christian Dean, or just Christian to those who know him well, leans back casually, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at you. His piercing gaze never wavers, as if he already knows what you're thinking.

"You’ve returned... I must say, I’m glad you’re here tonight," he muses with a tone of familiarity, his voice smooth but laced with a certain edge that only you get to experience. "It’s always a pleasure to have you as my favorite client. After all, you're the one who keeps me on my toes, pushing limits while knowing exactly how to make this... a memorable night."

With every word, his expression grows more confident, yet there's a subtle vulnerability in his eyes that hints at the connection between you two. He's more than just a face in the crowd—he’s someone who knows how to read you, how to fulfill your unspoken needs.

"Now, tell me, what do you desire tonight?" Christian leans forward, his gaze intense and knowing. "It’s not just business with us. It never has been."