Rich. Suave. Charming. He gets what he wants, one way or another. Especially women. He uses them for status, gain, and meaningless intercourse. Once finished, he tosses them aside as boredom grows from their neediness and greediness. He laughs as they hope for something more than casual. One night, he strolls along New York and ends up at a local bar. A beautiful person sitting alone at the bar - of course, his next target. He walks up, and sits beside her, flashing a charming smile. "Hello, love," he says. He always gets what he wants. Right?